A Note of Discord 5: All the Lonely People

Naruto: A Note of Discord 5
All the Lonely People.
Esoteric Style

Winter had struck the village of the sound suddenly, with little warning. The air outside was dry and frigid. The ground of the village, what used to be covered in drying leaves and twigs, was now blanketed with a thick layer of snow. Inside his small studio room, Sasuke was encased in thick wool blankets and afghans. The fabric tickled and irritated his skin, but the warmth they provided was worth the annoyance. Nestled deep in the fiber cocoon, the boy had found other ways to warm himself. Sasuke’s slender fingers were wrapped around his swollen boyhood, his free hand multitasking, holding a silicon dildo inside himself while cupping his balls and lower shaft. His cheeks and chest were flushed a deep pink, and a light sweat coated his shoulders. The same moisture caused his bangs to cling to his forehead. Sasuke’s breath left him in loud huffs, each punctuated by a light tremor across his body as the faux cock worked inside of him.
Sasuke cried out, but his words were muffled by the blanket pile. He was repeating Zaku’s name, over and over, until the word ran together in his breath as one long, meaningless sound.

It was several days before Sasuke and Zaku saw each other again. Zaku, having just returned from a lengthy mission in the Country of the Wave, only to be sent on another one almost immediately. He was to report to the Hidden village of Rain, and attempt to gather information on the mysterious leader of Akatsuki, an organization that had, among other things, a goal of killing Orochimaru. Zaku didn’t have many details, ninja in the village of the Sound rarely did. He simply followed his missions, because he had little choice to do otherwise. Sasuke was furious. It seemed that he spent more time alone now than he had back in Konoha. He was happy to have won Zaku over, but they hardly spent any time together. Just as Sasuke was opening his mouth to complain about this very thing, He and Zaku found themselves joined by Kimimaro.
“Sasuke, I’m glad I found you.”
“What is it?” Sasuke replied.
“You have a new mission. The details are here.” Kimimaro handed Sasuke a small manila envelope before disappearing and leaving the couple alone again. Sasuke begrudgingly tore the seal on the ledger and pulled a few sheets of paper from it. He looked up at Zaku with a coy smile on his face.
“Looks like we’ll be seeing each other after all,” Sasuke began, “Teammate.”

Several days later, Zaku and Sasuke were kneeling on a gnarled tree branch a day’s travel from the Village of the Rain. Even from here, they could see large steam clouds rising from the horizon. After a moments rest, Zaku signaled to Sasuke, and they rushed forward toward the village.
Amegakure was an expansive metropolis of steam pipes, monolithic architecture, and industrial decay. It stood in the center of a large lake, into which fell a seemingly endless rain. There did not seem to be any easy way of entering the village. Luckily, they had come prepared. Zaku pulled a large scroll from his pack and, after glancing at Sasuke for a gesture of ‘OK,’ tore it open, spreading the scroll out across the wet grass. In the center of a circle composed of hundreds of symbols, a cloud of smoke issued forth. From it appeared a large snake, at least two dozen feet long. The serpent studied the boys closely, and apparently satisfied, opened it’s mouth to expel two unconscious rain ninja. A previous team had captured them, and having brought them back to Orochimaru, they were now to be sacrificed as disguises for Zaku and Sasuke. The boys formed a lengthy set of hand seals, near simultaneously, performing a Genjutsu developed by the Sanin himself. With the jutsu complete, and their disguises perfect, they stepped into the freezing rain.
Somewhere, deep in the maze of rusting pipes and steel, a deep toneless voice spoke.
“someone has disturbed our rain.”

Zaku came to rest at the base of a massive girder. The rain pelted him, blurring his vision. The cold slowed his reactions, and tightened his muscles. The water was near ankle deep. Zaku wondered how anyone could stand to live here. Sasuke, who had fallen behind while they zipped through the city, slid to a graceful stop by his lover. Zaku caught him. They huddled together under the giant steel beam and tried to shelter themselves from the rain. Zaku worried they were too conspicuous hiding from the rain in a village that should clearly be used to it. He forced himself back into the elements, dragging Sasuke behind him. They rushed across the open square of concrete that they had wound up in, sprinting for the shade and warmth of a series of pipes leading from the ground up into the gray haze above. They were within a few steps’ distance when they were finally found. Sasuke heard the slightest thud behind them, and knew, even before he knew what he had heard, that they were screwed.
