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[By now he's accustomed to Cy's absurd use of humor, so he feels nothing more than an urge to slap his hand over the man's mouth at those highly stupid words — but the lave of a tongue across one sore, leaking nipple is enough to hijack his immediate attention. His cunt clenches over that thickening length, and he rolls his hips just to feel the slick union of their bodies, Cy's cock buried deep.]

Mm. Would you have me knocked up properly by the end of the week?

[Given current circumstances, yes, this is a fixation. The shudder that Cy's teeth on his nipple inspires is visceral.]

As my birthday present, you can make me a machine like that. And I'll endure everything you do to me.

Oh, sweetheart, you know you don't have to ask for me to do my level best to fuck a child into you.

（ it wouldn't take much to get him off again — the enormity of the suit's effects on him like a veil over all his senses. everything's a mess of bodily fluids and cy, who is normally fastidious about clean-up, finds he doesn't give a damn. instead, he presses a kiss between his breasts. ）

The machine'll have to be an IOU. I don't think I'm going to want to stop fucking you long enough today to put my engineering hat on. As much as I want to torture you out of your mind with pleasure.

（ one hand slips upwards, briefly closes over the column of his throat, squeezes just barely and then turns into a caress that brushes his hair back from his face. ）

Unless you want to do a trial run in genjutsu?

（ it's said speculatively, considering the avenues in play. ）

We could go a little harder there, too — I could be rougher if you wanted it.

[If asked how he would like to spend today, he cannot think of a better answer than this — a tangle of limbs with Cy in bed, hours at their disposal in pursuit of each other's pleasure. He leans, chasing Cy's mouth for a kiss and tasting the warm, milky flavor of himself.

That question earns a considering tilt of his head.]

We could, but I'll have to borrow some of that information from your mind. I don't know what a machine like that is supposed to look like.

[Well, it wouldn't be the first time Sasuke's genjutsu has interwoven itself with Cy's creativity, so engineering wouldn't be much of a reach. By their powers combined...]

It could be — a first draft. So you know what you want to construct in reality. [The suggestion of roughness, with Cy's hand grazing his throat, makes him shift in his seat on Cy's lap.] ... How do you want me to appear? Physically, I mean.

（ the question softens his expression, and cy leans into a kiss, turning it into a settled press of their foreheads. ）

Hey, it's your birthday. However you want to look is going to grab me by the throat, just because it's you.

（ the tits are a novelty, and there's no denying he enjoys sasuke's female form, but he'd never want him to feel like he's formed a preference one way or another. he just wants — him. whatever that looks like. ）

I want you to be comfortable above everything else.

I'll be comfortable with you.

[Silly man. This, at least, Sasuke can be certain of now — there's little Cy could do to make him feel insecure, even when they are exploring new experiences together like this. What issues arise are worked through together.]

We could continue the previous scene we were doing. Would you be interested in something like that?

[He does remember the mental preparation required for Cy, so he wants to be sensitive of that. But it did have a throughline to the breeding element.]

（ activate pupil dilation... ）

The POW scene?

（ just to clarify. ）

Yes. Last time, though... you needed to take a break. So we don't have to do it now if it would be too much.

[Just as Cy looks out for his comfort, Sasuke wants to do the same.]

（ he falls silent for a moment, considering it. admittedly, the haze of desire shrouding his thoughts makes higher critical thinking next to impossible, but — he's had a chance to put some distance between them and the scene, and if sasuke's asking after it that means the interest is there, writ plain.

cy strokes one hand along the boy's thigh, up to his hip, and then hefts him up just a little to settle him back down on his cock. the place they're joined is almost obscenely wet, slick skin and the smell of sex a heady perfume in the air. could he step out of this moment, and into the narrative they'd built — tailor-made — to each other's needs?

there's only ever one answer.

that hand lifts, cups sasuke's cheek. little changes to his facial appearance when he shifts sexes — at most there's a slight softening, but the androgyny has its own appeal. cy's not entirely sure he'd be as attracted to both forms if there were notable differences that ran beyond just the physical presentation of genitalia. ）

No, it's not too much. But thank you, for thinking of me. For safeguarding me.

