chokuto

（ he laughs, the sound half smothered against sasuke's shoulder as he leans in and drags his teeth against him in something too affectionate to be called a bite. ）

I'll teach you. It's mostly just hard work.

（ which sasuke is already well acquainted with, so. the rest, the minutiae, is easy. ）

I can do that.

[An echo of Cy's own thoughts spoken nonetheless between them as he squirms in the embrace, pushing Cy flat in order to lay more purposefully across his chest.]

I want to see you working. In your element.

（ one hand is lifted, automatic, to rest against sasuke's nape, fingers gently carding at his hair. ）

You mean you want to see me all sweaty and shirtless threshing grain in a field, huh?

（ his tone is knowing. playful, but a little smug. ）

Chaff gets everywhere, though. And it sticks to you. （ a beat. then: ） What's your opinion on basil?

Yes.

[Caught, there's no point denying it — the image of Cy in his mind, golden skin beneath a hot sun, muscles bare and slick with sweat under the toil of hard work. Sasuke lifts his chin at the pet through his hair, nosing closer.]

That's fine. I'd just want to look at you. [The question furrows his brow, curious.] The herb? I've used it for cooking. It's better when fresh.

I am a sight to behold.

（ better that than bathed in blood, at any rate. the legacy lives more in his mind than in any reality — he's been removed from active violence for so long, but it does leave a stain. ）

It goes well with tomatoes.

[Sasuke just hums, knowing by now that lack of humility is hard-won — a strength of will, of personhood, that he admires.]

We should plant some, then.

（ joke's on you: that's just how he gets away with it. ）

We will.

（ we save the plants for marriage in this house!! ）

Feelin' better?

Yes.

[His eyes have fallen partway closed from the hand in his hair, but now he cranes to kiss the corner of Cy's mouth with gratitude.]

You're good at that. Helping me feel better. I never realized how bad it was before, perhaps because I was so used to it.

When you live alongside pain long enough, you forget what it's like to breathe without it.

（ his tone is soft and pensive, but there's a warmth to it, patterned down in the words as he tugs sasuke in for another kiss. ）

You help me too, you know.

[He doesn't argue, some part of him knowing that Cy is right even if the help might be unequal — that Cy is so much better at marshaling himself, simply due to how much experience he has. And it does make him feel good to know he's done something for the man in return for everything done for him.]

With something besides good sex?

[Delivered dryly, he pulls Cy's arm up and around his shoulders so he can burrow into a warm chest.]

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Well, the smart-ass behaviour helps keep me in line.

（ you fucking dweeb. he rubs a hand through sasuke's hair, deliberately mussing it up. ）

When do you want to get started on the prep for tonight? Or do you want to put it off for a day or two? I'm okay with either.

Put it off?

[After he was just cruelly edged into an unexpected orgasm? Sasuke huffs, stirring some of the hair fallen into his face from that touch.]

We can get started for tonight. I'm ready.

Okay.

（ he tugs sasuke upwards a little so he can lean in and nose gently at his cheek. ）

Fair warning, I'll probably need some aftercare after the fact.

I'll take care of you. We can return here, to this room.

[With a tilt of his head, he meets Cy's lips, the kiss soft and intentional.]

Just tell me what you need.

I will.

（ one hand brushes at sasuke's cheek, and then he redoubles the kiss against his forehead. ）

Do you want to come while we're doing the scene or not? Second point, if yes is there any way you want me to act about it or anything you want me to say? I know you're into the humiliation part sometimes, but I wanna make sure it's the right flavour, you know?

[There's a thoughtful lapse in silence, considering —]

I don't know if I would be able to hold back from coming, unless you prevented it, so... I'd rather not have a permanent restriction. A temporary one is fine within the scene itself. I also don't mind if you — call attention to it in that way, to humiliate me. I trust you.

[It really can't be overstated how much he trusts Cy's judgment.]

How should I prepare?

Mm. There are toys that could be used for that, but you aren't experienced enough yet for me to be comfortable using them. I don't want you to feel like arousal is a punishment.

