Those to be Sacrificed

Naruto: Those to be Sacrificed.
Esoteric Style

“In my eyes, indisposed
In disguise as no one knows
Hides the face, lies the snake
in The sun in my disgrace
Boiling heat, summer stench
'Neath the black the sky looks dead
Call my name through the cream
And I'll hear you scream again.” – ‘Black Hole Sun,’ Soundgarden.

“He’s a switch.” Dosu’s voice cut sharply through Zaku’s trance-like state.
“What?” Zaku wasn’t so much feigning innocence as much as he was legitimately confused. He had been slightly distracted and had been ignoring Dosu.
“Kimimaro…The boy you’ve been staring at for the past ten minutes.” Zaku broke his eyes away from the subtly androgynous form heading away from them, and turned to Dosu. Dosu continued, “That’s what I hear anyway. They say Orochimaru tracked him down as a pet, maybe even something more, but something happened. The two are never seen together anymore. Last I heard, Kimimaro was working his way through the village, taking anyone he could get. The guy is a total slut.”
“Straight?” Zaku inquired.
“Doesn’t care. Like I said, he’s a switch. He’d just as soon fuck some girl as he would take it with his face in the pillows.” Dosu trailed off, acting as though he was deep in thought. “Hell, he might even let you fuck him.” Zaku looked at Dosu and rolled his eyes. “Ok, you have a good point, but he might at least fuck you from behind. Then he could pretend it was ‘Rochi-sama.” Once the expression of shock and disgust left his face, Zaku shoved him, in an aggressive but friendly gesture. Doing so sent sharp pain shooting through his shoulders. A look of concern spread over Dosu’s face. Zaku tried to reassure him.
“I’m fine, really, they’re getting better.”
“You need to rest more, Zaku, or your arms will never be the same. Do you think they’re going to keep you around here if you can’t pull your weight?” Zaku looked away, hurt and pissed off. “I’m doing everything I can,” Dosu continued. “But you’ll have to pick up your slack some time.”

Zaku did not see Kimimaro again for some time. Rumors flew around the village about the effeminate boy that could have been Orochimaru’s right hand man. Everyone spoke of the lucky group that had shared a bed with the boy. Most claimed that Orochimaru himself had never laid a finger on him, though Zaku found that hard to believe. He tried to spend time resting in bed, but Zaku was far too restless to waste his days staring at the ceiling. One afternoon, after tiring of trying to sleep, Zaku got dressed and wandered into the bright sunlight of the village. Despite the sticky summer heat, Zaku walked at a brisk pace, heading toward a small shop near the center of the village. Zaku had only ever been there once, and it held no specific importance to him. He simply required a destination in order to achieve the motivation to walk.
It was several hours before Zaku arrived at the center of the village. He was exhausted when he got to his goal, and now found himself without direction. Luckily, he noticed someone that caught his eye. Kimimaro stood on the sidewalk, his back pressed against the wall of a building across the street. What was especially surprising was the expression on his face, and the fact that he was staring at Zaku. Kimimaro’s eyes were transfixed on Zaku’s body. They appeared glazed over, almost hurt. Then, Kimimaro noticed that he had been caught. The direction of his glance shot upward, into Zaku’s eyes. Kimimaro’s were wide with shock and worry, but it disappeared quickly, replaced with the disinterested sultry glare he usually held. He turned to leave, but stopped, throwing a last look over his shoulder before heading down a filthy side road. After a short pause, Zaku sighed and followed.
The side road was essentially an alley, and the tall buildings on either side helped shade it from some of the bright summer sun. He caught up with Kimimaro quickly, hustling through the alley until he was able to match the teen’s slow, seductive walk. Zaku was excited, but nervous. Kimimaro had been swimming through Zaku’s mind for the past few days, and having the opportunity to actually speak to him was an attractive prospect. Kimimaro kept his eyes ahead as he spoke, not bothering to look at Zaku.
“I’ve been wanting to see you.”
“How do you even know who I am?”
