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hallowing

（ 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.

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chokuto

[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.]

From:

hallowing

（ 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. ）

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chokuto

[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?

From:

hallowing

（ 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?

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chokuto

[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?

From:

hallowing

My love, your guess is as good as mine.

（ sasuke shifts off him, and cy reaches to help him remove the dildo that's spent the better part of the last few hours up his ass. he debates pulling it out the old fashioned way, but after a moment's consideration, he gives sasuke a warning look, capturing his wrist instead. he waits until the boy catches his meaning and settles more fulsomely, does a quick round of mental math, and then uses the void to remove it from him with rather less fuss. it gets tossed to one side, along with the blankets they're already going to have to wash. ）

You think it's something from the weird birthday changes?

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chokuto

[Oh, well, when you call him that — egg mystery can wait as he leans across and kisses Cy's mouth. Maybe now won't be the moment to discuss everything they did and said together in genjutsu, but its effect on him is still there, warm in his blood, adoration in the way he looks at Cy.

Signaled by that telling glance and touch, he settles so the dildo can be removed. From there, he reaches for one of the eggs and draws into his lap, against his stomach, hands gentle as they cup around the delicate shell.]

It could be, but I'm not feeling those effects as strongly anymore. [He doesn't change back into his normal form, though, too afraid he might jostle the eggs gathered around them.] It feels alive. It's warm.

From:

hallowing

（ look, he has co-parented eggs before, with a creche on sirilvantes. so, while a normal person might not be stirred to emotional resonance by their lover canoodling a warm, living egg, cy? who is incredibly horny for the concept of children and family? absolutely gets whammied by the visual. there's a moment where the bottom feels like it drops out of his stomach in a dramatic swoop, and he just — leans in and presses their foreheads together, one hand lifted and placed against the back of sasuke's neck, absurdly speechless.

he knows that they need to get up. he knows they need to clean the mess they've made. but right now? right now, his other hand traces a line up sasuke's thigh, cups the egg in against him, and is finally, finally about to open his mouth when another one comes into existence with a little pop. this one settles in the crook of his knee, bent to sit cross-legged.

he blinks down at it. lifts his gaze back to sasuke. down to the egg. ）

Ah?

（ the need to debrief is still there — but. eggs are absolutely taking precedence at the moment, thank you. ）

From:

chokuto

[There's no hesitation as he reciprocates the touch, leaning in to meet the distance, shivering at the gentle pathway of a hand up his thigh. And then —]

Wait, was that you? Did you do something?

[Equally startled and dubious, he reaches for the egg in the crook of Cy's knee so that it won't get accidentally squashed, tucking it against his belly with the first one.]

... Can you bring over a blanket?

From:

hallowing

Not that I'm aware of?

（ help???

he obeys, of course — though blankets are hard to manage because they're so fucking twisty, and getting one over to them without clipping through the mattress or sheets is a tough sell, this means he extricates himself gingerly from the... nest? and hefts himself up to his feet, going to get a blanket from the bed.

on return, he assists sasuke as they turn it into a (better) nest, and gentle nestle all the eggs down into it. ）

I'm pretty sure I don't spontaneously spawn eggs. If I do, whew, that's a god-power I never knew about. Seems kinda counterintuitive to war. Unless you need to feed an army.

（ who lets him talk. ）

From:

chokuto

We are not eating them.

[Cy didn't even suggest it... And yet...

He's meticulous about arranging the blanket, spreading it between his open knees and, with Cy's aid, tucking all of the eggs into a softer, warmer circular nest. He does extricate himself briefly in order to tug on Cy's hand, requesting the hand signals that will turn him back into his normal form. Sorry, no more leaky titties.]

We should clean ourselves up in the bathroom, but I don't want to leave them alone. We can take turns.

[Helicopter parent tendencies begin.]

From:

hallowing

（ sasuke he is a VEGETARIAN. also, pour one out for those tits, which he absolutely caresses one last time before the hand symbols reach the end of their sequence. alas, poor titties — he knew them, horatio. ）

Sasuke, my hand to god, you can make clones.

