（ the seat, the slide of sasuke's cock — in and of itself, it's not about to drive him breathlessly wild, frenzied into the drag of lust. it feels good, even when there's a stutter of the head of sasuke's dick against his prostate in a way that's a little bit like biting tinfoil — but the root of his enjoyment is not founded in physical pleasure but in the nearness, the expression of trust, the love. there is always a fucking cosmic intimacy to be found in the act of being inside someone, no matter what it's done with — fingers and tongues and toys serve just as well as a cock, after all — but what bridges it towards highstrung, hard-won pleasure is the fact that it's sasuke.
cy hooks his legs high on the iliac curves of sasuke's hips into his waist, and braces his right elbow against the futon, palming his right hand against sasuke's left shoulder. it gives him something to lean against, something to balance on, and whatever weight the boy gives over to him is cradled easily there. this illusory world is narrowed to the point of an awareness of flexing muscles and salt-sweat skin, the desperate wet sounds of every inward thrust and the taste of sasuke's tongue in those moments where they're aligned enough to steal kisses.
his left hand alternates: gentled touch in sasuke's hair, then gripping hard when sasuke bottoms out against him in a slap of skin. cy can't quite bite him like this, so instead he leaves other marks like calling cards, nails raked hard against the boy's back, over the furrow of old scars, the textured landscape of a body honed to war. the fact they're in an illusion means he's not terribly driven to discuss it — whatever pain sasuke feels will be what he wants to feel from it, and if that means the speckled, abraded drag of nails is more or less intense than the reality would be, well — they can sift that out of this experience afterwards.
another drive of sasuke's hips drives them just a little further up the futon. precome weeps at the head of his cock, pooling in a slick smear against the dip of his navel, but by no means does that stop him from a playful murmur: ）
You're doing great, sweetheart. Fuck — you feel so good.
[The feeling of legs around hips, Cy's body bent beneath him, the welts drawn by nails across his back — he wants to distill these sensations for as long as they can possibly last. He wants to rewrite the sad, sunken memory of this home with something good, sentimentalism built into the structure of an illusion for a place that no longer exists except here in this moment, and them within it. It isn't real, but they make it real, Cy's body feels more than real wrapped around his cock; skin radiates hot and fiery where nails scrape long red lines, magnified by his mind's interpretation. It's so good. His dick aches at the throb of pain, rhythm of thrusts faltering, frantic and messy more than anything practiced.
And the integrity of the illusion, though flawlessly woven, responds to this mental state — the golden light in the window, brilliantly colored, spills into a pool of milky moonlight with a sudden shift in perception. He thinks Cy looks just as beautiful laid out under the pale cut of the moon, sculpted in a perfect cast deeper than flesh suggests from the making of the mind beneath it. He wants to look at him with these eyes forever. He wants to see him under a hundred different lights on a thousand different days. The room doesn't change, but it feels like the world around it does, a narrowing down to this space away from everything else, all of his grief, all thought of dead clansmen and loss — just love.
His mouth falls onto whatever it can reach of Cy when they aren't kissing, and in the genjutsu he's able to leave a cluster of red bruises, sucked to the surface in a flowering bloom of worship and possessiveness. They won't be there when they leave the illusion, but it satisfies a part of him now.]
Cy, [is the ragged exhalation, eventually.] I'm close. I'm going to come — can I do it inside? [The drag of his dick is hard and deep, rarely pulling all the way free of that tight clench of muscle, arm around Cy's hips adjusting so his hand can cradle a palmful of Cy's ass. Panted breath fans the skin still wet from his mouth.] Then... I want your cock in my throat. I want it to choke me.
（ he doesn't miss the moonlight, nor that it seems to follow a mental shift in sasuke — but he thinks almost nothing of it, except as a metaphorical passage of time. he could spend the seasons like this, with nothing else but this boy for company, fucking him and being fucked.
the bruises choke a sound of surprise out of him, and as soon as he realizes the ache doesn't abate with his healing — ）
Ah, fuck, do that again — harder. Fucking mark me, sweetheart, make me yours — and if you try to come anywhere but inside me I'm gonna be fucking pissed.
（ his ankles lock behind sasuke's hips, the message clear: he's not allowed to pull out. ）
C'mon. Wanna try the other side of the breeding kink?
（ as much as he likes the filthy talk of saying he'll knock someone up, it doesn't really turn his crank to imagine it in the same way in reverse — but he thinks that he could be into just about anything if sasuke was, and so his expression is playful and fond as he reaches up to corral sasuke into a kiss. ）
[He obeys, because even in this state it's impossible not to — and when next his mouth descends, teeth make an appearance, digging into the slope of Cy's neck with the intent to draw blood that he can lick away with a soothing, repentant, possessive tongue. It may only be in their minds for this moment, but the sight of bright red bitemarks will last in his memory.
The sense of ankles hooking behind his back only further fuels this need, intensified by Cy's question when it comes. He lets out a breath; he can feel every inch of Cy's body around his cock, and his thrusts slow, luxuriating in a more leisurely roll of hips.]
You are mine. In here, I can do anything I want with you. [Not a threat for how warmly, how tenderly it's spoken — but also a fact. Cy has allowed himself to slip into genjutsu for his sake alone, and that burns through him hotter than any fire. A vow:] I have you completely and I'll never let you go.