“Your name comes from Orochimaru’s lips more than you might think,” Kimimaro replied, matter-of-factly. His speech was mysterious, as if these were great secrets that everyone should know, but no one shared. To Kimimaro’s surprise, Zaku was not shocked.
“After the disaster in Konoha, I’m sure he speaks of me often.”
“Oh really?”
“I’m responsible for our failure. I was unable to defeat the Uchiha.” Kimimaro snickered to himself.
“You talk like your some disgraced war hero. You lost a fight with a prodigy, get over it.” Zaku stared off toward the distance, toward a lone cloud on the horizon. He hoped it would bring more. Kimimaro was silent while Zaku relived his past. He finally spoke, filling Kimimaro in on parts of his life that few knew about.
“Orochimaru took me in, off the streets. He fed me, clothed me, trained me.” Zaku lifted his arms, now barely functional, and completely harmless. “He gave me power, and a purpose. Now I’ve got nothing.”
“Your usefulness to Orochimaru is not yet gone.” Kimimaro flinched at the comment, as if it hurt him to say it. “He is going to use you to help crush Konoha.”
“How? How am I supposed to help? I can’t even fight.”
“I don’t know, I haven’t heard much.” They walked in silence for a little longer, until once again, Zaku spoke.
“You know what people say about you.” Kimimaro nodded. “Why do you let people talk like that?”
“Because it’s true.” Zaku turned, and saw that Kimimaro was facing him as well. “We have more in common than you know, Zaku. The difference is, while Orochimaru cared for you from afar, I was domesticated. He kept me on a short leash, always at his side. It’s true that I was to be the next vessel for Orochimaru-sama’s soul, but that wouldn’t be the first time he was inside of me.”
“What do you mean you ‘were’ going to be the next vessel?”
“I’m sick, Zaku. Dying. My body isn’t any good anymore. At least it isn’t any good for it’s true purpose. Orochimaru won’t have me any more. He’s afraid of the disease, but I know it’s not contagious. He would have developed it long ago.”
“But why allow yourself to be used like that?”
“That’s just it. We’re all being used by the village, it’s just in different ways. If this is how I can be useful, than so be it.” Kimimaro stopped, and turned again to Zaku. Zaku watched him, not knowing what to do, or what to say. Kimimaro approached, forcing Zaku to back up until his back hit the rough brick wall behind him. Kimimaro stretched out his arms, planting a hand against the wall on either side of the boy. He held his face within inches of Zaku’s, and spoke in a whisper.
“Do you want me, Zaku?” Zaku swallowed, and answered weakly.
“Yes.”
“Do you want to feel useful?”
“Yes.”
“Then let me use you.” Kimimaro leaned closer still, until his lips brushed gently against Zaku’s. The boys parted their lips and kissed, sharing the hot summer air in their lungs. They kissed twice more before breaking the embrace. Kimimaro took Zaku by the hand, and pulled him down the alley. Ahead, on the right, was a dirty white door. Kimimaro tried the knob, and Zaku was surprised to see the door swing open. Zaku felt himself pulled into the room beyond it. Kimimaro pushed the door closed once Zaku was inside. The room was large and dark. The air was stale and smelled of mildew and dust. The only light was being filtered through rotting curtains hung over windows with glass broken long ago. While Zaku’s eyes adjusted to the dimness, Kimimaro was already headed up a large flight of stairs. They creaked loudly with each of his steps, threatening to give way at any time. Zaku blindly followed the boy, not knowing what to expect.
The stairs ended in a short hallway, flanked on either side by a tall oaken door. The whole building was very strange, and unlike any other Zaku had seen in the village. By the time Zaku had cleared the stairs, Kimimaro had disappeared, but Zaku noticed one of the hall doors was slightly ajar. He shouldered the door open, and found Kimimaro standing by a small bed. The room was much brighter than the previous ones, with a large round window near the ceiling. The bed was dressed with surprisingly clean, fancy sheets, as well as a pillow and comforter.
“The house is abandoned,” Kimimaro explained, his back to Zaku and the door. “I started using it a couple of years ago, just as a place to get away for a while on the rare occasion that I could get out of the compound.”