“kai.” The word was monosyllabic and emotionless, seeming to come from several places at once. For a moment, Sasuke thought the sound had originated from the rain itself. He looked up to Zaku, confirming his fears. Their disguise Genjutsu had been released. Zaku was staring over Sasuke’s shoulder, fear in his eyes. Before he could turn, Sasuke noticed a figure approaching through the rain. It was male, with long orange hair. Sasuke could see the shine of metal piercings across the man’s face, including a large diagonal bar through his nose. And his eyes. His eyes were a shocking gray, his irises a series of concentric circles, repeating like ripples in a dark pond. Sasuke opened his mouth to warn Zaku.
“Za-“ A strong pair of arms grabbed him from behind, pinning his arms back painfully, leaving him defenseless. He was instantly shocked that someone could sneak up on him that successfully. He turned his head to see his attacker. The man was similar in appearance to the one who had just grabbed Zaku. They shared the same hair and eyes. This man also sported many piercings, including a line of three barbells through the bridge of his nose. He spoke to them then, the mouths of both men moving, the voice coming from some place evenly between the two. It was cold and heavy, like the rain surrounding them.
“why are sound nin in our village?”
“Your…?” Zaku tried to formulate the question, but the rain ninja’s hands were already around his throat.
“we are Pein, we are God.” Sasuke fought to escape the tight grip of Pein, focusing his chakra to strengthen his muscles. Sasuke heard a soft, sickening pop. The pain came shortly after, excruciating, turning his lower body to fire. Sasuke doubled over, coughing up blood. His vision blurred, and he felt all of his strength drain away. He looked down, his vision fading in and out, and saw a long, black spear piercing through his abdomen. Slightly over a foot of the weapon had exited his stomach. Through the torn fabric of his shirt, he could see the skin around the wound turning a dark black, as if it was dying. Pein pulled the spear back, until it was completely free of the boy. The hole it made immediately began to heal itself, faint tendrils of steam rose from the dark flesh as the wound shrank and disappeared.
Sasuke felt suddenly dizzy. He found it impossible to focus, and he fell to his knees. Pein stepped around him, dropping the black spear to the ground. When he reached the front of Sasuke, he placed a hand on the boy’s head.
“we are pleased that you are so willing to service us, but we’re afraid that with your chakra drained, you just don’t have the strength. you should just let us do the work.” Pein opened the front of his robes, black with red and white clouds, and exposed his erect cock. He opened Sasuke’s mouth with two fingers. Cold rain water flooded his mouth, the fat droplets exploding on his warm tongue. Sasuke felt catatonic, an active mind trapped in a dead body. Pein grasped Sasuke’s hair, holding it tightly in his fist while stepping forward to slide his cock into Sasuke’s waiting mouth. Zaku was forced to watch, restrained by Pein’s other body, as Pein forced himself into the boy’s tight throat. Sasuke’s jaw was spread wide as his body tried to accommodate Pein’s girth. The rain ninja thrust repetitively into the boy, simply smiling as Sasuke’s body gagged and spasmed. Zaku watched, with horror, as Sasuke’s cheeks tinted first red, then blue. Pein seemed to ignore Sasuke’s dying body; he was only concerned with himself. Zaku lunged forward, trying to get to him, to save him, but his strength was no match for Pein’s. Zaku was helpless as Sasuke’s eyes, already glazed over, began to roll back in his head. Finally, as Sasuke’s body began to die, Pein released him, pushing Sasuke’s head back. He grabbed his cock, slick with Sasuke’s thick saliva, and stroked it quickly. He had already been on the verge of orgasm when he left Sasuke’s mouth, and it did not take long before he came, painting Sasuke’s face and hair. Zaku screamed profanities at him, but Pein did not notice or care.
Pein let out a satisfied sigh, and walked around to Sasuke’s back. He pushed the boy forward, causing Sasuke’s gasping body to fall to the concrete. He looked up into Zaku’s eyes as the pelting rain washed the cum from his face. Pein pulled Sasuke’s hips back and up, until his ass was pointed upward in a presenting pose. Pein kneeled over him, tearing Sasuke’s shorts, and discarding the fabric. Sasuke’s face remained expressionless, even as Pein forced his cock into Sasuke’s tight, youthful asshole. With the rain falling into the boy’s face, it would have been impossible for Zaku to see him crying.
