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[hallowing]

I know.

（ a gentle nuzzle, thumb held firm over the slit of sasuke's cock. ）

I wouldn't take an answer given while I'm touching you like this anyways. Just consider it. If it's not your thing, that's fine. There are plenty of other things I can think of to do with you.

[chokuto]

[In that moment, it becomes a conversation of fantasy as Cy works over his cock with a steady hand, knowing exactly how to touch him, exactly how he likes it — murmuring all of those things he can think to do to him in his ear, a filthy tide of love and sex and intimacy they've made their own. In a sensitive state as a result of the day's events, it does not take Sasuke long to come, voice spilling out quietly from his throat enough to echo on tile. He soaks Cy's knuckles and shivers through the seconds aftermath, head sheltered protectively against Cy's throat.]

... Ah, we should... actually clean up at some point.

[How is he supposed to function naked around Cy???]

[hallowing]

Okay, okay. I'll stop torturing you.

（ it's promised with a kiss, as he calls the shampoo to hand and works his way through sasuke's hair. 'cleaning', as a concept, takes them a while, and throughout moments are routinely stolen. kisses, touches, a gentle probe into bruises to ensure they aren't so bad as to require special treatment. and then sasuke returns the favour as cy sits on the tile less because there's a need with their relatively minor height difference and more because he is incredibly tired of standing.

once they're done and bundled into towels, dried thoroughly — they head back out to where the eggs are bundled up. ）

— And I'm just saying, （ cy is chattering easily. ） that those piercings looked fucking hot on you. Christ, 10/10.

[chokuto]

[As soon as they reenter the bedroom, Sasuke disperses the clone that is sitting on the bed with the nest — snorting at the comment.]

Then perhaps you should give me piercings for real.

[It's an idle comment as he climbs onto the bed in only the towel, quickly pulling the blanket cradling the eggs into his lap, counting to ensure all twenty-two — now twenty-four, thanks to whatever Cy did — are present and intact.]

My clone did some research on the watch while monitoring them. Apparently, these are magpie eggs.

[hallowing]

（ sorry, he forgot there was a clone. honestly he kinda forgot there were eggs, too. cy blinks at the scene — which appears to be cleaned up, thanks to the clone (how long were they in that fucking shower, actually?) and then: ）

Okay, first: yes to piercings. Second, are you part magpie? Did I miss that ninja memo?

[chokuto]

Of course not.

[You silly man? He lifts a hand, gesturing for Cy to join him on the larger and much more comfortable bed provided with the suite.]

I've dealt with hawks before, but not magpies. I know what they are because someone else posted on the network that their egg hatched and they provided a picture of the bird. So, it isn't unique to just us. But it seems we have a lot more than anyone else so far.

[hallowing]

（ he goes, sprawling bonelessly wherever sasuke seems to want him to lounge. ）

Okay, so we can rule out it being an orgasm thing, or a sex thing.

（ they would have... so many more than 24?? unless it's relegated only to a certain timeframe? but then again, one doesn't seem to have spawned from the latest orgasm in the shower, so.

he picks up one of the eggs very gingerly, cupping it on his palm before adding it back to the makeshift nest. playfully: ）

I hope they have your smile.

a rare 1/2

[chokuto]

[His features soften into that so-named smile at the sight of Cy sprawled out, holding one of the eggs.]

I hope they have your stupid sense of humor.

[So, so affectionately said. In fact —]

2/2

[chokuto]

[That deep wellspring of affection with Cy beside him, cradling one of the unhatched babies before setting it in place, falls like an avalanche on his head. The feeling is so poignant after their conversation in the shower that it seems to build in his chest, overfull — and another egg pops into existence right alongside its brothers and sisters.]

We have to stop whatever this is right now.

[help????]

[hallowing]

( cy looks at the egg.

looks at sasuke.

looks back at the egg. then, with a tremendous groan: )

Oh, we are so cooked.

[chokuto]

[They're cooked?

???

He is also now glancing back and forth between the eggs and Cy.]

Explain.

[hallowing]

( cy leans in close, lifting a hand to the back of sasuke's neck to pull him close. with a nuzzle at his cheek — )

I love you beyond all reason, and I want to carry your name until the heat death of the universe. The only thing stopping me from fucking a child into you right here and now is knowing that kids are a massive hindrance to all the kinky things I want to do to you first.

( he bites gently at sasuke's throat. )

I want to pierce your skin so other people know you belong to me. I want to collar you forever. I want to choke you on my cock until you pass out, and I want to soothe every hurt you've ever had until pain is just a memory for you. Sasuke, will you raise magpie babies with me?

[chokuto]

[He's heard Cy tell him variations of those words a number of times, but — not at once, a deluge of sentiment containing all of his deepest wants safely shared in their relationship together. He feels his heart beat a little quicker to match the swoop of heat low in his belly — never mind that Cy made him come in the shower, never mind the time they'd spent in the illusion. It's not enough. He wants this for the rest of his life, and then even after that.]