You'll have my children. All it takes is coming inside, hm? [He puts his head down into the slope of Cy's throat, marked and claimed, inhaling that familiar scent he's learned to crave on his sheets, his clothes, his body.] And we'll stay here. And you'll always be mine.
[It isn't a fast, frantic chase to the finish — it is a thorough and methodical proclamation of love. The thrusts become deep, purposeful, a drive that would push Cy across the messily made futon if not for the arm around his hips, holding him still and making him take it. And then, when the pressure builds to that fraught height — Sasuke shudders through the peak, biting down again just below the ear, panting hot and heavy as he fills him up.]
（ it's the warmth in sasuke's voice that does it. the way the words seem scraped out of the pit of him, a spill of desperate unspoken sentiment. still not his kink, but the way sasuke says it scorches him just the same. the throb of pain is a curious thing, and he finds himself lifting one hand to touch at those marks in something like wonder. he's been hurt before. he's been taken apart piecemeal. he's been drowned and burnt and shot and he's suffocated in airless places, but there's a difference between injuries that he knows will heal, things he knows he will survive, and something patterned down against his skin so lovingly. it's a novelty, and the newness of it should be terrifying — instead, it's welcomed.
his only experience in realms like these is iantha, and yet despite that direct connotation the scope of sasuke's ability doesn't bother him at all. giving himself over to this boy is both pleasure and wonder.
sasuke fucks into him, and cy just — wraps his arms around him and cradles him close, one hand steady against his nape, fingers tucked into the fall of dark hair. when he comes, trembling, cy holds him through it. ）
Always is an awfully long time, Uchiha. Careful with that word.
（ but he does nuzzle at him contentedly — he hasn't gotten off, but he doesn't feel particularly driven to do so, not when it would mean disturbing the sanctified hush that's fallen over this imagined world, frozen in the memory of a boy who knew only grief where love once lived for so, so long. ）
I'd be happy to choke you on my cock, but can we do it in my room? Not because I don't want to be here anymore — but there's something I want to give you, and I think it'll probably make the whole dick choking thing more fun for you.
[Even with that warning, he wouldn't take it back. Always. It's meant as faithfully as he can mean it — he will bend the fabric of space and time to be with Cy if that's what it takes. He's already decided. This illusion is only evidence that he's right.
Once the pleasant headiness of orgasm has passed, Sasuke lifts his head, and — like that they are released from the clutch of genjutsu, returned to Cy's bed in the small room of a resort suite, reality remaking itself around them. Time has passed, as their Watches will tell them; the tomoe in Sasuke's right eye turns, then fades, red leaching back to dormant black.]
Something you want to give me. Is that why you were waiting for midnight? [They're faced together, naked and sheltered in the warmth of that proximity.] March 14th. I don't see why that date is special. Does it mean something to you?
（ he laughs, and then reaches for sasuke, pulling him astride his hips so that sasuke is above him. some of the ethereality of the illusion is still clinging to him, and for a moment cy imagines he's lit by moonlight here, aglow with the like hues of his skin.
he reaches up and brushes his fingers against the boy's cheek, and then — smiles. ）
So. In Japan, there's two versions of Valentine's Day, kinda. One is on February 14th, and the other one is on March 14th. On Valentine's Day, the custom is that girls give gifts to a boy they like, and on March 14th — White Day — the boys return the favour. Now, that's some stupid gendered bullshit and we don't fuck with that in this house for obvious reasons — but I figured since you cornered the market on V-Day, I might as well take the other one.
（ he reaches for the box that he'd put in sasuke's room and pulls it through the void. it materializes in his hands — simple black lacquer, polished and bright. it's very clearly something he put together by hand. ）
I know you're not really a chocolate guy, so. I hope this makes up for it.
（ the box, when sasuke opens it, contains a collar. it's nested elegantly among rich purple silk, and the buckle has a small d-ring for a lock, which sasuke will also find in the box. the key, however, is absent for now. ）
[Settling in that familiar perch across Cy's hips, he looks down, unsurprised yet disappointed to be met with the smooth, unmarked skin of Cy's throat — but at least its permanency is there in his mind, in his memory.]
I didn't know there was another holiday. [Excuse me, this isn't fair. The tables have been turned on him.] I haven't seen anyone celebrating it around the resort.
[Yet any thoughts on cultural differences of other worlds and countries are swept from his mind upon sight of the gift, a handmade box small enough to fit in Cy's hands. His throat closes around the rise of emotion, having received few enough in his life that this is a significant moment — magnified by the person who has decided he is worth enough for such a demonstration of care. His right hand reaches, prying the box open while Cy keeps it held stable.
Any attempt at composure cracks as soon as he lays eyes on the item itself. Vulnerable surprise shines through, and he simply looks at it for a moment, unable to swallow past the gravity of its meaning. A collar. The statement is clear: Ownership.]
Cy... [His voice is rough, feeling the burn that threatens to herald tears. A hard swallows keeps him from falling apart. The careful, delicate touch of fingers grazes across that band of leather and silk.] Will you put it on me?
（ his focus is attentive on sasuke's face, and when vulnerability cracks his expression open, cy captures his hand to kiss his fingers. ）
That's kinda the point.
（ but it's only teasing — of course he will. he lets the box rest against his stomach as he lifts the collar out, and directs sasuke to ensure his hair is out of the way. gently, it's set against the back of his neck, the soft material will feel cool and warm quickly to the skin — and then he buckles it at the front, checking to ensure it's not too tightly placed with a slip of his fingers between it and sasuke's throat. ）
Some people do a ceremony, but that's too flashy for me. It's just love.