“Is this where you…?”
“No. No other men have been in here.” Kimimaro turned. In this place, his face held a softness and warmth that Zaku had never seen before. “Just you.” Zaku approached him. They kissed again, tongues meeting while Kimimaro stripped off Zaku’s clothing. Once he was nude, Zaku returned the favor, finally sliding a soft pair of underwear down Kimimaro’s slender legs. He let Kimimaro lead, and was helped onto the bed. Kimimaro’s hands explored Zaku’s body. His touch was clearly experienced, but hardly held the expertise that Dosu’s rumors suggested. Kimimaro seemed to know every spot that Zaku wanted to be touched. Kimimaro’s soft hands rivaled the satin sheets under Zaku’s back. Kimimaro lowered his lips to Zaku’s body, planting gentle kisses along the lines of Zaku’s musculature. His warm mouth met the base of Zaku’s swelling cock, teasing him. Kimimaro rolled back, into a kneeling position, and looked down at Zaku, who sheepishly met the gaze between his spread knees. Kimimaro smiled, and pulled on Zaku’s hips, guiding him to flip over onto his hands and knees. Zaku gasped as Kimimaro’s hot breath rolled across the curve of his ass. Kimimaro’s tongue darted out, tracing circles around Zaku’s hole. Zaku’s body tightened and spasmed in desire. Kimimaro smiled. He leaned back, and slid his hands up Zaku’s sides, leaning over to whisper in his ear.
“Are you ready?” Zaku nodded.
“Is this your first time?” Zaku paused for a while, but nodded again.
“Good.”
Zaku tightened his grip on the bed sheets, filling his hands with the soft fabric. He braced himself for the pain he knew would come. Kimimaro, the experienced teen, knelt behind him, his knees pushing into the soft mattress. He lifted one delicate hand, brushing a lock of pale white hair from his face. He moved with unparalleled grace, making not a sound as he moved across the bed. Kimimaro crawled over to Zaku, until he was kneeling between Zaku’s shins. He slipped one finger into his mouth, suckling on it while he took in Zaku’s form. The younger boy was kneeling on the bed on all fours. His body shook with anticipation and anxiety. Kimimaro could see Zaku’s fingers opening and closing rapidly, drawing an increasing amount of fabric between them. Kimimaro smiled. He found a certain appeal in playing with someone so inexperienced. He vowed to try to make Zaku’s first time memorable. He leaned over the boy, placing one hand gently on his middle back, and removing his slick finger form his lips.
Kimimaro placed the finger against Zaku’s asshole, drawing narrowing circles around it. Finally, when Zaku’s body was quaking with desire, he pressed the finger into the tight space, sliding it slowly but forcefully down to the knuckle. Zaku convulsed underneath him, his body losing control as loud cries escaped his mouth. Briefly, Zaku was relieved. The pain hadn’t been that bad after all. It wasn’t until he turned to see it was only Kimimaro’s middle finger inside of him that he became worried.
“It’s ok, Zaku,” Kimimaro assured him. “It won’t be that bad once I get inside you.” Kimimaro’s hands moved expertly across Zaku’s body. His fingers lightly tread across the length of Zaku’s shaft, the whole while his other hand was busy stretching and massaging his tight hole. When it came to a point that Kimimaro could thrust with his fingers with little reaction, he withdrew his hand.
“Is that all?” Zaku asked, his voice tinted with lust.
“Just the beginning,” Kimimaro replied, an expression of placid calm on his face. He grabbed his shoulder, between the joint and his neck, as if the muscle there was in pain. He closed his eyes, and pulled, slowly extracting a bone, eight inches long, and almost an inch and a half in diameter. Kimimaro examined Zaku’s ass. It was still slick from his own saliva, as well as Zaku’s sweat. In his hands, the bone was reshaping, becoming smooth and phallic. It ended up with a smooth tapered head, and a shiny, polished finish. Kimimaro placed the bone dildo at Zaku’s entrance, pressing it forward with just enough force to work it into the boy.
