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[The gag is forced into place, its shape familiar by now as it clicks against his teeth, holding his mouth in that perfect, compliant 'o' — unable to close his jaw, to prevent his throat from being accessed and used by this man's will. He makes a low, keening sound that is loud in his ears, tongue made to flatten at the bottom of his mouth when those fingers tuck in on top of it. He tastes the salt of Cy's skin on those knuckles; he can't even suck at them like this if he wanted to. The defenseless is exhilarating, all the more intensified by those words.

His obedience is demanded. He tries to maintain that upward gaze even through the wet glaze of tears in his eyes, and he drinks, because he has to, otherwise he'll drown as that water is tipped and poured in a ceaseless stream down his throat. He can't even cry unless he wants to choke, so he just swallows as fast as he can get the liquid down, throat working, straining to finish.

The fullness is — explicitly overwhelming, after that. It's so much worse with the weight of his swollen belly, although there is some alleviation on his back, but still he endures the throb of his bladder, the painful clench of muscle to withhold that desperate feeling. Once the glass is empty, this time it remains that way, and his sobbing is open-mouthed in sucks of air that care little for how messy and ruined it makes him look beneath Cy.]

There you go.

（ that's said with a certain amount of warmth and praise poured into the words, and cy leans in to kiss sasuke's forehead in an expression of deep affection. the glass is tossed further up the bed, clear evidence he's finished. ）

Now, because you defied me — I'm going to use your throat as punishment.

（ he takes the chain between sasuke's breasts and lifts — it until it's taut and painful on that triumvirate of abused flesh, until sasuke has to squirm and arch his back into it to keep the pressure on his clit from becoming too much to bear. cy loops the chain overtop his cock, just like he did the very first time they used nipple clamps, and keeps it pressed against the flat plane of his mons with the heel of his hand so that it will be an inescapable cruelty, meted out only because he can — and because sasuke will take it. then he pulls sasuke's head forward until the boy has no choice but to take his dick in right to the back of his throat. he doesn't intend to come like this, but he knows that sasuke derives rich satisfaction from having his mouth fucked until he can barely speak, so the segue into such territory harms nothing. ）

[The chain pulls taut, wrapped over the head of Cy’s dick in a mirror of one of their earliest acts as if to pay tribute to how far they’ve come in this loving expression of cruelty and surrender. It pulls at tight, sore nipples, coaxing another sob loose, sharp pain answering the slightest tug of movement. He’s breathless from it — winded by the sharp jolt of pain and by how ruthlessly Cy keeps the chain in place, allowing no relief.

It may be a punishment, but even in the bed of that torment he suffers, it feels like a reward — Cy’s cock put so deeply into his mouth that it seals off the back of his throat, denying crucial airflow. His hand scrambles on the bed, rising up to clasp itself over Cy’s wrist. There’s no intent behind it, no strength, just a desperate grasp as he’s forced to take what he’s given. His voice is a low, gagged vibration around the length of the man’s dick, glossy tears dripping from the corners of his eyes.]

( he enjoys the act. sliding his dick in deep until the first breathless hitch of denial. sometimes he forces sasuke to endure it longer, and sometimes he's quick to withdraw. sasuke grips his wrist and he covers his hand briefly with the second of his own, skirting his hand up sasuke's arm to his shoulder. cradling him as much as one can be cradled in this matter while still being ruthlessly used.

it isn't until he's close that he eases back entirely, leaving sasuke a mess of drool and precome and tears that cy bends to wipe from his cheeks with tender hands. then, meeting sasuke's eyes directly, he kisses his forehead with aching tenderness. )

You're perfect.

( it's simple, as his loving excoriations tend to go. but no less meant for all that. cy reaches to undo the gag and then tosses it aside, thumbs rubbing gently at the marks where straps have dented skin. he nudges sasuke's thighs apart and then lowers himself to his knees between them, setting himself a bit lower than sasuke — but clearly no impediment to the fact he leans in and tugs him into an embrace as best they can with the burgeoning life between them. )

I love you beyond time.

( a stroke of sasuke's damp hair, fingers feathering near his scalp. )

I'll never lie to you, betray you, or put you in danger. I swear I'll never hurt you in a way you haven't asked for and can't stand. Will you marry me?