（ he takes the lock out of the box as well, and hangs it on the little ring that will mean it can't be removed. he doesn't click it shut just yet. ）
I've got the key. Planning on wearing it on a necklace. Lock it for me?
[It's just love. There is, then, a wet shine of moisture in eyes — but tears don't fall. And soon his focus is less on the swell of that emotion, its intensity angled under the spotlight of Cy's words, and more on the act of wearing the collar. It slides cool around his throat, snug but not strangling, not at all uncomfortable. He likes that he can feel it when he swallows. He likes that he is wearing it utterly naked, an ornament upon a body no one has ever touched as thoroughly as Cy has.
Eyes fall to the lock, dangling in a flash of silver from the hook, and there is no hesitation in the lift of a hand that snaps it shut.
Then he leans down, crushing a kiss against Cy's mouth that is edged with desperate need he is no longer shy to reveal.]
（ he hooks his finger in the ring, and holds sasuke in place as he kisses back, letting him go only once the boy's mouth is kissed red and swollen. ）
See why I said we should wait before I choke you on my dick?
（ a bit of a cheeky little grin, pleased and adoring. ）
You'll feel it more like this. Every time you try to swallow around me, you'll be reminded that I own you. So — first official act as my claimed submissive — how would you feel about sitting on a dildo for me like this while I face-fuck you breathless?
[Breathlessly spoken after Cy has savaged his mouth with a tongue, the gleam of eyes has changed, dilated now with the compulsion of a lust he does not try to conceal. A claimed submissive. It would have been impossible to predict this future, himself seated in the lap of another man to whom he would swear over his life, his body, everything he is — but nothing has felt more right. His head tilts, exposing the column of his throat and the collar that encircles it in that claiming bond of leather and silk, locked tight.]
（ his hand lifts, and skirts the edge of the collar, tips of his fingers tucked in against it so it's equally as much a caress against sasuke's throat. ）
You look beautiful for me like this.
（ naked save the collar. yeah, that's fucking something all right. ）
Now, there's a box under my bed — you see the fucking influence you're having on me? Bitch, I'm organized now? — with some dildos in it. Never used, before you get all territorial and jealous on me, I bought them for you, we just spend too much time going ass to dick to really get into them much. There's a few different sizes. I want you to pick a size that'll challenge you and I want you to fuck yourself with it until it's all the way in while I watch. No hiding — I want to see you do it, but you don't need to put on a show. You can be as slow or rough as you want — I trust you with yourself, okay?
（ it seems like a simple statement, but it's — sweeping, like broad brushstrokes laid down in the foundation of what they are to one another. ）
Just make sure it's something you can sit on without too much discomfort. Then we'll put you on the edge of the bed. I wanna put nipple clamps on you too, connect them to the collar, maybe add some weights so there's a bit of a tug there for you. Then I'm going to fuck your face — I'm going to really push you for this, there'll be some restriction to your oxygen, so be ready. You need to stay calm — you know I won't do more than you can take, and that I'll stop if you need me to. You know the drill.
（ safewords, bells — any of their little checks and balances with each other. ）
Ask me if you want to come at any point. But I want you crying and begging for it first, okay? But it's okay if you fuck up on that one — this is a lot, and some of it will be new to you, so if you lose control I won't be upset. That's hot for me too.
（ a soft little slap against sasuke's thighs. ）
Maybe afterwards we can talk flogging. Back, not ass. Your ass has taken plenty of abuse today, needs a break.
[There's a flash of a smile, there and gone again at the mention of organization, refocused while Cy continues. Darkening, an intensity to the look that belies interest — a box of toys purchased just for him. It calls to mind their second experience together, when Cy had walked him through the use of a dildo and they'd first begun navigating boundaries, preferences, that electric chemistry tethered inexplicably between them in a weave of attraction and emotional vulnerability and trust. He nods his head, to show that he understands.
Cy walks him through the scenario in such a way that arousal is quick to build, a matchstick to dry grass, as much transfixed by the obscenity of Cy's language and the clever mind that invents these ideas as the plan itself. Excitement is hot in his blood, evidenced by the fact that he's soon hard in Cy's lap and does not try to hide it.
Another curt nod, and at the slap of a thigh he slides back and off the bed to fetch the indicated box. One of the dildos is selected — larger than the first Cy had gifted to him two months ago, closer to the girth of Cy's own dick and chosen for this fact alone.]
I can see you have no intention of letting me sleep tonight. [It's spoken wryly, amused rather than in any way bothered.] Your neighbors are going to begin to resent me, if they don't already.
[Cy wants him crying and begging for it — and where once that would have felt difficult to do, blockaded by his own mental barriers, he does not worry now. He has a safeword. He has the bell. And he loves Cy. Climbing back onto the bed, he looks around for lubricant.]
Flogging... I'm interested in that. How different is it from other forms of impact play such as spanking?
（ that statement gets a laugh. it's always delightful to him, personally, when sasuke makes some sort of playful reference to sex. ）
Ah, fuck the neighbors. They're just jealous they don't have a gorgeous man like you to make sweet, sweet love to until the small hours of the morning.