（ his thumb rubs against sasuke's bottom lip, and then: ）

But I think I'd like how the story ends better if the warlord falls in love with his slave girl. （ he tugs sasuke down to him and steals a lingering kiss. ） Maybe he can make her his queen.

[He loses some concentration — that hand guiding him in a singular, slow thrust where he's seated on Cy's cock as a reminder of that union, that intimate place where his body fits together with Cy's own. It drives a soft little breath out of his throat, head turning to push into the hand on his cheek. The kiss is easy to accept, easy to return.]

I like that.

[It isn't difficult to imagine. Even with the illusion of cruelty and brutality they wove into that scene between them, there were small things belying the attachment, the seeds of that affection — a mutual sense of possession. And, too, it feels more authentic to who they are that it would end with love.]

So, in this scenario... [He rocks his hips, lacking the leverage to turn the movement into a proper slide of his cunt onto Cy's cock, but more of a back and forth drag, his own slick arousal shiny and wet on Cy's dark pubic hair, breasts swaying gently.] I would assume that identity as a woman. When I became pregnant with your child, everything changed between us.

（ his teeth catch at his bottom lip, a breath dragged in as sasuke shifts, rolls his hips. ）

Maybe somewhere along the way you started to like it.

（ he ducks down, one hand capturing the heavy weight of one breast, lifting it to close his mouth briefly against the nipple, fingers tightening until there's a fresh glut of milk to be had. a swallow, then — ）

The pain, the torment, the humiliation, the subjugation. And once life took root in you, it changed how I treated you. At first, it was more about safeguarding my heir to your impossible power.

（ never let it be said he doesn't love that sasuke's powerful. ）

But then, I came to crave the intimacy we built between us.

[His right hand slips to the back of Cy's head, carding into dark strands of hair.]

Cy.

[The man's name is said in that familiar, well-loved way — a needy I want this now tone — chin tilted and eyes imploring.]

Do we need to discuss any parameters?

（ cy studies him a long moment, expression meditative as he hauls his brain back into that mindset. then — ）

May I blindfold you?

（ it'll be sasuke's genjutsu. he'll still control it — but it's not something he's ever mentioned before, as if by instinct. knowing it wouldn't necessarily be welcomed or tolerated, due to the nature of his eyes. but — he asks it gently, seriously, meeting his gaze. ）

[The question is not what he was expecting Cy to say next. His own expression creases with — surprise, before it softens, hesitation hanging like a hook on his immediate instinct. It has nothing to do with the request Cy has made of him. He would agree to that, and far more, without second thought.]

Do you remember when we first began discussing pain play? I mentioned that I've had difficult experiences. But more than that — I'm not sure what my reaction will be when triggered by those memories. That's probably why you're asking to try it during genjutsu. Isn't it?

[Cy knows him well, and even without specifics, he's told the man enough information about his eyes that things can be extrapolated.]

I'll have more control there. If you're all right with the potential for the scene to... stop, or end abruptly, then I'm willing. I won't lash out at you in the illusion even if I respond negatively.

[Perhaps Cy doesn't need to be told this — but given the knowledge that Cy's mind is not just his own, it's worth the clarification to Sasuke.]

（ he nods, and then cups sasuke's cheeks, thumbing at the sharply defined bones. ）

I'm not asking because I want to diminish your power, or take something away from you. It's about the trust.

（ he knows sasuke knows that — but he still wants to say it, to make it plain and clear. communication is king, here. ）

And I would never in a thousand years feel at risk of you lashing out at me. It's okay if the scene needs to end, or with whatever you need to be okay with it.

[He leans into the cup of those warm palms, briefly stealing a kiss from Cy's mouth.]

I trust you more than I've trusted anyone.

[It doesn't need to be proven, but — sometimes he wants to. In this play between them, it feels good to prove himself.]