（ leave? a clone? to watch them??? ）

From:

chokuto

[He has the decency to look embarrassed, at least. Listen, he doesn't abuse clones for stupid things like Naruto does???

This is one jutsu he's learned to do on his own, so once he's stepped back, he forms the seals quickly one-handed. And — in a blink, another copy of him appears, standing in the room with the same dour little pout. Also fully naked.]

Move the eggs to the other bed, [he points.] And then watch over them. Make sure they stay warm.

[The clone silently obeys, just as Sasuke reaches for Cy's wrist to tug him toward one of the best new additions to their suite: a private bathroom. No time to ogle his clone's ass.]

Come on.

From:

hallowing

（ hello? but he wants to ogle??

with a sigh, he lets sasuke tug them for the shower, shifting in lovingly close to kiss the side of his neck. ）

Anything we need to talk about with regards to the scene? We got spicy a few times.

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chokuto

You'll have to define 'spicy' in this case.

[There's a tease in it as Sasuke closes the bathroom door behind them, hand reaching up to gently unbuckle the leather collar from around Cy's throat.]

I recall that you asked me to marry you. Technically I did it first, but that was before the scene.

From:

hallowing

( the collar comes away, and cy lifts a hand to touch the skin beneath it, rubbing away the sensation of constriction even as he crowds sasuke into the shower. )

I did.

( he leans in to steal a kiss, pressed in against the boy's mouth. )

From:

chokuto

I want that.

[He lets himself be steered back, chin tilted slightly up to catch the kiss and return it, a low hum between their lips. One hand seeks the shower faucet, ensuring they're out of the spray when it starts out cold.]

But I meant it when I said I'd do it properly. Yuino. [結納 — Cy might know its cultural significance, by knowing his language.] My clan used to celebrate those kinds of ceremonies officially, but... even if it's only the two of us, I don't care. You mean everything to me.

From:

hallowing

( he reaches for the soap, building it into a lather before he starts to wash sasuke down, pressing kisses to newly clean, damp skin. )

We can do everything as traditionally as you want.

From:

chokuto

As long as you tell me what you want, too.

[He doesn't want to seem selfish by dictating exactly how it's done. While Cy washes him, his right hand spans over the man's broad back, tracing the definition of muscle under the slick water.]

It's for both of us.

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hallowing

There's only one tradition I really care about from my own culture. The couple picks a plant that represents their union, and you plant it together as a first act of marriage.

（ then, perhaps a little suggestively as he works lower, gently cradling sasuke's cock to clean it — ）

And then you get to fuck in the dirt. It's supposed to be ceremonial, so the most 'modern' iteration I was around for was just smearing a bit of the dirt from your homestead on each other and running off to the bedroom, but I like the old-fashioned version, myself.

（ what can he say, he's ancient, it's a whole thing. ）

From:

chokuto

[Oh.]

... We can do that. [A little breathlessly said, he finds himself shifting forward at the touch between his legs, brushing against the front of Cy's body.] We'll have to find somewhere remote in the Vale, but it shouldn't be too difficult. Maybe we could find a spot close to that first place we ever went. On a date. It was under a tree.

[Cy allows him to be insufferably romantic without consequence.]

Did you already have a plant in mind?

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hallowing

I was thinking basil. It goes well with tomatoes.

（ he's thorough in cleaning this well-loved place, sliding his hand along the shaft, and then dipping down between his legs as he presses a kiss to sasuke's cheek. ）

It means a lot of things in Earth culture — chastity, hah. A declaration of love, protection from evil. It can grow in the presence of great heroism, or great hatred.

（ and sasuke will know full well why that matters to both of them. ）

If I had a Chiskikani plant, I'd use that, but c'est la guerre.

From:

chokuto

[How dare you kiss him on the cheek when his mouth is right here? Sasuke tilts his head, chasing Cy's lips, pressing them together in a firm seal. Then he kisses him again, staggering the flow of conversation but hardly caring in the moment.

Those last words, though —]

Ah. I have something for you, but it was supposed to wait for the engagement ceremony. Somehow my plans keep falling out of order. [A sigh, though it's clear from the look on his face that he's not truly bothered.] Seeds from Chinoon. If you want them. But we should plant the basil as well, because I like that description.