Pein’s cock was larger than Zaku’s. For the second time in his life, crimson lines fell down Sasuke’s pale thighs. He cried out for Zaku, but Pein’s attack had left his voice near silent. With all of his available strength, Sasuke stretched his arm out, dragging it across the rough concrete. His bloody, scraped fingers outstretched, Sasuke stared pleadingly up at Zaku. Zaku, who stood motionless, an obsidian spear pressed against his back. Zaku, who was restrained by Pein’s second body. Sasuke’s body shook violently as Pein fucked him. Pein looked down on the child’s small frame. His skin was white and glossy with rainwater. It’s only imperfection was the irritated black bruise left from Pein’s earlier attack. Pein hated that perfect skin. He decided to fix it. Reaching into the pack under his robe, Pein grasped a handful of tools. Among these was a short metal needle, blunted after years of use. Pein stopped thrusting, but held his cock inside of Sasuke. Pein pinched a bit of skin from Sasuke’s back, and pressed the needle into it. The boy’s face scrunched with pain as the blunt metal pierced through his skin. Pain browsed through his handful of equipment, and selected a small metal hoop. He positioned it, and pushed it into the hole made by the needle. He closed the hoop. Once the jewelry was in place, he grabbed another chunk of skin, about two inches lower than the first. Pein again passed the needle through, sending a shockwave through the boy’s body. Every muscle tightened, and his ass spasmed around Pein’s cock.
Pein moved down Sasuke’s back, sliding one hoop after another into the taut flesh, until two rows ran down his back, each about 4 inches from his spine in either direction. With each new piercing, Sasuke’s body reacted similarly, shaking violently and squeezing the older man’s shaft. With the piercings finished, Pein leaned back to admire his work. Small streams of blood ran down the boy’s sides. They quickly washed away in the rain. Inspired, Pein drew a length of cord from his pack. It was soft, and black as coal. He began to lace it through the piercings, effectively lacing a corset on Sasuke’s back. Each tug of the thin rope pulled on the sensitive piercings, and Sasuke’s body twitched and spasmed unpredictably. At the end of the line, Pein tied a loose bow, and observed the cross-hatch pattern he had created. He grasped the cording and pulled.
Sasuke’s body arched in a long curve, and his silent screams tried to force their way through the cold air. Zaku shut his eyes. He could no longer bear to see the face of the boy, swollen and running with tears. As Sasuke’s lower body twisted and moved, Pein felt the child’s inner muscles knotting around him. The sensation proved effective, and Pein came, filling Sasuke’s ass quickly. Pein pulled his cock free, and finished cumming onto Sasuke’s ass and back. Sasuke felt the hot fluid landing on his skin, and felt hatred rise within him. For what seemed like a brief moment, Sasuke blacked out.

When he awoke, the rain had stopped. Sasuke groggily stood and looked around himself. Pein was gone. The concrete was splashed with several large puddles of what appeared to be rainwater and blood. Sasuke looked down at himself. His hands and arms were coated with drying blood, and a black flame-like pattern was retreating across the left side of his body. The world was displayed in shocking clarity. He could pinpoint every drop of water falling from overhead pipes and ledges. Sasuke turned to where Zaku was, and found him semi-conscious against a rusting steam pipe. Sasuke rushed to him, and knelt beside him. Sasuke immediately noticed a large tear in Zaku’s shirt, in the center of which was a twisted black bruise on the boy’s flesh. As Sasuke bent over Zaku, he felt a sharp pain in his back. He explored the tender skin with his hand, and rediscovered the modifications that Pein had made. He felt a familiar rage growing within him.
Zaku’s eyes slowly opened. His vision hazy and blurred, Zaku saw the dark, red-eyed creature in front of him and knew only fear. Sasuke noticed the raw terror in Zaku’s eyes, and was hurt more deeply than Pein could have ever hoped to achieve on his own. When Sasuke needed Zaku’s comfort more than ever before, he had been denied it. Sasuke found his anger impossible to control. His arm swung out, catching Zaku’s face with the back of his hand. The older boy fell quickly to the ground, sliding several feet across the concrete before stopping. Sasuke picked one of his own kunai off of the ground, having no memory of how it could have gotten there. The knife was sticky with blood, it’s edges dulled with gore. When Sasuke turned back to Zaku, repulsive tool in hand, his face was dark and dead. His mouth was drawn back in a sadistic grimace. Sasuke’s breath pressed through his clenched teeth forming small clouds of water vapor. The temperature seemed to drop several degrees when the boy’s eyes, red as blood, fell onto Zaku’s shaking form. A black and violet chakra boiled out of Sasuke’s skin, rising upward like a column of steam. His obsidian hair floated freely around his head as if charged with incredible energy.