（ the lube is fished out of the nightstand, and cy holds it for him so sasuke can use the bottle one-handed. ）
It can be pretty different. The main thing is that the ass can take a lot of punishment with relatively little long-term risk — but doing impact play in other places on the body can cause actual damage if you don't know what you're doing or you aren't careful. You know how when I spank you, and it starts like a sting and then sinks in? Whipping can be either 'stingy' — if the material is longer and thinner — or 'thuddy', if the tails are wider and shorter. A whip can have one 'tail' — those hurt like a bitch, and you have to be careful about the length because you can get 'wraparound' snaps, where it curls against the side. （ a brush of his hand against that spot on sasuke that would be in danger. ） and floggers have multiple 'tails' or 'falls'. Stingy floggers will usually leave more visible marks but a less lingering sensation, and thuddy ones are a bit less likely to leave marks but will ache down into the muscle. Here, lean forward — （ and when sasuke does, cy reaches behind him and strokes at the strong muscles of his back just below the shoulder blades, stopping just above the kidneys. ） this is the spot you want to hit. You've got more muscle than most, which acts as a protective layer, so you can probably take more than a lot of people. Still — I don't wanna go hard on you for this one, just an introduction. You can decide if you want to do more later. Wear you out a l'il and then cuddle you asleep.
[He does not think he'll ever be used to the affection Cy doles out to him, and the sentiment is still new in its open expression, still gently tentative — so it is no wonder his face flushes to hear Cy speak of 'sweet, sweet love'.
At least he can focus on the task ahead, liberally collecting lubricant before he reclines near the head of the bed. He waits until Cy has finished speaking before he attempts to begin with himself, paying care to the places indicated by those instructive touches.]
It reminds me of learning the use for different weapons and combat techniques. Some to target certain parts of the body; some to cause certain wounds. [Though it is clear for many reasons why he's found himself drawn to this side of sex, the language of intimacy within the practice of BDSM — Cy's influence chief among them — this only lays further proof.] Let's try it.
[No fear, just expectancy and anticipation. He reaches between his legs, one knee drawn up in order to slip fingertips across his own hole, and with a hitch of breath he drives in two at once.]
（ the comparison makes him laugh. he doesn't know — perhaps it's better to say he doesn't remember — if it's one he's ever drawn before himself, but it makes sense. ）
Kinda. I mean, when it comes to painplay, a lot of it is about repurposing tools or acts that were intended or used for punishment.
（ he shifts himself until he can sit and watch attentively as sasuke works himself open, and although he doesn't try to stop sasuke or help, he does reach out and just stroke the inside of his knee. it's an unspoken assertion that he's present and participating even if not directly in the act, then by watching him. ）
Honestly, I kinda think that humans have just always had a lot more intersection between pain and pleasure than a lot of them want to admit.
[Sasuke is perfunctory in the act of that preparation — he is not brusque and ungentle with himself, given Cy's past coaching on the subject of self-pleasure, but there remains an element of indifference to the way he touches his own body, like it is an extension of a tool more than something to be sheltered and treasured.
And more than that, he is not accustomed to putting on any sort of show. The most he manages is draping his legs over Cy's lap, only to keep him close, not to look good, or seduce.]
It isn't unbelievable. Both are physical sensations rooted in the body. Both are intense.
[There's a hitch of breath as his own fingers stretch inside of his hole — managed easily, tempered with discipline, adjusting to it rather than enjoying it.]
（ he told sasuke he'd trust him with this, and he does. but it hurts to see him treat himself this way, and after a moment he reaches out. his fingers fall against sasuke's wrist, a soft entreaty. ）
Hey. You aren't doing anything wrong, but can I ask something of you?
I know I said you didn't need to put on a show, but — I think I need to reframe that for both of us. I know it's hard for you to find pleasure in your own touch.
（ he ducks his head down, and kisses sasuke's knee. ）
Can you try for me? I want this to be something you enjoy, not just something you treat as an obstacle between now and the next act. Just try.
[Frustration rises, more self-directed than anything that Cy is asking from him. Fingers slip loose from his body with a wet sound; he reaches out, silently requesting aid with the lube, and once Cy has assisted he reaches back between his legs. His voice is quiet, confessional.]
I've tried since we last spoke about it. When I'm alone, I can't seem to keep my thoughts at bay. And it feels — wrong to enjoy what I'm doing to myself. As if I should be guilty for it.
[Cy already knows this, or at least has a good idea of it on his own with all that Sasuke has said about the wrongs he's committed, but putting it to words does help. He leans back again and allows legs to splay further apart, yet hesitates before returning to the act.]
It's a little easier when I imagine that it's you who is with me. [Finally his fingers slip down, grazing across his hole, having to lift hips partly off the bed to reach.] You were, the first time I ever touched myself here.
（ he does, and he's explained why. he doesn't need to justify it now — he just leans between sasuke's legs, and kisses him very gently. ）
You've made incredible progress, and you are really not doing anything wrong. Trauma is the thief of joy — and sometimes what it steals is the joy in your own self. （ honestly, it's touching enough that he's kept trying. cy nuzzles at his cheek, presses his mouth to sasuke's throat over the collar. ） For now, let's try this.
（ one hand braces himself on the frame of the bed, and the other reaches between them and curls atop sasuke's hand. not trying to entirely take over for him, just — guiding him. as sasuke's fingers dip against his hole, cy is the one that gently pushes them inside and works at the back of his hand, his wrist in the thrust. almost like he's using sasuke's hand as the stand-in for a dildo, fucking into him slow. ）
You were so gentle with me, t'che verai. Tell me why you don't think you deserve that, too.