Zaku cried out again as the mercilessly rigid structure penetrated him. Every time his body moved, his muscles would tighten, worsening the pain. He focused all of his energy into relaxing that muscle, allowing Kimimaro to slide the dildo smoothly into him. The bone was warm, and felt just as incredible as it felt painful. Kimimaro slid the object repeatedly into Zaku, preparing him for what would come next. He kept his spare hand moving, constantly caressing all of Zaku’s exposed erogenous zones. His slender fingertips glided gracefully from Zaku’s throbbing shaft to the tender skin surrounding his asshole, up his spine and around, twisting around both of his nipples in ever tightening spirals. Zaku’s body reacted almost too quickly for the boy to know what was happening himself. Kimimaro felt Zaku’s cock become slick with precum, he felt the boy’s nipples harden at his touch, felt his asshole draw tighter as his fingers approached it. He knew the boy was ready. Kimimaro removed the bone from Zaku, and lay down on the bed behind him. He instructed Zaku to turn around.
Zaku hungrily took in Kimimaro’s appearance. Though he was still soft, his body showed beautiful signs of arousal. His cheeks were slightly flushed, and his chest heaved with every shallow breath. Kimimaro pulled a large amount of saliva onto his fingers, and transferred the lubrication onto his asshole. Zaku stared with passionate longing. His eyes danced across the boy’s slender legs, his long, smooth torso, the soft features of his face. His eyes returned constantly to the shining moisture that was now present under Kimimaro’s cute boyhood.
“I know I’m going to be fucking you,” He said in a faux-reserved voice. “But it really turns me on to have someone watch me first. Is that ok?” Kimimaro let his legs, bent at the knee, fall toward each other slightly, in a classic look of innocence. Zaku nodded, slightly dumbfounded. Kimimaro bit his lower lip and placed the bone against his entrance. He tensed slightly. His excuse was, “It’s gotten cold.” Kimimaro pushed his fingers, pulling the toy into himself. Zaku watched in wonder as the bone shaft slid inch by inch into Kimimaro, disappearing in his tight orifice, until only enough was left to grip. Kimimaro’s cock jumped with the sensation, and began to harden as Zaku watched.
“Do you like watching?” Kimimaro asked.
“Yeah, you’re really hot like that.”
“You can touch yourself if you want,” He answered coyly, “Just don’t cum yet.” Zaku happily obliged, grasping his cock firmly, and giving it a slow stroke every time Kimimaro reinserted the hard toy into himself. Within a few minutes, Kimimaro’s cock had hardened significantly, and bounced wildly in the air and he slid the bone into himself. Kimimaro looked down, across his body, at Zaku. The boy had one hand wrapped around his cock, the other underneath, with two fingers inside his virgin ass. Satisfied, Kimimaro sat up. While both boys continued to penetrate themselves, their lips met, sharing a deep kiss. Their tongues touched softly in the middle, before the kiss broke. Kimimaro crawled over Zaku, pushing him onto his back. He grabbed both of Zaku’s legs, hoisting them upward, spreading and exposing Zaku’s ass. Kimimaro held the bone dildo inside of his ass tightly, while he positioned his cock to enter the boy.
“Are you ready?” He asked, already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear Zaku say it.
“Fuck me,” He replied, a yearning present in his voice that would not soon be repeated. “Fuck me like I was the only one you ever touched.” Kimimaro obliged. What choice did he have? He leaned his hips forward, and sighed as his cock pierced Zaku, sliding inch by agonizing inch into the boy’s ass. Zaku kept his eyes shut tightly. His mouth hung open in a great ‘O,’ as his breath paused. Kimimaro stopped, when half of his length had entered the boy. He reached underneath himself, twisting the dildo while he slid the rest of the way into Zaku. Kimimaro never felt more pleasure than when he could penetrate while being penetrated. Zaku squirmed, and looked up at him. Kimimaro looked down. Zaku’s back was arched slightly, his cock pointing up and toward his chest. He placed his hands on Kimimaro’s knees, bent underneath his own splayed legs, and squeezed, as if signaling Kimimaro to continue.