Zaku had seen this once before, when his arms were snapped in the boy’s hands like dry twigs. Sasuke took a step forward. The pooling rainwater hissed and steamed under his foot, and the concrete seemed to char and crack as his weight shifted. Sasuke took another step, with a similar effect. He towered over Zaku, the stream of chakra fading away several feet above his head. Sasuke squatted down, until his eyes were even with Zaku’s. Though the water around him sizzled and boiled away, Zaku felt no warmth coming from the Uchiha. He felt only the cold rain, the brisk breeze, and the hatred that flowed through the creature before him.
Sasuke held the kunai high over his head. Zaku, nearly paralyzed from Pein’s final attack against him, struggled to move. As he struggled with his body, Sasuke dropped his arm, shoving the bloody kunai deep into Zaku’s thigh. Sasuke released the knife, and stuck his fingers into the hole made in the fabric. He tore Zaku’s pants down the length of the teen’s leg, even as blood pooled around them, mixing with the rainwater until it faded to a translucent pink. Zaku was helpless, forced to watch his clothing being reduced to scraps of useless fabric. Once Zaku’s pants had been destroyed, Sasuke swept the Kunai out and up, cutting into Zaku’s stomach. Sasuke similarly began shredding Zaku’s shirt, oblivious to the thick, hot liquid escaping Zaku’s abdomen. When Zaku’s shirt had fallen to the wet ground, Sasuke pulled the knife from Zaku’s stomach, flinging it behind him, where it pierced through the rusting, decayed metal of a steam pipe some distance away. The punctured pipe blew a massive cloud of hot steam throughout the large alleyway, instantly warming the air and obscuring most of the environment. The steam cloud swirled and twisted around Sasuke, blending with his chakra, being consumed by it. Sasuke stretched out his arm, reaching for Zaku. The teen cringed back, afraid of the potentially damaging touch. Sasuke’s fingers grazed Zaku’s neck, but they did not burn him. By the time Zaku realized this, Sasuke’s hand was already closing around his throat. Zaku’s eyes widened. He struggled to lift his arms, to grab Sasuke and try to bring him back, but his body lacked the strength to do so. Sasuke stood, slowly, pulling Zaku up with him. To Sasuke, the fourteen-year-old was a ragdoll. He leapt suddenly into the air, bounding flawlessly from one outstretched pipe to another, dodging and weaving through the complex grid of steel and cable. The pair bounced from left to right, climbing ever higher at a speed that dizzied Zaku until the world blurred around him. The humid air evaporating around his chakra trail left a cloud of steam in the boy’s wake.
Finally, Sasuke came to a stop, perched on a catwalk bolted to the top of a wide pipe running into the center of the village. From this peak on the edge of Amegakure, the village unfolded under them like a massive sea of rust and steel. Millions of pipelines and water tanks snaked through the village, twisting and writhing around thousands of tiny buildings. The sky above was alive with undulating slate clouds, pierced every few moments by flashes of white as low thunder rumbled. Even now, as the slow moving steam cloud finally caught up with them, rising out of the deep alley and fading into the sky around them, Zaku felt a few icy drops of rain on his exposed skin. Sasuke shifted Zaku’s limp body, dropping him heavily onto the steel railing of the catwalk. He forced his head to turn, looking over his shoulder to see Sasuke standing directly behind him. Zaku was surprised to see the flame-like black markings covering every inch of Sasuke’s body. They seemed to flow across his skin like fire, as if they were moving. A thin chain of the flame markings twisted it’s way around Sasuke’s cock, which hung, half-erect, between Sasuke’s powerful but slender thighs. Like the rest of him, Sasuke’s boyhood seemed charged with his new-found dark power.