（ he knows why. but he wants sasuke to articulate it so they can face it, and tear it down. ）
[The graze of Cy's cheek, punctuated by the press of a mouth, only serve to remind him of the snug band of leather and silk around his throat. He finds it — calming, almost anesthetic to any tension that rises in response to what is asked of him. It's difficult to speak on the subject; he knows it will only help, despite that.]
I've hurt people. Killed them. [The Chiskikani endearment delivers him to vulnerability, even as his eyes slip closed and he focuses on the sensation of Cy's warm hand cupped atop his own knuckles.] I knew what I was doing when I did it.
[Even amid the grief and rage, wielded like a knife turned on himself, he still committed those cruel acts. Yet that isn't all of it — he simply stops breathing for a minute, focused on the stretch of knuckles that pry his body open, feeling the ache of soreness in the muscle of his ass from earlier's foray momentarily forgotten in genjutsu. His head turns, seeking Cy's mouth in a slack, shivery slide of lips and tongue. Guided into a steady drag of fingers inside his hole, Sasuke loses the thread of thought for a moment and can't reclaim it until after. And then he says —]
... For a long time, I've carried this — guilt. That I was the only one left alive. I've hated myself for it.
（ it's a sentiment he understands too well, and there's an ache in him for the fact it's something they share — when sasuke's eyes slip closed he kisses the lids in a soft shiver of movement, and then just leans their foreheads together. breath mingles, and it feels like swallowing the words uttered into the air. his hand on sasuke's stays whisper-soft, guiding him to a rhythm that's more sanctified than sexual, a coax of his hand inward and deep. ）
It's called 'survivor's guilt'. It's one of the possible symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder. There's no clear reason why it affects some people and not others — but personally, I think that in a lot of cases it comes from an incredible sense of compassion and empathy. We're handling knives, okay? Stay with me.
（ another kiss is left against sasuke's cheek. there's a shift, an adjustment of his weight, letting some of it rest against sasuke's side so he can free up his hand to curl around his cock, mimical of those interior thrusts. he drapes a leg against sasuke's, the intimacy easy and close. ）
You lost everything. You had no support. You raised yourself alone. There was nothing to anchor you to kindness, but you kept it anyway. Surviving was not a sin. Sweetheart, you were a child. You've carried this pain far longer than you knew peace. When have you suffered enough? When have you given enough to the ghosts? You can't change the past. I'm sorry you've suffered, I'm sorry you've killed people, and hurt those you cared for, and been cruel — but it wasn't because you're a bad person, it was because no one in your life knew how to help the howling pain in you, and anger and cruelty became protective measures against a furtherance of loss and grief. You and I both know that if you met someone whose life echoed yours, you would be kind to them. So why not you?
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cy hooks his legs high on the iliac curves of sasuke's hips into his waist, and braces his right elbow against the futon, palming his right hand against sasuke's left shoulder. it gives him something to lean against, something to balance on, and whatever weight the boy gives over to him is cradled easily there. this illusory world is narrowed to the point of an awareness of flexing muscles and salt-sweat skin, the desperate wet sounds of every inward thrust and the taste of sasuke's tongue in those moments where they're aligned enough to steal kisses.
his left hand alternates: gentled touch in sasuke's hair, then gripping hard when sasuke bottoms out against him in a slap of skin. cy can't quite bite him like this, so instead he leaves other marks like calling cards, nails raked hard against the boy's back, over the furrow of old scars, the textured landscape of a body honed to war. the fact they're in an illusion means he's not terribly driven to discuss it — whatever pain sasuke feels will be what he wants to feel from it, and if that means the speckled, abraded drag of nails is more or less intense than the reality would be, well — they can sift that out of this experience afterwards.
another drive of sasuke's hips drives them just a little further up the futon. precome weeps at the head of his cock, pooling in a slick smear against the dip of his navel, but by no means does that stop him from a playful murmur: ）
You're doing great, sweetheart. Fuck — you feel so good.
[crazy intensifies]
And the integrity of the illusion, though flawlessly woven, responds to this mental state — the golden light in the window, brilliantly colored, spills into a pool of milky moonlight with a sudden shift in perception. He thinks Cy looks just as beautiful laid out under the pale cut of the moon, sculpted in a perfect cast deeper than flesh suggests from the making of the mind beneath it. He wants to look at him with these eyes forever. He wants to see him under a hundred different lights on a thousand different days. The room doesn't change, but it feels like the world around it does, a narrowing down to this space away from everything else, all of his grief, all thought of dead clansmen and loss — just love.
His mouth falls onto whatever it can reach of Cy when they aren't kissing, and in the genjutsu he's able to leave a cluster of red bruises, sucked to the surface in a flowering bloom of worship and possessiveness. They won't be there when they leave the illusion, but it satisfies a part of him now.]
Cy, [is the ragged exhalation, eventually.] I'm close. I'm going to come — can I do it inside? [The drag of his dick is hard and deep, rarely pulling all the way free of that tight clench of muscle, arm around Cy's hips adjusting so his hand can cradle a palmful of Cy's ass. Panted breath fans the skin still wet from his mouth.] Then... I want your cock in my throat. I want it to choke me.
it's okay they're both weird tbh
the bruises choke a sound of surprise out of him, and as soon as he realizes the ache doesn't abate with his healing — ）
Ah, fuck, do that again — harder. Fucking mark me, sweetheart, make me yours — and if you try to come anywhere but inside me I'm gonna be fucking pissed.