( the real reason he took the gag off, lbr. turnabout is fair play. )

[By now, from within the context of the illusion, he feels — messy everywhere. A wreck from head to toe: face blotchy and tear-stained, eyes glassy and bloodshot, hair a damp tangle, bruises covering his skin in an array of every place Cy's dominance has visited. It's certainly not the most presentable he has ever looked, and although the answer should be clear, it doesn't matter. He's hearing something important without being on a battlefield, exhausted and battered for a reason different than defeat or victory against an opponent.

As soon as Cy has settled down between his legs, he surges to sit up, though the change requires his hand on the bed for support. He wants to be as close as possible in that embrace — he wants to kiss Cy so desperately it hurts. He's still panting from the denial of air, and his stomach aches from fullness, but right now all he can think, see, hear is in front of him.]

Yes. Of course. I believe you. [No, he won't stop crying in this genjutsu.] I'll marry you. You're everything to me — my home, my entire world.

[kiss him right now or he might actually die???]

（ and cy leans up, one hand fettered in his hair, and pulls him in to kiss him. it starts gentle and tender and deepens, passion-tinged, until he can taste himself on sasuke's tongue. he does show mercy for sasuke's need to breathe, however — pulling back with a nip to his bottom lip. he butts their foreheads together affectionately and then gets back to his feet, letting his fingers skirt against sasuke's belly and the soft curve of one breast as he does it. ）

I need to grab something. Get back on your knees, I want to finish inside of you.

[His thoughts fade in the kiss, weak and warm and drowning in the feeling of that love, and when it ends almost deliriously he wants another — but Cy withdraws, bumping their foreheads, pulling away. A soft sound of protest chases the man, but he's obedient as he rolls back over into the previous position.

It's worse than the first time. That pressure against his bladder is doubled, imaginary or not, as true to physics and anatomy as he wants within genjutsu — he gasps at first from the strain and ache low in his belly. With his arm bent against the bed, he tucks his cheek to turn and look, desperate to see how far away Cy is. What is he going to get, and when will he return?]

（ it doesn't take him long to find what he wants in a drawer: a soft cloth to cover sasuke's eyes, and a leather belt he can loop over his shoulder and stabilize his left side. he could ask sasuke to use susano'o within the context of genjutsu, but — he also doesn't want sasuke to feel as if missing a limb is somehow an issue or something that requires 'fixing', not when it's easily accommodated for.

he comes back to the bed, touching sasuke's flank with a palm smoothed down his side and beneath his belly as he bends to kiss his shoulder, looping the belt over his arm, anchoring it against the trapezius. it'll maybe be a little uncomfortable for him, the belt biting into the soft underarm — but it's a sensation sasuke can mitigate if he wants. once that's done, he leans in nearer and murmurs against his ear: ）

I'm going to blindfold you for this. Close your eyes. I'll narrate what I'm doing to help you through it.

[There's a first curiosity at the pair of items before understanding dawns. Sasuke's heart kicks a little quicker, pulse high in his throat — the alarm is an instinctive, defensive response that is reasoned out both by the control he has over this dimension as well as his trust in Cy. It is not the first time he has been blindfolded. Yet those occasions have never been good or enjoyable, never more than what was necessary by choice or forced upon him.

There's no struggle against the belt as it's looped on his left side to support that shoulder, its purpose clear. He hadn't even considered giving himself the other arm until this moment, a realization that sits heavy in his mind before being set aside. He's more focused on Cy's words of warning, craning to look back at the man. The hesitation is brief, reflexive — he would do far more than this for Cy. Eyes slide shut; his awareness of the room they're in doesn't dim, not when his Sharingan is what has sculpted this illusion, but the gesture is there. And he can turn off the part of himself that sees as he would in reality.]

... I'm ready.

（ he doesn't get to the blindfold immediately — instead, he turns it into a bit of a tease, draping soft fabric against sasuke's shoulder, briefly circling his throat like a collar and drawing it taut enough that asphyxiation is a whispered threat, then drawing it up and putting it over his mouth, pushing the fabric between his lips with two fingers. ）

Do you know the purpose of a blindfold like this?