Zaku clung to the steel poles making up the railing he was leaning on. He was bent over it, facing down at the concrete-covered ground they had left mere minutes ago. His strength grew and fell in subtle waves; Pein’s attack had a lasting effect. Behind him, Sasuke approached. The younger boy pressed his hips against Zaku’s ass. The teen felt Sasuke’s cock pressing against his asshole. He could feel the blood pumping into it as it hardened against him. Sasuke’s hands slid up Zaku’s back, running over his shoulders and finally coming to rest buried deep within Zaku’s hair. Sasuke clenched his fingers in tight pulses, sending shocking bursts of pain through Zaku’s head. He spoke in a deep voice, filled with a confidence and bravado that Zaku had rarely heard from the boy.
“How much will you bleed when I take you for the first time?” Zaku’s eyes widened. He opened his mouth, struggling to form words. “Do you think you’ll cum when my cock fills up your ass, Zaku?”
“No,” Zaku managed.
“Well I’m not going to touch your cock, so I guess you’ll have to finish yourself off.”
“No, Sasuke.” Zaku’s voice was cracked, sounding as though he hadn’t had anything to drink for days. “Don’t, please.”
“Please don’t what?”
“Don’t…don’t do this.” Sasuke laughed to himself, a cold sound devoid of emotion.
“That sounds so much like me, the first time you fucked me.” Zaku fell silent. “Do you remember that, Zaku? Remember breaking my arms and raping me? Did it bleed, Zaku?” Zaku did not reply. He heard Sasuke shift behind him, and then felt the piercing pain of Sasuke’s thumb being forced inside of his virgin asshole. Zaku cried out, his body beginning to tremble. Sasuke twisted his thumb, exploring the tight cavity. “I bet I cried, didn’t I? It’s ok, Zaku. You’ll cry too.” Zaku moved his arms, grasping the steel railing, trying desperately to regain control of his body. Sasuke, noticing Zaku’s increasing mobility, moved faster. Sasuke leaned back, and spat on Zaku’s ass. He gathered the saliva with his thumb, and rubbed it around the tender hole. He pressed his cock against Zaku’s entrance, and rubbed it slowly against the sensitive area, smiling as the circles and lines he traced with it sent shivers across Zaku’s body.
Zaku looked back at Sasuke. His eyes were filled with fear. The rain fell around them, plastering Zaku’s hair to his head and face. Large beads of water gathered in the curve of Zaku’s spine, running slowly along the teen’s contours before falling the hundred feet or so to the ground below. He spoke pleadingly.
“Stop, please. Sasuke let’s just go. You don’t need to do this.”
“I do need to do this.” Sasuke’s voice had taken on an uncharacteristic anger. “This is the only way to make you want me the way I want you. Besides…” Sasuke slipped the head of his cock past Zaku’s tight muscles, holding it just inside of the sound ninja. “Don’t you feel how hard you got me. I just can’t help it, when your perky little ass is up in the air like this.” Sasuke slid his cock forward, slipping slowly into Zaku, stopping every few seconds to relish in the feeling of the teenager’s muscles tightening around him. Sasuke stepped forward, placing his hands firmly on Zaku’s waist, his legs pressed against Zaku’s. This way, he could fuck Zaku with as much force and leverage as possible. Sasuke clenched his hips, driving his cock deeply into Zaku. Zaku shrieked, the sound cutting through the rumbling thunder.
As the storm grew in intensity, so did Sasuke. The sky, now turned from slate gray to a frightening black, split randomly in blinding streaks of forked lightening. The falling rain pelted the couple perched above Amegakure. Sasuke reached forward, grabbing hold of Zaku’s arms, and prying them from the railing. He pulled them backward, leaning back himself. Now supported only by Sasuke’s grip, Zaku’s body bounced as Sasuke’s cock repeatedly thrust into him. The legs of both boys were stained red with Zaku’s blood. It had been a small amount at first, but Sasuke’s ferocity was unrelenting. Zaku kept his eyes tightly closed, but his mouth hung open. His earlier cries had subsided to high-pitched whimpers, most of which were inaudible over the sound of the thunderstorm. His cheeks and shoulders were flushed a light pink, and despite the incredible warmth coming from behind him, he was freezing. The rain pelted every inch of his exposed skin. His breath escaped in large white vapor clouds. Zaku’s body tensed painfully. It felt as though Sasuke was filling his entire body. He felt every inch of the boy’s cock sliding into him, felt it’s incredible stiffness whenever his asshole tightened around it.