（ his ankles lock behind sasuke's hips, the message clear: he's not allowed to pull out. ）
C'mon. Wanna try the other side of the breeding kink?
（ as much as he likes the filthy talk of saying he'll knock someone up, it doesn't really turn his crank to imagine it in the same way in reverse — but he thinks that he could be into just about anything if sasuke was, and so his expression is playful and fond as he reaches up to corral sasuke into a kiss. ）
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The sense of ankles hooking behind his back only further fuels this need, intensified by Cy's question when it comes. He lets out a breath; he can feel every inch of Cy's body around his cock, and his thrusts slow, luxuriating in a more leisurely roll of hips.]
You are mine. In here, I can do anything I want with you. [Not a threat for how warmly, how tenderly it's spoken — but also a fact. Cy has allowed himself to slip into genjutsu for his sake alone, and that burns through him hotter than any fire. A vow:] I have you completely and I'll never let you go.
You'll have my children. All it takes is coming inside, hm? [He puts his head down into the slope of Cy's throat, marked and claimed, inhaling that familiar scent he's learned to crave on his sheets, his clothes, his body.] And we'll stay here. And you'll always be mine.
[It isn't a fast, frantic chase to the finish — it is a thorough and methodical proclamation of love. The thrusts become deep, purposeful, a drive that would push Cy across the messily made futon if not for the arm around his hips, holding him still and making him take it. And then, when the pressure builds to that fraught height — Sasuke shudders through the peak, biting down again just below the ear, panting hot and heavy as he fills him up.]
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his only experience in realms like these is iantha, and yet despite that direct connotation the scope of sasuke's ability doesn't bother him at all. giving himself over to this boy is both pleasure and wonder.
sasuke fucks into him, and cy just — wraps his arms around him and cradles him close, one hand steady against his nape, fingers tucked into the fall of dark hair. when he comes, trembling, cy holds him through it. ）
Always is an awfully long time, Uchiha. Careful with that word.
（ but he does nuzzle at him contentedly — he hasn't gotten off, but he doesn't feel particularly driven to do so, not when it would mean disturbing the sanctified hush that's fallen over this imagined world, frozen in the memory of a boy who knew only grief where love once lived for so, so long. ）
I'd be happy to choke you on my cock, but can we do it in my room? Not because I don't want to be here anymore — but there's something I want to give you, and I think it'll probably make the whole dick choking thing more fun for you.
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Once the pleasant headiness of orgasm has passed, Sasuke lifts his head, and — like that they are released from the clutch of genjutsu, returned to Cy's bed in the small room of a resort suite, reality remaking itself around them. Time has passed, as their Watches will tell them; the tomoe in Sasuke's right eye turns, then fades, red leaching back to dormant black.]
Something you want to give me. Is that why you were waiting for midnight? [They're faced together, naked and sheltered in the warmth of that proximity.] March 14th. I don't see why that date is special. Does it mean something to you?
[Fine, dick sucking is tabled... for now.]
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he reaches up and brushes his fingers against the boy's cheek, and then — smiles. ）
So. In Japan, there's two versions of Valentine's Day, kinda. One is on February 14th, and the other one is on March 14th. On Valentine's Day, the custom is that girls give gifts to a boy they like, and on March 14th — White Day — the boys return the favour. Now, that's some stupid gendered bullshit and we don't fuck with that in this house for obvious reasons — but I figured since you cornered the market on V-Day, I might as well take the other one.
（ he reaches for the box that he'd put in sasuke's room and pulls it through the void. it materializes in his hands — simple black lacquer, polished and bright. it's very clearly something he put together by hand. ）
I know you're not really a chocolate guy, so. I hope this makes up for it.
（ the box, when sasuke opens it, contains a collar. it's nested elegantly among rich purple silk, and the buckle has a small d-ring for a lock, which sasuke will also find in the box. the key, however, is absent for now. ）
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I didn't know there was another holiday. [Excuse me, this isn't fair. The tables have been turned on him.] I haven't seen anyone celebrating it around the resort.
[Yet any thoughts on cultural differences of other worlds and countries are swept from his mind upon sight of the gift, a handmade box small enough to fit in Cy's hands. His throat closes around the rise of emotion, having received few enough in his life that this is a significant moment — magnified by the person who has decided he is worth enough for such a demonstration of care. His right hand reaches, prying the box open while Cy keeps it held stable.
Any attempt at composure cracks as soon as he lays eyes on the item itself. Vulnerable surprise shines through, and he simply looks at it for a moment, unable to swallow past the gravity of its meaning. A collar. The statement is clear: Ownership.]
Cy... [His voice is rough, feeling the burn that threatens to herald tears. A hard swallows keeps him from falling apart. The careful, delicate touch of fingers grazes across that band of leather and silk.] Will you put it on me?
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That's kinda the point.
（ but it's only teasing — of course he will. he lets the box rest against his stomach as he lifts the collar out, and directs sasuke to ensure his hair is out of the way. gently, it's set against the back of his neck, the soft material will feel cool and warm quickly to the skin — and then he buckles it at the front, checking to ensure it's not too tightly placed with a slip of his fingers between it and sasuke's throat. ）
Some people do a ceremony, but that's too flashy for me. It's just love.