（ it's asked as he continues to tease him, fucking his fingers into the boy's mouth, damping the silk. ）

[A thrill goes through him at the cinch of silk around his throat, even momentarily, body electric with the arousal Cy coaxes out of him with every movement. He can't tell where his attraction to this man begins and ends — all of him is attentive, mouth parting to the silk pushed inside of it, tongue wetting it. He licks at Cy's knuckles, and though speech is difficult he attempts a small, garbled little no, shaking his head gently to not dislodge those fingers.

If he had to guess, it would be for restriction alone. Blindfolds have only ever been used to make him weaker, vulnerable, easier to control or subjugate.]

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（ cy kisses the crown of his hair, inhaling the scent of oil and shampoo appreciably. ）

Sighted people rely a lot on their ability to see. But when someone obscures that ability — it forces you to rely more on your other senses.

（ sasuke does still have his eyes closed, so he uses that to emphasize his point: ）

You become more aware of touch.

（ his other hand slips beneath sasuke, to squeeze at one heavy breast, fingers seeking out the marks of the earlier whipping like vulgar braille, nails dragging lines across abused skin. ）

Taste. （ he drags damp silk against his tongue. ） Sound. （ that would be the talking, actually. ） More in-tune, more aware of your own body.

（ his fingers catch on the chain between pierced nipples, and then follows it down to the approximate location of sasuke's bladder, kneading his hand against him to make him intimately aware of that sensation of fullness, of urgency he's no doubt struggling with now. ）

It's not about punishment. It's about enhancement. And it's probably more potent for you, because your eyes see more than most. （ he pulls his fingers from sasuke's mouth, rubbing affectionately at his bottom lip. ） Are you still okay with me doing it?

[Cy hasn't gone to put the blindfold over him yet, so he remains in that transitory moment, waiting with his eyes closed, at any moment able to open them and say stop. "Hades." It is the closest Sasuke has felt himself come to that safeword, that guaranteed exit, in a while between them — and genjutsu provides another layer of security on top of the foundation of their trust.

So he listens instead of allowing fear to take him out, a certain skittishness toward this act managed by the gentle, careful way Cy introduces the experience. His muscles are tense, and he almost jolts away from Cy's warm palm when it caresses his breast, but soon that tension builds into a pleasant shiver that spreads all across his chest. Nerves feel fire-lit, hot — this time he does struggle when that hand applies greater pressure to his lower belly, massaging the soft skin and bringing sharp awareness to the urgent need he's denied. He hears himself make a quiet sound, a whimper that sounds almost wounded on Cy's knuckles before his mouth is relieved and free again. A tongue licks after the stroke across his lower lip, kittenish.]

Yes. [But he needs to say more.] ... I'm afraid of it, but not because I believe it will be a bad experience. I know I'm not less in control.

[Now he just pushes his cheek into Cy's hand, rubbing against the damp silk affectionately.]

I trust you, and I want to try.

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（ he pets him gently, acknowledgement of that affectionate gesture sasuke makes by rubbing his cheek. ）

Thank you for trusting me. I'm going to put the silk over your eyes — I'll tie it behind your head. You'll be able to move and rub it off against your shoulder, okay?

（ he lifts it — though he turns it so the damp spot is nearer the tie than over his eyes — and gently knots the silk. he lets it stay loose rather than restrictive, and it's still thin enough that if sasuke wanted to open his eyes, it would only veil his vision and not result in full darkness.

once it's done, cy presses himself against sasuke's back, feet still planted on the floor, curving as close to him as he can and looping an arm beneath him, palm flat between his breasts. he draws a demonstrative breath, exhales. then: ）

Breathe with me until you feel okay. Tell me when you want me to continue.

[The world goes dark, or darker — he feels when the tie is fixed in place behind his head, but he waits a moment longer before opening his eyes to the obfuscation of sight. Staving off that initial spike of adrenaline is Cy's weight on his back, the hand set over his chest where his heart beats fast like bird wings, his body enveloped in warmth.

Meditative instruction calms him further. He obeys Cy without thinking, taking air into his lungs on a deep inhale and then releasing it on an exhale. He skin tingles; he can feel his mind tripping over the emptiness of that lost sense, trying to strain to hear his surroundings, muscles locked in a rigid defense — but breathing helps. Slowly, a little more, he relaxes.]