As a small puddle of blood formed between them, mercifully camouflaged by the red sheets, Kimimaro began a slow rhythm of movement, sliding back and forth into Zaku while using an uncomfortable stretched hand to slide the dildo in and out of himself. Kimimaro watched Zaku while they fucked, noticing all of the subtle actions Zaku made. His eyes were clenched tightly, his mouth drawn, but there was little pain in his expression. It looked more like he was trying, very intently, to focus on every sensation of their coupling. His cock seemed mere seconds from exploding, and out of sheer mercy, Kimimaro grabbed one of Zaku’s tensing hands and placed it on the shaft. The new dimension of pleasure sent ripples of electricity through Zaku’s body.
“You’d better cum quickly, Zaku, because I can’t finish until I see you cum all over yourself.” Zaku moaned a soft reply, but Kimimaro wasn’t finished. “It gets me really hot to know how good I make you feel. I love knowing that having my cock in you can make you cum.”
“It feels incredible.” Zaku pumped the words out between sharp breaths. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.”
“My, you haven’t even jerked yourself off before?” Zaku shook his head, slowly. “Well, this will be that much better then. Your cum tastes so much sweeter the first time.” Kimimaro sped his thrusting. He had worked himself up too much, and he was worried that he’d finish before Zaku did. He slid the bone dildo deeply into himself and left it still, afraid to stimulate himself too much more.
Luckily, Kimimaro’s fears were unfounded. Zaku began to breath in shrill cries, and his chest flushed lightly. His hips began to pump and spasm uncontrollably. He spoke in a high voice.
“I think…I think I’m cumming! It’s coming…out!” Zaku’s words faded into a loud cry as thick drops of cum left his cock, raining onto his stomach and hands, with several smaller shots falling on his upper chest and chin. He continued to pump his cock, drawing out his first orgasm. Kimimaro smiled, gathering the substance on one finger. He waited until Zaku’s eyes opened before darting out his pink tongue, pulling it into his mouth. It was delicate and sweet, at least compared to the cum he was used to. Zaku seemed to find a rekindled arousal at the sight. Kimimaro, tired of waiting himself, restarted his faster rhythm, closing in on his own orgasm. He decided that it would only be fair to finish Zaku’s first time the right way. He looked down at the boy, covered in sweat and cum, his face flushed with the bright red of arousal, and felt his body draw tight. He grabbed Zaku’s hips, clenched down on the bone dildo, and came. He let out a quiet moan as he filled Zaku’s ass, letting the sound build as his climax finished. His body shook violently as the orgasm crashed. It would forever be one of his best.

They slept on the bed in each other’s arms, wasting away the hot day. It was sundown by the time Zaku awoke, and the temperature had barely dropped. Kimimaro was dressing in the far corner of the room. Zaku watched as he used a filthy, cracked mirror to fix his hair.
“What now?” Zaku asked, stretching his shoulders.
“I don’t know.” Kimimaro finished his hair, but did not turn away from the mirror. “Usually I would have you leave first, and then after a few hours of sleep, I’d sneak back into the compound, that way Orochimaru would be less likely to discover my actions.”
“But we’ve already slept.”
“And what Orochimaru knows no longer matters.” Zaku did not understand Kimimaro’s comment, but he couldn’t find the courage to explore it further.
“Let’s stay here.” Zaku was shocked to find that the comment had come from his own mouth. Kimimaro laughed.
“Stay here? What, together?”
“Why not?”
“You’re serious.” Kimimaro finally turned, and seeing the lack of humor in Zaku’s face, sighed. “We can’t. I can’t.”
“I want to be with you, Kimimaro.” The teen simply looked at Zaku, with a look of disbelief and disappointment. He looked down at something in his hands.
“Trust me, you don’t.”
“Can you give me one night?” Kimimaro looked at Zaku, wrapped in the down comforter. His heart jumped.
“One night. Then your ass has to go.” Kimimaro smiled, and Zaku knew he had won. Kimimaro tossed a tissue, stained with blood, into the corner of the room, and crawled into bed. No more words were spoken that night; none were needed. The only movement of their lips was on each other.