（ sometimes it's hard to divorce that feeling even from the context of a scene, especially when it's new. ）

There's not really any special way. We'll just use a plug on you and then I'll ship you off. I am gonna make you wait a bit, but not too long, okay?

[He nods, feeling the movement shift his cheek up against Cy's chin, closing his eyes briefly as a shiver of warm expectation works through his body.]

All right. I don't mind waiting.

[In the theory. In the moment may be a different story, but that's part of it, too.]

Now? I've been stretched enough that a plug shouldn't be an issue.

You'll get tense again — the anticipation. I just want to make sure, okay?

（ they may have played around with it a little in the spur of the moment, and in genjutsu — but it's the first time they're actively sorting out a specific scene, and while he's come to a point where he'd trust sasuke to safeword out if it was more pain than he could stand, he doesn't want to get there. moreso, perhaps, on the heels of the picnic. the guy's already feeling emotionally bruised, if he had to cut something else short on account of his own comfort he might be overwhelmed. ）

I don't mind if there's a little pain involved with something like this, but I still want you to come down more on the side of pleasure.

[The way Cy takes care of him, meticulously attentive to his needs in the moment while planning ahead for that future scenario where conversation will fall to the wayside of fantasy — Sasuke is struck, made tender by speechlessness. The emotion swells in him. He takes a deep and steadying breath, then reaches for one of Cy's hands and pulls it around his back, guiding the palm over the curve of his ass.]

Okay. Then finger me first, and we'll add the plug once I'm ready.

[In that intervening time, he'll probably need more lube anyway. Sasuke punctuates his request with a kiss — a little wet, hungry, teeth catching on a lip.]

T'che verai. I love you.

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（ hearing chiskikani on sasuke's lips — a language that's been dead so long its only haven is his mind — is its own sort of love. what he feels isn't grief, exactly — but it's what grief leaves you with when it's hollowed you out. he returns the kiss, but gentler, more settled — and then they move on.

it's a familiar thing between them now, settled and sure — not like those first few attempts when more than one of these instances had gone a little off the rails. cy teases him through it, and at the end gives him a box of stuff to take back to his room — things they've either discussed using during a scene, or considered. the spider gag is one of them, and cy gives him a walkthrough of how it's used, with the caveat — if you decide you don't want it to be part of the scene, just keep it out of the box.

and then he drops him off in his room, not willing after earlier's incident to make him walk through the halls with a plug up his ass. tells him to wear something to bed he doesn't mind getting ruined, and to keep the bell in his hand — from there, it's a waiting game.

cy doesn't return to his room, but to one of the rooftop venues that's lush and green, and he just sits under a tree and lets his mind empty of thought like water through a sieve. he can smell grass and moss and growing things, and he thinks about nothing. eventually, he stirs — gets to his feet and decides rather than to teleport down, he'll walk. normally, he might make a meander of it all. check out some shops, chat with a few folks he's seen before along the way, but today he just goes in a straight line, and winds up outside of sasuke's door.

he considers smoking a cigarette first, but scent is such a powerful purveyor of memory he'd rather not introduce it as an element to round out the scene, and so, with a final roll of his shoulders, he just teleports into the familiar space. the room is abysmally small, as always, but he knows it all the more intimately for how sasuke organizes it — and it's easy to be kneeling in a moment on the bed, fingers closing on sasuke's wrist as he shoves him face down on the mattress from whatever position he was in feigning sleep. ）

Hey, gorgeous.

（ as requested — his tone mirrors the one he'd used in the genjutsu. there's a cruelty that lingers there, undercut beneath a playful affect like a heady perfume. like a dark mirror of who he is, or who he could be.

the lack of space doesn't leave them much maneuvering room, and it means that he puts one knee into the small of sasuke's back to hold him down, pinioned against the bed. leaning his weight into him until it'll be a strain on the lungs. ）

Shh. Don't scream. What will the neighbours think?

[His room is cool and dark when Cy transmats him there, cleanly untouched over the past week he has spent with Cy in the rank-three suite upstairs. For a moment he simply lies fully dressed on the bed — aware of the cramped space around him, aware even more of the pressure inside where the plug has been nestled, slick lubricant preventing any uncomfortable chafe of silicone. It is the second time today he's held something in of his body meant to stretch and hold muscle open; he knows he will feel it tomorrow, but they've worked to a point of practice with these toys, and he's not worried about it. His mind is turned toward the future with acute focus.

