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There's always something to learn.

[He stretches down so that he's effectively lying on top of Cy's chest, propping his chin up to look at Cy's face.]

Are we setting stakes? The one who wins earns a prize?

[You must sate his competitive nature, at least.]

（ he laughs, props one hand behind his head. ）

I can't think of a better prize than you, and you're already mine.

（ his grin is mischievous. ）

But what's on your mind?

You say those things so easily sometimes...

[If he's sappy, Cy is syrup.]

The loser has to plan a date for the winner. [Is this really losing? No, but shut up.] And — the winner gets to decide what we do after.

（ eyes bright and smile so far beyond besotted it would be embarrassing if he had an ounce of shame anywhere in his body, he can only nod in agreement. ）

Deal.

（ and then, with a juvenile sort of impatience that seems to decry the passage of years that's brought him to this point: ）

Now?

[That — makes him laugh, in the quiet and reserved way he does around Cy.]

Usually I'm the impatient one. We can, now. I don't have any plans today.

[None that weren't dependent on spending time with Cy.]

Maybe I wanna see you in your element.

（ a pause. then: ）

Your other element. You have many.

[He sits up a little, weight distributed onto his right hand.]

Where? In the gym?

Sure — I don't see why not.

( he rests his hands on sasuke's thighs, squeezing lightly. )

How about... first one to pin the other to the mats wins?

[Don't squeeze him like that, Satan, you're only going to make him horny on the topic of fighting.]

That seems fair. I'll avoid using chakra. [Shifts, slightly, on Cy's hips.] You won't go easy on me, will you?

（ who says that's not the end goal?? smh. ）

Nah. But I'm more of a dancer than a fighter, and it's been a long time since I've done anything martial, so there's a good chance I'll be going easy on me.

（ there's a flex of powerful thighs, and then cy twists them into a flip of their positions, one hand pinning sasuke's down against the mattress. ）

Come and get me, beloved.

（ he leans down, kisses the bridge of sasuke's nose and then transmats out, leaving behind only the brief, sinister chill of that magic.

by the time sasuke arrives at the gym, he's sitting on one of the mats in a calm, meditative pose with his hands resting in his lap and a wooden practice sword laid out in front of him. one eye cracks open to regard him, and then: ）

Grab a weapon. We'll have some fun.

[There's a hitch in his breath when Cy subverts their positions, when he's put on his back with that easy and effortless strength that exudes from the man — left a bit dizzy from the display of affection. Then Cy is gone in a bite of cold energy, the room feeling so much emptier than before in his wake.

Sasuke wastes no time, rolling off the bed onto quick feet to slip on his shoes and head where he knows Cy is. Once over the threshold of one of Talon's open training rooms, he shrugs off the hoodie he's wearing in a strip-down to the sleeveless, wide-necked top beneath. These days he doesn't dress this way often, mostly because of his arm — but Cy has seen him in all states before, and generally he keeps the limb bandaged from view anyway.

With a bit of overeager obedience he goes for one of the wooden swords and hefts it up, angles it toward Cy.]

Any other rules?

Nah. Just have some fun.

（ he goes to his knees out of the cross-legged pose, gathers the sword up in his left hand and stands in a smooth motion. he holds the mock-weapon loosely, and his focus seems to shift not to the blade as an experienced combatant might, nor to the eyes as an amateur — but more nebulously on his core and shoulders where the first indication of motion will come from.

it's taken him — a long, long time to be able to find joy in this sort of thing. and maybe it's more about the partner when he does it than about the act. certainly, he doesn't seem resistant to the idea with sasuke, for as much as he craves and abhors violence in equal measure, he knows that sasuke will benefit from it the way one can find comfort in the spoken cadence of a native tongue. that's why, when cy lowers the tip of the blade somewhere in the vicinity of the floor and moves forward, it's with a sort of visceral, predatory deliberacy that can only mean one thing: he is in fact taking this seriously.

when he attacks, it's not an onslaught of superior strength. it's a test, amorphous. he wants to see the style of sasuke's block. he wants to gauge the strength behind it, and shift accordingly. but mostly — mostly, he wants to play. ）

[The wooden swords of this place are not unfamiliar to him — he's trained with them by now, tested their heft, their usefulness as a tool with no sharp edge. So it fits into his hand easily, and he is grateful because part of him recognizes in that moment he'd never want to pick up a real sword and turn it against Cy, even in play. Not because he doesn't trust himself to avoid injury — but because of everything he knows about Cy. They don't require this dimension in their relationship, and he'll never demand it.

Still, there's thrill for the game now, a competitiveness that rises hot in his blood when Cy approaches, wielding that steady grace. It looks good on him.

Cy attacks first — and their exchange begins, Sasuke quick and easy with a block that relies on the strength of the right side of his body, although Cy will be able to tell that this is new to him, that he is less used to his right arm though he does not sacrifice strength, only efficiency. Yet it's enough to drive away those blows with skill clearly demonstrating years of dedicated practice and application. And soon, he's pursuing Cy himself, boasting an unnatural speed even greater than his strength, one that forces Cy to display his best, or his best in that moment — one that soon has sweat shining damp on their skin, adrenaline beating through their blood in union.