You know my answer. Yes. Of course.

[This time, when another magpie egg appears, it seems to click.]

... We... [What had Cy said?] We cooked. [???]

[hallowing]

We did.

（ this is said proudly, grinning at sasuke's adoption of the slang. ）

I think they're emotion based. So, no problem — just don't feel anything all mushy about me for however long this fuckery is happening. Easy.

（ not easy. hilarious, though. ）

[chokuto]

[Oh my god.]

That's impossible for me. The only way it would work is if we were separated, which... [It's his birthday? Why, cruel world?] I don't want to do.

[He frowns down at the eggs.]

We'll deal with it. Even if we make a lot.

[hallowing]

（ he just. grins at that response. sasuke, you sap. cy leans in to cage him into a kiss, hand curling into damp hair. ）

We're gonna parent the hell outta these birds.

（ sasuke might (metaphorically) die, but that's a sacrifice he's willing to make. ）

[chokuto]

That sounds weird.

[And yet it still makes him feel all warm and fuzzy, easily receptive to the kiss.]

More importantly, how do we take care of them? Is there anything special about getting eggs to hatch besides keeping them warm?

[hallowing]

Your face is weird.

（ this is clearly playful, said as cy presses a kiss to the bridge of his nose, then his forehead in turn. ）

The humidity needs to be a bit higher than what's in the room right now, uhhh... something like 50? 60 percent? Temp needs to be be between 37 and 38 degrees, and they should be turned a couple times a day so that the heat's distributed evenly. With this many, we should probably separate them to an extent, or at least make sure there's only one 'lair' of eggs — hah, layer — so that there's less risk of one being crushed, or missed to turn.

[chokuto]

[Is he about to have another Big Emotion about how smoothly Cy transitions into becoming a proficient Baby Bird Dad? It's a near thing.

The pun is completely missed, though.]

We could get a humidifier. Then separate them into a few different nests. I want to keep them close, though, so we can watch over them.

[Teenager already emotionally attached to his eggs.]

[hallowing]

( this is the sigh of a man who knows beyond all reason he will not be sleeping for at least a week. )

Yes, beloved. I'll whip up an incubator.

( he's so whipped, actually. )

[chokuto]

Come here.

[His right hand reaches, guiding Cy to lay closer beside him with nothing to separate that space except for the protected bundle of blanket forming the makeshift nest. He bumps their foreheads together gently.]

I don't think twenty-six eggs are enough to describe what I feel for you, but it's... nice. That there's this physical proof. [With genjutsu in mind, as well as their debrief in the shower — it's hard not to feel tender about it. The headbutt turns into a proper nuzzle.] If we take a nap, will they be all right? Or should I make another clone?

[There's that sleepy look in his eyes, guard lowered, comfortable in vulnerability.]

[hallowing]

（ — and another egg pops into existence. cy — heaves a sigh, and gentle sets it among the others. who knew that sasuke feeling soft over, as he said, 'physical proof' would result in his own tender feelings, so easily expressed. ）

I'll watch over them. You can rest.

（ he leans over the nest to give sasuke a long, lingering kiss, smoothing his hair back to redouble the gesture against his forehead. then he pulls the blankets up over them both so that the eggs are covered as well, to trap the heat of their bodies and radiate over them. ）

You should think about where you want a piercing.

[chokuto]

[There's a slight snicker when yet another egg appears, mouth twitching at the corner. A little smug, maybe.]

You're one egg ahead of me now. [what does this mean] I'm winning.

[He finds he isn't chilly at all beneath that blanket, even without clothes and fresh from a shower, curling in comfortably until only his head sticks out of the top, mismatched eyes watching Cy. He's settled on his left side — right arm tucked protectively around the edge of the makeshift nest.]

Do you have any suggestions?

[hallowing]

Hey, they don't have our names on them. Who's to say how many you dragged into existence while I was milking your gorgeous tits, huh?

( he curls up in a mirror of sasuke's position, reaching to clasp his right hand. )

I think I'd enjoy piercing you anywhere. Ears are traditional, nipples — permanently ( as opposed to their one-off in their first slave-adjacent larp, anyways — ) would be hot. People can do all kinds of dick piercings. Mm... belly button?

[chokuto]

[His face — flushes a little, self-awareness propagated both by Cy's explicit words about his bodily fluids as well as by a helpless flare of arousal in memory of the act. It's only his own fatigue that keeps his mind from wandering in another direction; his interest in Cy never seems to wane, after all.]

It couldn't have been that many. [Huff.] I feel like nipples might get in the way on a daily basis. They'd chafe on my clothing, wouldn't they?

[Sometimes practicality wins over horniness. Though, most likely he'd get used to even that.]

Not my... dick. [He's not that adventurous, sadly.] ... The other two sound all right. [In fact — the thought of his belly button, in light of genjutsu and their dwelling on the aspect of pregnancy, sticks bright in his mind.] I'll think about it. What jewelry would you choose?