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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.]

（ that's... maybe the most forward sasuke has ever been about that particular offer, and cy mirrors the cant of his head, curious more than thoughtful. as if he's listening to some beat, some nuance in the boy's voice that will weight his own decision one direction or another. ultimately, he decides — sasuke wouldn't make the offer if he wasn't able to bear it, so: ）

Sweetheart, I always want to fuck you. I'm pretty sure if we didn't have to do other weird shit like eat and sleep and get jiggy with bathroom amenities my dick would only ever leave your body to move to a different orifice. （ charming...

but, more softly to the part about transforming: ） And sure, I'd like that.

（ he reaches to start the process of peeling sasuke's sweat-damp shirt off over his head to toss it off to a corner of the room. fans his hands across the boy's muscular chest, which he peels himself upwards from the bed to bite at playfully. your fault for having pecs, sasuke. ）

Because it's you.

（ that grinding is certainly doing its level best to coax his libido to an open flame, and he reaches out to grip the boy's hip in a bruising hold just to still him a moment. not because he's not enjoying it, but because the delayed gratification of denying sasuke what he wants in the moment amps him up even more.

his other hand, he holds out for sasuke to use to form the seals with a little smile as he drops back against the bed. ）

Can I put nipple clamps on you? I've not yet begun to debauch thine titties.

（ let him be a l'il mean, as a treat. ）

[Those first words earn a soft snort, as indelicately crass as usual from Cy, but the sentiment remains. He finds himself burning with it. In another state of mind, perhaps he might have hesitated before suggesting the physical change — but he has done it once already. Cy did not treat him any differently, and through the tunneled haze of aphrodisiac he had not felt wrong, or bad, or unlike himself. He understands the usage of oiroke no jutsu as a tool; in some ways this is only an extension of that.

And he won't deny the pleasure of it, the newness — wasted on a state of mind too blurred with the resort's influence to hold clarity. Right now, he just wants. He wants Cy inside of him. He doesn't want to wait. Logically, a woman's body can accommodate more with less preparation, and at the same time he can experience the transformation without the coercion of a spurned portrait's petty revenge.

He sucks in a breath when he feels the scrape of blunt teeth, right hand already reaching for Cy's own to form the seals.]

Fine. Just... don't make me wait too long.

[Isn't it clear he's horny and wants to fuck his boyfriend as soon as possible? He is not so modest this time, because Cy has seen him once before and he is impatient — so there is that rush of chakra, a little cool and crackling between them, and then he is seated astride Cy's hips in another body. Shirtless, his breasts are exposed, heavy and full. There is a slight difference of weight on top of Cy, and when he grinds hips down again over the man's crotch, it is up against the cradle of heat between his legs rather than the shape of a cock.]

（ he makes a soft sound of amusement, muffled against the curve of one breast. his hand, free of its utility to form the seals, skirts up sasuke's wrist to hook against the back of his elbow — touching just to touch. at that treasonous roll of his hips, cy exhales jaggedly and murmurs: ）

Who says I'm making you wait at all? You know where my dick is. This can be a self-serve buffet, party of one, tabled at your delicious cunt.

（ the last time they'd done this, cy had largely been the one guiding them — more familiar by far with the female body and all it entails. but they hadn't gotten all the way up to penetration — at least not with anything that wasn't silicon. but he thinks that experience had — shaken out, smoothed away the anxiety that might have otherwise existed, and so he's less protective than he might have otherwise been at sheltering sasuke into something new. the man wants to get fucked so urgently he's willing to swap sexes to do it, then cy's not going to trouble himself about going easy on him.

he reaches over to his nightstand — a short distance away given the size of the room — and pulls the drawer open, fingers blindly grasping around for the nipple clamps they last used during a blowjob, and when his fingers close on them he tugs the chain out with a little jangle. ）

At some point, I wanna use a riding crop on them, too. Given how sensitive you are, I bet I could get you off — （ he flicks at one of sasuke's nipples, not with any especial gentleness. coming off the adrenaline high of sparring, sasuke's natural pain tolerance will already be heightened. ） with just a little abuse.

（ his right hand slips around to sasuke's back, tugging him in so that cy can press a kiss against that breast, teeth scraping against sensitive skin to close against the nipple, cheeks hollowing with a slow suck of pressure that intensifies and then abates as he breaks the seal. one clamp is lifted and deftly affixed with a persistent pinch not so easily escaped. ）

Be a good boy and hold the other one for me, will you?

（ Getting You To Participate In Your Own Torment Is My Kink, Actually. ）

[Eyes snap to the clamps as soon as they're withdrawn from the drawer, chain dangling silver in the light — it has been some time since they've used them, but he hasn't forgotten the pinch on sensitive flesh, the dull ache brought by unrelenting pressure. He wonders if it will be more intense with a woman's breasts, with the gravity of their larger size hanging down, and he finds himself biting the inside of his cheek when Cy affixes the first clamp to a pale nipple. The skin flushes cherry-red quickly. His body shivers as a wave of sensation tingles through him.

And then — a pout blooms at that request, his right hand already slipping down to comply. He brushes away the longer strands of dark hair brought with his changed appearance before cupping underneath the spill of his other breast, holding it still as Cy fits the pinch of the clamp in place. Only a slight whimper works its way through gritted teeth. No pain, but a delicious throbbing begins to build for the acute pressure — and there's something obscene about the chain hanging between the peaks of soft nipples, like vulgar jewelry.]

You're a pervert.

[It comes out almost all breath, even as he begins struggling free of his pants, ungraceful and urgent. He is not startled this time by the wetness between his legs, except perhaps in how quickly it has become a hot, slippery glaze of arousal that he can feel on his inner thighs once fabric is gone, tossed to the floor. His hand fumbles to free Cy's cock — not caring to try to get the man equally naked in his haste, just enough that he can fit the head up against his cunt, a slide across wet folds suggestive of penetration, slicking the length. The tease doesn't last, and his voice hitches at the first initial push down of hips, trying to fit over the flared tip with no accommodating wait.]

I am a man in love with the hottest guy he knows, and you want to accuse me of perversion because I wanna fuck you as many ways as humanly and inhumanly possible? Sounds like somebody's asking for a spanking later.

（ he laughs, pleasant and warm even as sasuke squirms out of his pants, struggling to establish that singular point of connection with haste. cy lets him do it, hips lifting against that first slip against the labia, helping only when to remain still would otherwise be cruel — and there's a faint gust of breath as sasuke starts to ease himself down, as the head of his cock is enveloped in that warmth.

the slick heat, the clench of his body is fucking incredible, almost painful for how tight he is, and cy settles his hands against sasuke's thighs, pressing bruises into his skin as he resists the urge to just grab him and pull him all the way down. but the urge is there, so present and so strong that he forces himself to let go — one hand grabs the chain, and the other slips between them to offer friction to sasuke's clit with a firm press of his thumb, fingers fanned up against the mons. ）

Okay, I'm voting ride me for now because I wanna see your tits bounce — but then I'm gonna flip us and fuck you real hard after we get you off the first time.

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