It surprised me, but it's not that bad. [He can get it off in an instant if he needs his eyes. And Cy is with him. Cy has him.] ... You can keep going.

（ a soft kiss is left against his shoulder, against his spine as he straightens up. one hand is levered against the small of his back, forcing sasuke to better angle his hips. then, as promised, narration follows in his usual vulgar/poetry smash fusion — ）

I want to take my time just looking at you like this. Fuck, if we didn't have other plans I'd have you sit on my face so I could taste you irrespective of air. You always look so beautiful above me.

（ his hand shifts to the boy's hip, and then skirts across the curve of his ass, across the back of one thigh and then presses gently against sasuke's pussy, fingers dipping in just slightly to his hole. ）

I love how you get hard for me, and I love how you get wet for me, and I love being inside you as if you were made to take me into your body.

（ that's accompanied by a push of his fingers, firm and unyielding, until broad knuckles breach. ）

This body you made for me is beautiful in every way. Seeing you pregnant, that visible evidence of our union, our devotion — it's a gift unlike anything else. Your cunt's so reddened with abuse, but you're going to keep taking what I give you, and there's something sacred in that.

（ his hand falls away, and there's the faint, obscene sound of him licking that sweet honey-slick glaze from his fingers. thoroughly, apparently, by the time he takes. the next bit of narration happens a few heartbeats before the action he's describing, giving sasuke just enough lag to understand his intention. ）

I'm going to drag my cock against you. Push back on me, there you go — good boy. Then I'm going to push into you slow.

（ again, the action follows. sex is a heady perfume in the air, and cy's touch is warm — once his cock no longer needs the steadying guidance of his hand, he lets it fall to sasuke's hip. ）

You couldn't move in the machine, but you can now. Fuck yourself against me, I want to be so deep you forget we're separate entities.

[The narration keeps him grounded, moment to moment, fear of vulnerability lost to that shower of praise soon webbing him back into deep, aching lust. He can hear where Cy is by the sound of his voice, and the touch of hands over his body tells him the rest. The combined sensation is almost overwhelming — sensitivity kicked to a heightened degree like his mind can't decide what to track first. His attention follows the path of those fingers down the slope of a hip and over the curve of his ass, and when they find his messy cunt — still desperately wet with his own arousal, a flood he can't seem to stop even after numerous orgasms — there's another physical jolt of hips as he gasps.

It feels intense. It isn't like he couldn't tell where Cy's touch was headed, but the anticipation is exaggerated, sharpened under a lens of focus. There's the renewed recognition of his swollen belly spoken in Cy's voice, that he's holding life between them — and then the slick sounds of Cy's tongue. He doesn't have to see to know what the man is doing.

Then those instructions, which he abides, perhaps a little too hastily as his hips surge back and Cy's cock slides into his pussy as deep as he can get it, forced to crush his bent knees beneath his own weight. It's not something he would have done with anyone else. This — obscene, lurid display that feels almost more vulnerable than when he's facing Cy, almost filthier than anything they've done yet, because it means he's doing it all himself. He fucks himself back onto Cy's cock with an urgent need, the slap of skin in that collision too loud in his ears, making his skin burn with embarrassment and hot, vivid hunger. The jagged edge of his breath becomes audible — he can't maintain an even rhythm for long, as hips falter and one knee slips, but he keeps trying. Trying to be good enough to deserve that praise.

Perhaps because he can't see himself but he knows Cy's eyes are on him, it allows the leniency to just let go. There's no shame in the drive of his body as he bears onto Cy's cock, voice a little louder, moans broken into high breathless sounds.]