（ he takes the lock out of the box as well, and hangs it on the little ring that will mean it can't be removed. he doesn't click it shut just yet. ）
I've got the key. Planning on wearing it on a necklace. Lock it for me?
（ always, always — a choice. ）
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Eyes fall to the lock, dangling in a flash of silver from the hook, and there is no hesitation in the lift of a hand that snaps it shut.
Then he leans down, crushing a kiss against Cy's mouth that is edged with desperate need he is no longer shy to reveal.]
I'm yours, then.
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See why I said we should wait before I choke you on my dick?
（ a bit of a cheeky little grin, pleased and adoring. ）
You'll feel it more like this. Every time you try to swallow around me, you'll be reminded that I own you. So — first official act as my claimed submissive — how would you feel about sitting on a dildo for me like this while I face-fuck you breathless?
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[Breathlessly spoken after Cy has savaged his mouth with a tongue, the gleam of eyes has changed, dilated now with the compulsion of a lust he does not try to conceal. A claimed submissive. It would have been impossible to predict this future, himself seated in the lap of another man to whom he would swear over his life, his body, everything he is — but nothing has felt more right. His head tilts, exposing the column of his throat and the collar that encircles it in that claiming bond of leather and silk, locked tight.]
I want it, sir.
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You look beautiful for me like this.
（ naked save the collar. yeah, that's fucking something all right. ）
Now, there's a box under my bed — you see the fucking influence you're having on me? Bitch, I'm organized now? — with some dildos in it. Never used, before you get all territorial and jealous on me, I bought them for you, we just spend too much time going ass to dick to really get into them much. There's a few different sizes. I want you to pick a size that'll challenge you and I want you to fuck yourself with it until it's all the way in while I watch. No hiding — I want to see you do it, but you don't need to put on a show. You can be as slow or rough as you want — I trust you with yourself, okay?
（ it seems like a simple statement, but it's — sweeping, like broad brushstrokes laid down in the foundation of what they are to one another. ）
Just make sure it's something you can sit on without too much discomfort. Then we'll put you on the edge of the bed. I wanna put nipple clamps on you too, connect them to the collar, maybe add some weights so there's a bit of a tug there for you. Then I'm going to fuck your face — I'm going to really push you for this, there'll be some restriction to your oxygen, so be ready. You need to stay calm — you know I won't do more than you can take, and that I'll stop if you need me to. You know the drill.
（ safewords, bells — any of their little checks and balances with each other. ）
Ask me if you want to come at any point. But I want you crying and begging for it first, okay? But it's okay if you fuck up on that one — this is a lot, and some of it will be new to you, so if you lose control I won't be upset. That's hot for me too.
（ a soft little slap against sasuke's thighs. ）
Maybe afterwards we can talk flogging. Back, not ass. Your ass has taken plenty of abuse today, needs a break.
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Cy walks him through the scenario in such a way that arousal is quick to build, a matchstick to dry grass, as much transfixed by the obscenity of Cy's language and the clever mind that invents these ideas as the plan itself. Excitement is hot in his blood, evidenced by the fact that he's soon hard in Cy's lap and does not try to hide it.
Another curt nod, and at the slap of a thigh he slides back and off the bed to fetch the indicated box. One of the dildos is selected — larger than the first Cy had gifted to him two months ago, closer to the girth of Cy's own dick and chosen for this fact alone.]
I can see you have no intention of letting me sleep tonight. [It's spoken wryly, amused rather than in any way bothered.] Your neighbors are going to begin to resent me, if they don't already.
[Cy wants him crying and begging for it — and where once that would have felt difficult to do, blockaded by his own mental barriers, he does not worry now. He has a safeword. He has the bell. And he loves Cy. Climbing back onto the bed, he looks around for lubricant.]
Flogging... I'm interested in that. How different is it from other forms of impact play such as spanking?
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Ah, fuck the neighbors. They're just jealous they don't have a gorgeous man like you to make sweet, sweet love to until the small hours of the morning.
（ the lube is fished out of the nightstand, and cy holds it for him so sasuke can use the bottle one-handed. ）
It can be pretty different. The main thing is that the ass can take a lot of punishment with relatively little long-term risk — but doing impact play in other places on the body can cause actual damage if you don't know what you're doing or you aren't careful. You know how when I spank you, and it starts like a sting and then sinks in? Whipping can be either 'stingy' — if the material is longer and thinner — or 'thuddy', if the tails are wider and shorter. A whip can have one 'tail' — those hurt like a bitch, and you have to be careful about the length because you can get 'wraparound' snaps, where it curls against the side. （ a brush of his hand against that spot on sasuke that would be in danger. ） and floggers have multiple 'tails' or 'falls'. Stingy floggers will usually leave more visible marks but a less lingering sensation, and thuddy ones are a bit less likely to leave marks but will ache down into the muscle. Here, lean forward — （ and when sasuke does, cy reaches behind him and strokes at the strong muscles of his back just below the shoulder blades, stopping just above the kidneys. ） this is the spot you want to hit. You've got more muscle than most, which acts as a protective layer, so you can probably take more than a lot of people. Still — I don't wanna go hard on you for this one, just an introduction. You can decide if you want to do more later. Wear you out a l'il and then cuddle you asleep.
