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[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?

[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.

[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. ）

[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?

[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. ）

[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.]

[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??? ）

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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. )

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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. ）

[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?

[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.

[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.

[hallowing]

（ if only sasuke had context for what a record scratch is, because boy howdy does it happen. ）

What?

（ excuse me did he hear you correctly??? ）

[chokuto]

Seeds from Chinoon. [Yes, you heard right.] Seven. I don't actually know what plants they are, but I assumed you would have a better idea if you saw them.

[He does notice that Cy's tone has shifted in that specific way of when he's changing between languages, but he makes no comment.]

Sorry. It was supposed to be a surprise.

[hallowing]

How?

（ when sasuke is using more words than cy, you know there's a problem at hand. he hasn't pulled away at all, but he's stopped moving — hand stilled where it rests between sasuke's hands as if he's simply forgotten he has the wherewithal to control his own motor function. ）

[chokuto]

I played a game against J.

[It's not something he was purposefully withholding; he had planned to tell Cy when he gifted the seeds to begin with. But — the lack of reaction does earn his attention, observed carefully.]

It wasn't dangerous. Or sexual. [Look, it has to be specified in a place like this.] If I lost, I would have owed him a favor. But I didn't lose. So as a reward, I was able to ask for something I wanted.

[hallowing]

（ he draws a breath, and then. just. ）

I have to sit down.

（ which he is going to do right here in the shower, thank you. at least he tugs sasuke along with him into his lap, leaning in against his shoulder. sasuke could have asked for — anything, and he asked for that? the kindness of it is so fucking overwhelming that the next breath is a struggle, chest painfully constricted by an intricate web of tender emotion that — immediately results in another egg, sheltered in the minimal space between their bodies. ）

[chokuto]

[Sasuke goes with him unresisting, settling into his lap, arm around the man's shoulders to draw him in securely, protectively.]

Are you okay—

[—only to be interrupted by another egg. The question snags in his throat, immediately cupping his palm under it before it can roll off and crack open on the tile.]

... Um. That was definitely you. [what is HAPPENING] You made an egg.

[hallowing]

（ theRE ARE TOO MANY THINGS COMPETING FOR HIS SANITY RIGHT NOW THANK YOU which is why he takes the egg, does the math, and yeets it immediately to join its eggy brethren in the other room. gently, obviously. ）

Sasuke I'm like three seconds away from a panic attack can you please just let me sit here quietly a minute.