（ and cy — lets him. surrendering, for the moment, active participation in the scene itself. forcing sasuke to use his body to please him with no recourse, no tender alternative save to rock against him in an unsteady staccato. cy lets him until exhaustion seems to threaten — one knee slips, his breathing jagged, worn down not just by the physicality but equally as much by the maintenance of this genjutsu. sasuke ends up panting, cheek pressed against the mattress as he flexes powerful thighs to drive his body backwards, and finally — finally cy has mercy on him.

he stills him with a touch and a soft shh. then he folds himself over sasuke's back, stroking his body — those magnificent tits, the curve of his belly, the plane of his flank. his hand roves to sasuke's right shoulder, and when he gets to the boy's elbow he straightens up and jerks sasuke's arm off the bed so any hope of supporting himself is dashed.

he hooks his elbow against sasuke's, pulling the boy up at an angle that will make him immediately, intimately aware of the pressure on his bladder, and lets his hand curl into the belt he'd tied against his opposite shoulder, effectively pinioning him as if he were a trapped bird. this forces both sasuke's shoulders back, making the prominence of his breasts and pregnancy a matter of display, not something easily hidden or ignored. ）

Legs together. （ is the instruction that follows — keeping his spine arched and pussy jutted backwards, he should be allowed the reward of being able to squeeze his thighs together for what little relief it offers. ） I own you, （ cy murmurs, a flex of pelvic muscles making his cock twitch where it's buried deeply inside sasuke. a kiss is pressed against his shoulder. ） Every part of you. The good things, the bad things, the ones that've hurt you. I own all of that, until you die. Say it.

（ say it, he says, as he holds sasuke fast and pulls back just enough to sink into him deep. ）

[The relief when Cy stills him is immense, but it also burns, a friction that has built in his belly until he's aware only of how fast his blood is beating when Cy seals their bodies back together. Those hands are gentle over the curves of this form, making him further aware of how he feels in this state, as a woman, as messy and delirious with desire as he's become from their efforts in genjutsu.

Then Cy pulls on his arm, yanking it behind him and forcing his back to curve, forced up from the comfort of a recline against the mattress. A pale whimper hitches behind his teeth, almost lost with how hard he's breathing. The belt over his left shoulder stabilizes the position, although this change applies such pressure to his lower belly that Sasuke can't help the high, wounded noise he makes — vividly aware of that fullness, pulsing dully between his legs, speared on Cy's cock and blind to see it. He doesn't know what he looks like, but he also shouldn't care; the view is for Cy alone. His submission is for Cy, a surrendering of control over even the most basic bodily functions to this maddened height of fantasy. It is emphasized all the more by Cy's words.]

Yes. Please, please... [He's so far gone he doesn't know what he means to beg for.] I'm yours. Own me.

[Obediently, legs squeeze in together — against the ache of his bladder, that need to release so savagely refused. It also makes him conscious of Cy's cock where it fills his pussy to the brim, unyielding, so hard and hot inside of him that Sasuke wants to sob, does a little in hitches of breath and softer gasps. He can't move, but he can feel the way his tits hang down, heavy and sore and bruised, and it would be humiliating if someone else saw him like this, but it isn't for them. It's for Cy.]

I'll... I'll belong to you, until I die. [This sense of finality appeals to him in that moment, as far gone as he is — a forever promised.] I swear. Please.

（ one hand falls to sasuke's hip, pulling him back against him with a ruthlessness that bruises skin, and cy nuzzles at his throat, at the shell of his ear — his voice is a low purr, at once a threat and a reassurance as he nips at him and then speaks — ）

Good girl. Your place is on my cock. You have no other reason for living, for breathing, than this. Your body is my vessel. You were empty before me, and now you will never want for fullness.

（ the stuttering forward jerk of his hips is its own violence, but the hand that settles on the low curve of sasuke's belly is, by contrast, achingly gentle. ）

I want to collar you, brand you, burn you, pierce you, lay claim to you in every way, so no one will ever look at you and think you unspoken for. I want my cock to be the first thing you crave in the mornings and the last thing you need before sleep. Not a day will go by without the taste of my come on your tongue. You'll bear my children until we've rebuilt your clan from the ground up, until we can rest easy knowing the Uchiha name will live forever, and I will worship your body at your feet if there's ever a moment of doubt I don't find you the single most beautiful thing in my world. You are going to wear pregnancy so well for me, my love.

[The words have a mollifying effect in contrast to the brutality of Cy's claim over his body. He can let himself go, adrift in the pleasure of that ownership, that complete surrender of autonomy — and he trusts Cy to keep him safe in it. He trusts Cy to carry him through even when it feels too hard, or difficult, or too impossible a demand. He'll do anything for Cy. That warm, familiarly well-loved voice stuffs his head like cotton and allows nothing else to take up room. He exists beneath this man's hands, totally whole, as he will never exist on his own again.

