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[chokuto]

UN: 火
𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 / 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐎 / 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎 / 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 / 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖
𝟖♣ ( 𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝑳𝑼𝑩𝑺 )

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[hallowing]

（ cy turns and gives him a cheeky little smile, and then holds out a permanent marker and the inside of his wrist. ）

Draw your clan crest, please.

[chokuto]

[How dare you.

Sasuke just — looks, for a moment, at war with a sudden rush of intense feeling he can barely stand to swallow.]

And you said we can't have sex now? You're cruel.

[In an effort not to let it tangle him up in that moment, he takes the marker and completes the task, neatly and with no error drawing the curved shape of the fan on that inner wrist. Mismatched eyes keep low, but his tail betrays him, whipping behind his back.]

[hallowing]

You'll live.

（ cy anchors a palm against the back of sasuke's head and pulls him in to kiss at his forehead. ）

Bare your throat for me, ma petite flamme.

[chokuto]

[He does so, obediently, though the struggle it takes not to seek more physicality boils within him.]

[hallowing]

（ perhaps there is something just a little animal in how cy inhales the scent of him, burying his nose against sasuke's hair, down the side of his head. his breath is hot against sasuke's ear, and then when he reaches the side of the boy's neck he closes his teeth against it and bites down, hard. as he does it, he pulls sasuke against him and just a little up on the tips of his toes.

a bruise is sucked to the surface of the skin in mottled red, and he doesn't step away until he's satisfied the mark will linger for the next few days of the event. he presses his thumb against the spot, watching the skin blanch and then fill out red the way an artist regards a masterpiece.

then, his attention flickers to sasuke's mismatched eyes: ）

When it fades, come find me.

[chokuto]

[The mark is a stinging brand on his neck. He welcomes the sensation by briefly closing his eyes and allowing his head to roll back until Cy is satisfied enough to withdraw. Then eyes slit back open, arousal an even tighter coil inside of him — frustrated to be stymied, but understanding why.

Defiantly he lifts his chin.]

I will. And then I want you to fuck me so hard that I don't remember anyone else. I want you to breed me. Will you?

[He's felt this in him, an urge already rooted, now stirred to aching life.]

unhinged of them actually

[hallowing]

（ oh.

cy blinks, clearly caught offguard by that statement, and the answering coiling surge of lust in him is wound so tightly he can feel the livewire pulse of his own blood as it sluices along veins. the ache to his cock is immediate, and he can feel it thicken in a twitch of imminent desire. ）

Jesus. （ the epithet is breathed out, and cy drags a hand through his own hair. that he's affected is stamped into him, plain. the mutter that follows, clearly intended to be humorous: ） I've made him too powerful...

（ clearly not a protest. he takes sasuke's chin firmly in one hand, fingers stroking along his jaw — he meets the boy's eyes, and there's a curl of a faint smile lifting one corner of his mouth. ）

Sweetheart, I'll hold you down and do my absolute best to fuck a child into you. Might take a few tries just to be sure. You'll be my little breeding whore, I'll use your body until you've forgotten you ever had another purpose in life except to be heavy with my children.

（ this is said with the sort of intensity that would probably terrify any eavesdroppers, but anyway —

he ends it with a playful little tweak to sasuke's nose and pushes him regretfully away. ）

Now go fuck other men and think about me when they're inside you like a good slut.

they are so not normal

[chokuto]

[He doesn't pull away when that hand finds his chin, even if the desire to play in mock-struggle bears down on him — his gaze is too rapt on Cy's face, on the words that soon fall out of his mouth. And then there's nothing else in his mind for the way the sentiment crowds out all coherent thought.

Desire in him aches, pulse quickening, eyes dark with the impact of what is promised. He doesn't want to leave, protest in the tension of muscles as he's pushed back. He wants to turn those filthy words true right here in the dirt of the forest floor.

There's a fine tremble, most visible in the tail that has curled down, to the ears flattened against his head. He cannot speak let alone leave. Cy will have to go first, because by the way Sasuke is looking at him — longing, pleading — he's close to the end of what self-control he possesses in this state.]

Cy.

[hallowing]

（ look, he Gets It.

cy reaches for sasuke's hand, lifts it — bends over his hand and kisses his fingers.

and then he's gone with a crackle of that corrupted magic lingering in the air. ）