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It's poetic.

[The lyrical quality to Chiskikani words can't be denied, and he tries to commit this one to memory — one who walks with night. Suitable, for someone like him who endeavored so desperately to live in the darkness.]

Isti... brietha—laso. [A careful, halting attempt to mimic Cy's speech.] I'd like to learn more of your language, if you permit it.

[With Cy's head on his left shoulder, his right arm is free to wrap around the man, one leg slinging over.]

There's no 'permit'. I'm the only one left who knows it. I'd love it if you learned.

( he makes space, as he always does, and rests one hand over sasuke's heart, feeling the warmth beneath his palm. )

I've been back to Chinoon a couple times since Tak, but... the last time, too much had changed. I had to let it go.

[That grief of loss — it comes from a place of understanding in Cy as well. To have watched a world you once cherished change into something unrecognizable, where everyone you know is gone. It is hard to fathom — but it is no wonder Cy can handle the idea of an inevitable separation.

Sasuke takes in an unsteady breath, leaning to kiss the crown of Cy's head. An echo of all of the affection he has been taught to express.]

Then I'll learn. [Said with determination.] And there will be two people left who know it.

[And we'll teach our children, is the sudden, errant thought in his mind, terrifying because he wants it so much.]

Chiskikani and dancing. Math, French, farming... I have a lot to learn from you.

( he huffs a laugh and leans up into sasuke's space to press a kiss against his throat. )

Not that I want to undermine your determination the old fashioned way, but is it something you could take from my head?

[His brow furrows, serious.]

I could. But... doing that while avoiding him, [and there's no need to clarify who him is in this case,] might be difficult. More than simply casting a genjutsu. I'm confident, but I don't know if you would want to risk that. Me, in your head.

( something shivers across his expression, and he is glad of the fact that their position won't give sasuke the opportunity to see it — he never has much enjoyed what kulo vayn evokes in him. )

I wouldn't suggest it if I thought there was a significant risk. Your safety comes first to me, always. How he's in my head is... complicated, but it shouldn't be something you could stumble into. We can talk about it more specifically if you think that'd help?

( that comment is accompanied by a lift of his hand to cradle sasuke's cheek. )

But I would enjoy teaching you. However it happens.

[Would it be so bad if he did stumble into the part of Cy's mind where Kulo Vayn is imprisoned? They aren't words he suggests aloud, but the thought settles, whether influenced by his suit or not. It isn't like Kulo Vayn could truly affect him — not from within chains, not while Sasuke is using the Sharingan, surely. And that interest in him hasn't abated since he first learned of the more sinister presence inside of Cy, as much because he wants to protect Cy as know him, in every way.

Sasuke leans his cheek against that warm hand.]

All right. Let's discuss it more when I'm not... like this. [A soft exhalation, rubbing his face against Cy's fingers with a thoughtless ease, seeking touch.] I missed you. I always do, when you aren't with me.

（ his fingers rake up into sasuke's hair, scratching lightly at his scalp just for the enduring stimulation. ）

I'm supremely miss-able, it's true.

（ he turns his head, stubble scraping against sasuke's bare chest so he can lay a kiss over his sternum. ）

Sorry I couldn't find you sooner.

It wasn't your fault.

[The fact that Cy had looked for him at all, and with such seeming effort, is more than he could ask. Sasuke tilts his head into the touch. It's impossible to resist that siren's call of proximity while they're lying together like this — the leg he's hooked over Cy hikes higher, pressing the full length of their bodies together in a needy rub for contact.]

Cy. [The quality of his voice changes, a little more breathy.] The suit.

[As if that excuse is necessary for the swing into horniness when he's this close to Cy.]

Mm.

（ his hand stills, gently feathering sasuke's hair into some semblance of being kempt. ）

We're kinda half in public. Are you okay with that, or do you need me to take your mind off it? I can straight up start talking about quadratic equations, right here, right now.

I don't know if that would actually help. You'd still be talking.

[Do you realize how down bad he is.]

As long as no one can see us...

（ that gets a laugh, low with rust as his breath is exhaled against sasuke's chest, and then he straightens up. ）

Okay, okay. Gimme a sec, I'll be right back.