I'm interested, then. I thought about suggesting this last time... not the blindfold, but a continuation of that scene facilitated through genjutsu, where I actually am pregnant. [How far he has come in being able to speak more casually about this.] But should we keep those two things separate? What do you think?

Sweetheart, I'll leave that to you. If you want to try both, we can. If you think it might... 'ruin our continuity' I guess? (Weird thing to say) we can leave it for another time. I'm not in a hurry.

（ he never is. there's nothing he would ever want to do so much he'd push sasuke's boundaries on the matter.

he nuzzles at his cheek, noses into his hair. ）

Anything you want to do or leave out? — and can you make sure the piercings are there? I loved seeing you in the body jewellery.

[He hums in his throat, thoughtful, seeking those small places where they exchange touch in warm presses. But — he's not so lost in the conversation that he's forgotten he is still straddling Cy's lap, seated on his cock, with a plug up his ass. It takes only the slightest movement to be reminded; even too deep of a breath will make him aware of his position.]

I'll leave the piercings. Since it's genjutsu... I don't think it would be an issue to try both. But if I have to make an adjustment, I'll let you know.

[Another squirm, this time more pointed as he rubs himself against Cy's pelvic bone.]

Maybe we should move back to the other bed before I use my eyes. We're messy.

（ there's an exhale, sharp and steady as a tailor's blade — and then cy leans in to nip at his throat. ）

We aren't gonna get any less messy on the other bed unless we shower first and your magnificent tits quit leaking. This place got a bathtub?

[Sasuke lifts his head, reluctantly turning to survey the suite with bleary eyes like he's forgotten it exists.]

... I don't know. We didn't look.

[They went immediately for the bed, in fact.]

We could put down some towels.

Or we could stay right where we are and worry about the mess later.

（ a little upwards rock of his hips upwards is practically the closest he can come to heaven. ）

If we do it right here and now, I get to stay inside you physically and fuck you senseless in genjutsu. That's a win/win for me.

We're still going to have to deal with the mess when we're done.

[But by the tone of his voice, he's losing interest in the fussy particulars. So what if they return to a wet congealed mess of bodily fluids between them? A future problem.

And he enjoys that thought, keeping Cy inside of his body while they experiment within the genjutsu. He sets his hand on Cy's shoulder and pushes — a clear indication to lie flat.]

Any other requests?

（ flat he goes without protest, the collar jangling faintly as he's jostled about. he puts one hand behind his head in a position of casual repose — the other pulls sasuke down gently. ）

Just kiss me. I love you.

（ well, not quite. after the heat of that kiss fades, they do discuss more particulars — the yesses, no's and points of interest they both have and want to explore in the context of the scene — and then cy meets sasuke's gaze, bled to red by the sharingan, and gives him a soft little smile as he murmurs taenarum. ）

[The genjutsu pulls over their senses in a whisper of change, unthreatening, familiar now for the handful of times they've indulged its power. With experience on his side, he knows how to do this — the access of information enough to influence the illusory layout without bleeding beyond that surface he touches within Cy's mind, at the fore of the brain. The suite around them is gone, the whole of the resort melted away to construct a new place in its absence, as he did once before with his childhood home. Architecture in the style of traditional Japanese is what he makes — 城, befitting a warlord — rooms of wood and stone, tatami floors and shoji screens, gardens, sloped rooftops. A fortress overlooking valleys and the distant ribbon of an ocean, fixed strategically in mountainous terrain.

Most of the detail is in this one chamber, though, because it belongs to Cy. There is art on the walls, instruments in corners, artifacts on the desk and shelves. Only Cy's mind will fill in those blanks, if he wants to — Sasuke seats himself comfortably on the pillows collected in the center of the room, sprawling, facing an open screen that exposes a perfect view of the moon and stars.

Given their discussion of continuity, he retains that female form, as always on a fine line of androgyny that doesn't sacrifice his normal features to make the change of sex. And, too, his breasts are as full and heavy as they were due to the diamond suit — but also there's a new element. It isn't one he has personal experience with, of course, so it's taken partly from Cy's knowledge of what pregnancy should look like, the swell of a belly beneath soft, silk fabric hard to miss where the white moon illuminates him.