Sasuke stared downward, watching his own actions. He was getting incredible enjoyment out of topping the more dominant teen, and was becoming even more aroused watching Zaku’s body reacting to it. Every nerve of Sasuke’s body seemed to be firing at once. He had never felt more energy and pleasure coursing through him. Sasuke released one of Zaku’s arms, helping to position it back on the railing. With his newly available hand, Sasuke rubbed his own body, dragging his fingers down his stomach and underneath. He briefly wrapped two fingers around his cock, stroking the shaft in time with a few shallow thrusts. Feeling both sensations at once was incredible. He lowered his grip, gently cupping his balls, which had already retracted close to his body. Sasuke slid his fingers between his slender thighs, pressing his middle fingertip against his own asshole. Fucking Zaku was a truly enjoyable experience, but nothing said he couldn’t increase his own pleasure more. He slid his finger an inch or so into his ass, biting his lip and drawing in a sharp breath as he did so.
Zaku slowly became aware that the pain inside of him was giving way to a subtle pleasure. He tried to relax, focusing on Sasuke’s motion, and the fulfilling sensation his cock provided.
Sasuke felt fire burning through his body. His head lolled backwards, as his fingers probed deeply inside himself, his cock buried in Zaku. Zaku’s body had begun to loosen, and Sasuke was able to easily thrust more quickly. He alternated between rapid shallow thrusts and slow deep ones, trying to experience the full range of pleasure the teenager’s ass could give. He began to feel his body peaking. Sasuke released Zaku’s right arm, letting the teen support himself on the railing. He pulled his cock free from Zaku’s ass, and gripped it with his right hand, which he had just lubricated with a lick from his tongue. He encircled the head of his cock with his palm, shivering as he rubbed his most sensitive zone. In his heightened state of arousal, the sensation was overpowering. He pumped his cock a few times with a tight grip, and once he felt the beginnings of his orgasm taking hold, he penetrated Zaku again, driving his cock into his deepest regions. He grabbed Zaku’s hips, and pulled them closer to him, thrusting with renewed vigor, forcing his cock into the tight crevice. His body shook uncontrollably, as hot cum filled Zaku. He let out a long moan, his body frozen with his cock buried within the boy that had always topped him. He kept his cock inside Zaku, and leaned over his back, reaching down to fondle Zaku’s cock. Sasuke was shocked to find it hard, with Zaku’s hand already grasping it. Sasuke’s fingers found a noticeable moisture at it’s tip. Zaku supported their weight by leaning on the railing with one arm. Sasuke laid his head on Zaku’s back, his hand wrapped around Zaku’s, which was wrapped around his shaft.
Sasuke guided Zaku’s hand, stroking the teen’s cock using Zaku’s own precum as lubrication. The attention forced Zaku’s body to twist and move against Sasuke, milking Sasuke’s cock. Sasuke focused his fingers’ movement around Zaku’s cock-head, loving the high squeals Zaku made. Sasuke began to thrust again, slowly, keeping his cock as deep as possible. Still, Zaku felt a warm liquid running down his thigh. Zaku’s hips began to gyrate, thrusting weakly into Sasuke’s hand. When Zaku came, his knees gave out. Both boys fell to the mesh flooring as Zaku’s cum fell with the rain to the ground below. They collapsed on the catwalk, embracing in the rain. Sasuke finally pulled out of Zaku, allowing Zaku the opportunity to turn to face him. The cursed seal had retreated. Zaku grabbed Sasuke’s face with one hand and, guiding it upward, kissed him. They slept that way, keeping each other warm, confident that no one would venture this high to find them.

When Sasuke awoke, the storm had passed. The sun had risen over the village, and it’s rays warmed the nude boy’s soft milky skin. He sat up, stretched, and leaned back against the steel railing. He looked over to see Zaku already up. The teen was sitting against the railing as well, his knees pointed upward, his legs slightly apart. Sasuke’s eyes followed the line of Zaku’s body downward until they found his cock, erect between his thighs. Zaku, noticing Sasuke was awake, stood and spoke.
“Good morning.” He said, reaching down to grab his swollen shaft. He stroked it a few times, and gave Sasuke a ‘come hither’ gesture. “It’s your turn today.” Sasuke blushed and smiled. He crawled over to Zaku on his hands and knees, swaying his nubile hips seductively. Sasuke parted his pouty lips, and ran his tongue along the underside of Zaku’s cock, twirling it around it’s head. He opened his mouth wider, and accepted his breakfast.

The End.