（ don't mind him, he's just going to. teleport out? to only god knows where, actually, but when he returns a few minutes later it's with a... door? yes, he absolutely just ripped a door off of... somewhere down in the labyrinth, like a completely normal person, that's fine. consequences? water those???

the door gets wedged across the opening to the alcove — it wouldn't prevent actual entry unless he felt like causing actual architectural damage, but it would be a heavy deterrent to someone looking for a spot to have a tryst of their own. he dusts his hands off like he has, in point of fact, just solved world hunger and gives his handiwork an enterprising nod. ）

Ha.

（ #can'tbetamed. ）

[Left alone by Cy's sudden disappearance, he sits upright calmly — he may be confused on what Cy could possibly be doing, but he's too accustomed to the man's weird shenanigans to be that surprised when it happens.

Except, no. Cy still manages to completely surprise him.]

Whose door is that?

Ours.

（ he makes a little gesture with his hands, 'tadah'. jazz hands all inclusive, because this man is a fucking clown. ）

For now, anyway.

[... 🤦‍♂️]

Will you put it back where you found it once we're finished?

Depends on how distracting our fuckin' is.

（ he makes a playful little leer at sasuke as he drops back down onto the bench and pats his lap. ）

Now, c'mere, you gorgeous man.

[Horniness wins out against absurdity or embarrassment, and he crawls into Cy's lap, swinging his leg over to take up familiar residence there. His right hand finds Cy's shoulder for balance, until it loops into the full length of his arm to feel the movement of muscle underneath the fabric of Cy's shirt.]

It hasn't all been difficult. I've thought about you as constantly as I did that first month... In dreams, and in my thoughts.

[He doesn't mind being tormented if the content of that torment is Cy.]

Am I as devastatingly handsome and charming there as I am wrapped up in your arms?

（ there's a playful lift of his brows, and he leans in to press a kiss against sasuke's collarbone, biting at him with an exaggerated sound of simulated gnawing. his hands fall to sasuke's hips, and his palms press down, fingers tightening just shy of a bruise. ）

Any special requests, sweetheart?

No. Not even my imagination compares.

[Who taught him to be so sappy?

There's a huff of near-laughter at the playful gnawing — with similar exaggeration, he cranes to escape in mock-struggle, even if it does no more than squirm his weight in Cy's lap to feel the tight squeeze of those fingers.]

Hm. Do you remember when we spoke about chakra? I've been wondering if it is possible to draw on your energy and replenish my own reserves. [His head tilts, like a cat picking up a curious sound.] Usually I would do that through physical contact. Would you want to try?

（ look he loves!! the sap!! he's basically a maple syrup farm in the wilds near sucrerie de la montagne. he makes a thoughtful hm of sound, and then: ）

Sure. But if your next suggestion is sucking my dick, I am going to lampshade that that's gotta be the funniest way you've asked me that question, to date.

So? Should I not ask?

[Fine, he'll spike the sap back with prickliness.]

The suit's draining my chakra. Not significantly, but I noticed.

Oh, no. Please do ask. I think it's cute when you look up at me with those pretty eyes and beg me for what you want.

（ there's a loving little nuzzle at his cheek — accepting that prickliness for what it is and soothing it with the nearness and intimacy of physical contact. ）

Take as much as you need. I'm kinda an unlimited supply.

I'm not begging.

[Yet. He would, if Cy asked him to — he'd do anything if Cy wanted him to do it. The nuzzle soothes, and he returns the gesture without hesitation, seeking more of that intimacy.]

I don't know if it will work, but... it seems possible. Will it hurt you?

（ complicated question. cy gives him a considering look, settling back against the cushions, his expression just a little far away. ）

Hard to say. I don't think it would hurt in the sense that I'd want or need you to stop — I don't mind putting up with some discomfort if it benefits you, and I'm not exaggerating when I say there's an unfathomable amount of shit on tap here. Pillars of the world, right?

（ a bit of an absent-minded shrug. ）

Let's try it. I won't let you hurt me in a way that would wound you, okay?

Should we attempt it in a more normal way first, then? I can put my hand on you.

[Yes, he wants Cy's dick in his mouth about eighty percent of the time, but —]

I know that you would put with the discomfort, but... it seems wrong, for sex, if you aren't enjoying it.

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