He put Cy somewhere just outside the door to start the scene more formally, so his head turns to look for him.]

（ between one heartbeat and the next, they're in an illusory world. cy is outside a door, looking down at his hand where he's lifted it to push the door aside, and he completes the natural motion without hesitating, carrying himself into the scene.

he's struck at once how much care and attention sasuke has built into it — the things that sasuke knows are dear to him — the art, the instruments, the books that add the faint scent of lignin to the room. he fills in some gaps he suspects were intentionally blank — the colour scheme of the room, the slow burn of candles. there's a desk in one corner, with a hand-drawn map that paints a picture of the coast beyond that ribbon of ocean visible from the balcony. the room isn't ostentatious, but it's clearly lived-in — a place where one might retreat to after a tiring day.

there's a moment where the fabric of the illusion shivers, and cy lifts a hand to wipe blood from one cheek — not his, naturally, but the suggestion of some distant violence done. dull grit covers his clothes and is a dust in his hair: a return from a conquering campaign.

cy closes the door behind him with a snap, and then takes his boots off, pads across the space and into sasuke's without comment. one hand slips into his hair, forcing him upwards into a kiss while the other curves possessively against his belly, trailing along the delicate chain that even now is leashed to piercings as much for pain as pleasure — the stab of lust that seizes him seeing sasuke in this state is not remotely feigned, he can feel the chafe of his cock beneath his clothing as the thrill of the scene — the sight — sink in. ）

I should have brought you with me, （ is the murmur that follows the seizure of a kiss, ） I could have used the release. （ his hand dips lower, following the chain to its anchorpoint, the piercing nestled beneath the nerves of the clitoris. sasuke tries, reflexively, to close his legs to the intrusion, and cy's correction is the patient disappointment of a teacher when he says: ） Spread your legs.

（ he doesn't know what the timeline was that sasuke had intended, how long now that he's been a slave to this life — changed in body, lashed to the wheel of a warlord's twisted desires. long enough for a child to take root. long enough that perhaps some of the threats cy made during their last scene, for all its intensity, have come to pass. perhaps the boy has come to the idea of obedience, or perhaps he still resists — he'll let sasuke make that choice for himself. ）

[He drinks in those details, the union of both of their minds in the little ways Cy influences their surroundings — wearing the role of a warlord as much in demeanor as appearance. It feels like the room is owned by Cy, and it takes no effort from the Sharingan to craft that illusion as the man approaches. Cy is good at that all on his own.

Anticipation catches in his throat at the first touch, because by this narrative it has been a long time since he's been kissed, since the man who has captured him left on some violent campaign. There have been days between their last reunion, a separation that might have ached, or might have been a reprieve — he recognizes that he gets the space to choose how he wants to behave. They didn't lay any strict rules for his own part within the story, except for its eventual conclusion of love, which in continuity is not something he thinks could have been avoided. There's only so much he can pretend.

The piercings pull at sensitive flesh, nipples hard from exposure to the air in the sheer lack of clothing — silk enough to remain decent but easily removed at Cy's discretion. That hand sinks lower, down to where he's hot and wet between his legs already, intent on the jewel that glints from the folds of his cunt. The chain jingles as Cy follows it — and Sasuke has made a decision. His thighs fold open, and he watches the man through a veil of dark lashes.]

You didn't find some willing woman while you were gone? ... Or unwilling. [A cool tilt of his head, haughty, but seen-through. Defiant in a way that is more fragile than the last scene's determination. Jealous at the thought of Cy with someone else, but unwilling say it.] I'm surprised by your restraint.

[Playful, like a sharp blade in too-loose fingers — while the evidence of slick arousal between his legs speaks to his own need.]

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im just time skipping us a l'il otherwise we will be here ALL YEAR

why do they yap so much. also cw: pregnancy kink now for real lmao

they never shut the fuck up. and never stop fucking. we've created a monster.

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