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At least he can focus on the task ahead, liberally collecting lubricant before he reclines near the head of the bed. He waits until Cy has finished speaking before he attempts to begin with himself, paying care to the places indicated by those instructive touches.]
It reminds me of learning the use for different weapons and combat techniques. Some to target certain parts of the body; some to cause certain wounds. [Though it is clear for many reasons why he's found himself drawn to this side of sex, the language of intimacy within the practice of BDSM — Cy's influence chief among them — this only lays further proof.] Let's try it.
[No fear, just expectancy and anticipation. He reaches between his legs, one knee drawn up in order to slip fingertips across his own hole, and with a hitch of breath he drives in two at once.]
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Kinda. I mean, when it comes to painplay, a lot of it is about repurposing tools or acts that were intended or used for punishment.
（ he shifts himself until he can sit and watch attentively as sasuke works himself open, and although he doesn't try to stop sasuke or help, he does reach out and just stroke the inside of his knee. it's an unspoken assertion that he's present and participating even if not directly in the act, then by watching him. ）
Honestly, I kinda think that humans have just always had a lot more intersection between pain and pleasure than a lot of them want to admit.
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And more than that, he is not accustomed to putting on any sort of show. The most he manages is draping his legs over Cy's lap, only to keep him close, not to look good, or seduce.]
It isn't unbelievable. Both are physical sensations rooted in the body. Both are intense.
[There's a hitch of breath as his own fingers stretch inside of his hole — managed easily, tempered with discipline, adjusting to it rather than enjoying it.]
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Hey. You aren't doing anything wrong, but can I ask something of you?
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What is it?
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（ he ducks his head down, and kisses sasuke's knee. ）
Can you try for me? I want this to be something you enjoy, not just something you treat as an obstacle between now and the next act. Just try.
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I've tried since we last spoke about it. When I'm alone, I can't seem to keep my thoughts at bay. And it feels — wrong to enjoy what I'm doing to myself. As if I should be guilty for it.
[Cy already knows this, or at least has a good idea of it on his own with all that Sasuke has said about the wrongs he's committed, but putting it to words does help. He leans back again and allows legs to splay further apart, yet hesitates before returning to the act.]
It's a little easier when I imagine that it's you who is with me. [Finally his fingers slip down, grazing across his hole, having to lift hips partly off the bed to reach.] You were, the first time I ever touched myself here.
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（ he does, and he's explained why. he doesn't need to justify it now — he just leans between sasuke's legs, and kisses him very gently. ）
You've made incredible progress, and you are really not doing anything wrong. Trauma is the thief of joy — and sometimes what it steals is the joy in your own self. （ honestly, it's touching enough that he's kept trying. cy nuzzles at his cheek, presses his mouth to sasuke's throat over the collar. ） For now, let's try this.
（ one hand braces himself on the frame of the bed, and the other reaches between them and curls atop sasuke's hand. not trying to entirely take over for him, just — guiding him. as sasuke's fingers dip against his hole, cy is the one that gently pushes them inside and works at the back of his hand, his wrist in the thrust. almost like he's using sasuke's hand as the stand-in for a dildo, fucking into him slow. ）
You were so gentle with me, t'che verai. Tell me why you don't think you deserve that, too.
（ he knows why. but he wants sasuke to articulate it so they can face it, and tear it down. ）
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I've hurt people. Killed them. [The Chiskikani endearment delivers him to vulnerability, even as his eyes slip closed and he focuses on the sensation of Cy's warm hand cupped atop his own knuckles.] I knew what I was doing when I did it.
[Even amid the grief and rage, wielded like a knife turned on himself, he still committed those cruel acts. Yet that isn't all of it — he simply stops breathing for a minute, focused on the stretch of knuckles that pry his body open, feeling the ache of soreness in the muscle of his ass from earlier's foray momentarily forgotten in genjutsu. His head turns, seeking Cy's mouth in a slack, shivery slide of lips and tongue. Guided into a steady drag of fingers inside his hole, Sasuke loses the thread of thought for a moment and can't reclaim it until after. And then he says —]
... For a long time, I've carried this — guilt. That I was the only one left alive. I've hated myself for it.
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It's called 'survivor's guilt'. It's one of the possible symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder. There's no clear reason why it affects some people and not others — but personally, I think that in a lot of cases it comes from an incredible sense of compassion and empathy. We're handling knives, okay? Stay with me.
（ another kiss is left against sasuke's cheek. there's a shift, an adjustment of his weight, letting some of it rest against sasuke's side so he can free up his hand to curl around his cock, mimical of those interior thrusts. he drapes a leg against sasuke's, the intimacy easy and close. ）
You lost everything. You had no support. You raised yourself alone. There was nothing to anchor you to kindness, but you kept it anyway. Surviving was not a sin. Sweetheart, you were a child. You've carried this pain far longer than you knew peace. When have you suffered enough? When have you given enough to the ghosts? You can't change the past. I'm sorry you've suffered, I'm sorry you've killed people, and hurt those you cared for, and been cruel — but it wasn't because you're a bad person, it was because no one in your life knew how to help the howling pain in you, and anger and cruelty became protective measures against a furtherance of loss and grief. You and I both know that if you met someone whose life echoed yours, you would be kind to them. So why not you?
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(fade to marathon sex + collars + probably sasuke crying again)