Perhaps it's a little unfair, in the end, how he wins. A surge of chakra allows him to take Cy by surprise, flipping him down onto the mat and pinning him flat. A smirk hooks his mouth as hair hangs into his eyes. He can't help the giddiness he feels looming over Cy, panting hard, shivering with the pleasure of exertion.]

My win.

[He'll be fully obedient in bed beneath Cy's command. In a fight? Another story.]

( he has no idea where the wooden swords have gone. knocked away into some nebulous corner of the room, perhaps. sasuke pins him and it just makes a breath of laughter gust from him, pliant as sasuke preens. )

Oh noooo, whatever shall I do. I have to plan a date.

( such protest, wow. )

I've got some things in mind. What about you? Technically I'm your war prize now.

( a playful lift of his eyebrows. )

You are.

[He braces his arm down against Cy's chest, their positions a mimicry of not long ago in bed, only this time he decisively takes a kiss from Cy's mouth. Warm, panting, exhilarated.]

And I get to choose what we do after?

[In this state on top of Cy, he almost wants to forgo the plan entirely and just — have it now, evidenced by the way he shifts hips over Cy's middle and kisses him again, a little hungrily, tasting the salt of sweat.]

( one hand lifts to cup the back of sasuke's head in answer to that kiss.

down, boy.

(haha, unless...?) )

Unless milord wishes to have an advance on his winnings.

( it's murmured playfully into the empty air between them, free hand falling against sasuke's thigh. )

[He doesn't fight the hand that cradles his head, but he also doesn't let it stop him from being a horny menace, shifting his lower body until he's straddled directly over Cy's crotch in a deliberate pressure of weight. You have awakened his repressed teenage libido and now you must suffer the consequences.]

I want something rough later. A scene.

[Cy's touch is warm on his thigh — he feels overheated in the air of the gym, momentarily uncaring that they are technically in a public place.]

What kinda rough?

（ not averse — just, you know. testing the waters.

the 'cocksequences', as such, are taken well in hand (ha) as cy lifts his hips just a little, suggestive in what's now only unmistakably familiar. ）

[With an eager gust of breath, he grinds down against that slight lift, already well on his way to hard in his pants.]

What we did at the Naked Yolk, when you... choked me. [On your dick lmao.] Is it called breath play? I want to try that again.

[He hasn't thought much further beyond this desire in terms of a structured scene.]

I liked the way it felt.

Yeah, breathplay. It can get kinda dangerous, though — make sure that's something that's just us, okay?

（ he pulls sasuke down for another kiss, noses at his cheek. ）

We can take a crack at it. You want to make it part of some spicy roleplay?

Okay.

[What's wrong with being choked to unconsciousness, though... his head turns, lips rubbing at the raspy stubble over Cy's jaw.]

What sort of roleplay?

Winner's choice, remember?

（ you're the one calling the shots, little flame. ）

I'm sure you can come up with something for us to try. （ but he does tug lightly at sasuke's hair, possessive and sure. ） But if you can't or you start to get frustrated to try, I'll help.

（ and in the meantime... ）

Should we, ah... head back to our room to cool off?

（ 'have sex'. obviously. ）

[He makes a thoughtful noise, leaning into the slight tug at his hair. He doesn't know what he'll choose yet — would teacher and student be disproportionate for breathplay? That only brings to mind Kakashi, and whether his former sensei had ever choked him, which in this context Sasuke swiftly pushes from his mind.

At the question, his gaze sharpens.]

Yes. [...] I wish we had our own shower.

Anything can be turned into a private shower if you're annoying enough about it.

（ or if you're a bit unscrupulous about blocking the door to entry. either/or. ）

C'mon. You know the drill.

（ for teleportation, he means — which is why his fingers splay at the back of sasuke's head, holding him in against him before making the shift back to their room. they drop in on the bed with a little exhaled huff and cy proceeds to squirm until he can get a better angle for another kiss. ）

We should work up more of a sweat before we hit the showers, anyway.

[It's that moment, during the brief chill of transportation between one place to another, where he remembers a glimpse of what he'd seen back during the events of the curse they shared — a blur in his memory like water on glass. But he keeps his eyes closed here, obediently, until they arrive, and soon he's too distracted by Cy kissing him to linger on the thought.

They're still both a bit damp with exertion, but Sasuke doesn't find this disgusting — nothing about Cy could ever disgust him. He likes it, the press of their bodies through clothes, the soreness of the fight fresh behind. Separating from the kiss, he leans down into Cy's throat and licks a stripe of sweat off of smooth skin. It tastes like salt on his tongue. Cy is always warm, but now he feels hotter to the touch, muscles firmer.]

Then, do you want to fuck me? [A familiar tussle ensues, Sasuke fighting to be on top so he can resume grinding his ass down into Cy's lap.] Quickly. I don't want that much preparation for it. [There's a thoughtful tilt of his head.] I can change into a woman if it would be easier. I just want you inside of me.

[Yes, sparring made him incredibly horny — head empty only sex.]

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