His own hips try to buck back, but with Cy's control over him there's little room to maneuver or build momentum, leaving him beholden to the pace Cy sets. When Cy drives into him, cock filling that tight space of his pussy made even tighter by clamped legs, Sasuke cries out loud. Every part of him is lit aflame.]

I'm yours... your good girl. I'll be yours forever. [No one but Cy will ever hear this, so that makes it easier to dig out such dark, obsessive words, voice raspy and slurred.] I'll have children for you forever. No one else. I'll die without your cock. I need it, every—ah—day, for the rest of my life. I'll be a slut if it's... for you. No one else.

[The heaviness of his pregnant belly and a swollen bladder between his legs is too much — pressure crushes against his lower abdomen, an erogenous reach of interior muscle that drives him to the height of another wave of orgasm, only this time it doesn't seem to stop, flooding at such an intensity his sobs break in his throat, senseless, messy. His whole body clenches over Cy's dick, unwilling to let go.]

（ and it's the clench of sasuke's body that, similarly, chases him off the edge of his own orgasm — he keeps one arm locked in against sasuke's elbow, not allowing him an inch of movement. but the other slips up over the heave of his belly to palm over one breast, scored with abuse, and squeeze until milk dribbles over his hand.

he ducks his head down against the boy's shoulder and bites down against him to muffle a pleasured groan as he comes. he feels his knees buckle from the intensity, tastes the copper of blood on his tongue, and — the world around them fractures. it unspools like filaments of daylight captured in stained glass as night's symphony swells, and since no other encounter with genjutsu has ended quite this way, the only thing he can think to do is hold onto sasuke as if to shelter him from the fallout of it.

he doesn't remember closing his eyes within the illusion, but he must have, as he has to open them once they're back in the suite. the collar is a heavy weight around his throat, and he feels briefly claustrophobic about the sensation he'd forgotten in the interlude, lifting one hand to touch it less to remove it and more to ground his awareness of its existence.

sasuke is still in his lap, and his cock is still buried deep within him. but the telltale physical sensation of orgasm is — present, and he comes down from it with a shiver, pushing his face in against sasuke's breasts to find a moment's shelter, knowing beyond instinct that sasuke will hold him. in a rather uncomposed gust of breath that is supremely uncharacteristic of his usual restraint — ）

Holy fuck.

（ he has not yet noticed the curious dilemma they now find themselves in: being the proud parents to multitudinous eggs. but hey, there's time. ）

[He's had enough experience with genjutsu to weather the transition back to reality well, even with the throbbing echo of an orgasm residual in his muscles, returning to the intimacy of their bodies still joined — Cy warm against him, below him, soft inside of him. In that changed position, he circles his right arm around Cy's shoulders and nuzzles at the top of his head.]

I love you.

[Then he shifts in Cy's lap, and in that movement happens to nudge his leg against... something coolly solid on the sheets.]

— um. Cy?

（ he presses a kiss between sasuke's breasts, a deep and intensely physical return of that sentiment, love sheltered in the space between them like a precious thing — but sasuke's next statement drags him immediately from the blissful haze of emotionality and warmth, intently alert to the note of bemused concern in the man's tone. he pulls back, steadying sasuke's hips against him, and...

blinks.

fucking 'um' indeed. ）

Uh.

（ what an articulate bunch, these two. he reaches one hand out to curve against the shell of an egg, expression utterly and almost alienly blank as he surveys the sheer number of them peppered around their joined repose. ）

I'm going to go out on a limb and say this isn't some ninja snake thing of yours, right?

[Suspicious eyes take in the eggs, like they've been tucked into a nest around them. There is a moment where he even questions himself, just a brief flicker of doubt — what if this is something he's done? But it fades in a snap.]

It's not my fault. I didn't summon anything.

[Gently, he tries to ease himself out of Cy's lap, if only because... he can't think with Cy inside of him, actively having sex or not.]

How many are there? [A quick, silent count.] Twenty-two. Are they alive?

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we're going to stumble out of this cr like we've just lost 100 years in faerie tbqh

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