Soon, it becomes all that occupies his thoughts. Sasuke sits up and places the box on the bedside table — narrowly situated between the mattress itself and the other wall — removing none of the toys, though his fingertips rove curiously over the shape of the spider gag in silent contemplation. Then, he stands and undresses, selecting a loose sleeveless top and sweatpants, neither article of clothing one he holds any special fondness for.

And then, he gets back into bed. Sleep becomes an impossible target, lying there in the dimness with only an automated-switch nightlight on the wall casting a golden arc onto the ceiling. He squirms, feeling the plug shift, feeling the minutes run together with anticipation that, as Cy had predicted, causes his body to tighten like a wire. He jolts at every footstep in the hall, every sound of movement from his neighbors through thin walls.

It seems to take an eternity for that cold, malevolent energy to spark in the air — Sasuke has slipped into a half-awake drowse, orange blanket pulled up over a bare shoulder when Cy enters the room. In seconds he is fully alert, fingers fisted around the silver bell as his wrist is snatched and he's turned onto his stomach, face shoved into the mattress.

Breath snags in his throat, too stunned yet to even struggle. That voice slips into him, sinuously low, poisonous honey in the unfurling of fantasy.]

What do you... [a gasp jars out of him as knee meets back,] What are you doing? Who are you?

[Playing off the fact that he hadn't seen Cy's face in the darkness — his pulse jumps, trying to turn his cheek on the bed to look above.]

（ he can hear the dull chime of the bell where it's held fast against sasuke's palm, and he spares a moment's acknowledgement for it, the stroke of his thumb along the tender inner wrist. then there's a jerk of his arm higher against his back, wrenching the shoulder to clear discomfort but not quite pain as he makes a disapproving noise, a suck of the teeth. ）

I'm the guy that's going to make you mine. （ that's said in a rough purr, lilted upwards as cy leans down near his ear. his free hand is lifted, and shoves sasuke's head down forcefully against the mattress, preventing him from craning to look.

there's a shift, and that curl of black energy — a knife materializes in his hand. the one, months ago, from the elevator. he drags its blunt edge against sasuke's nape as if he's simply brushing his hair out of the way, a mockery of a tender caress. ）

Hold still.

（ he hooks the tip of the blade in just below the shirt collar, until its tip rests just barely against sasuke's skin, and then he starts dragging it downward, the fabric parting with a sound like grass being torn by the roots. the knife is sharp, but he's practiced in handling them — it won't leave a mark unless sasuke struggles. ）

[The effect of the scene has dug its heady roots into Sasuke, and the next time he gasps it is with his mouth pressed down hard against the mattress, half-smothered, discomfort jolting through his right arm at the joint of his shoulder. It throbs into his belly, and at once he's dizzy with the force of lust from being pinned and held down this way, the illusion of helplessness, of power taken away.

The knife cuts through fabric easily, having chosen clothing cheap and replaceable — and he can feel the threat of the blade against his skin with that warning heavy in mind. In such a scenario, panic demonstrates itself in a brief struggle despite that — another gasp of air lost to the sheets, on the verge of a dry sob, when he feels the bite of steel on skin. It registers like a cool sting, shallow enough it won't scar.]

Stop. [A quiet plea. He has neighbors, after all, and he's keenly aware of this even beneath the veneer of pretend. The act is easy to fall into.] Let go of me.

[And, in his mind, he wonders how it will seem once he's stripped completely naked. Once this man finds the plug in his ass.]

（ the shirt is carved away, the collar of it the last thing to be cut — and this done by levering the spine of the blade snugly against his skin to pull it upwards at the last. he reaches for one of the shelves where sasuke had put the evening's tools, and takes it down — there's a length of that red rope inside, which he busies himself with one-handed. ）

Sasuke, （ a disapproving little tut, though at least this time the disapproval isn't lacking in emotionality. if anything, it's all the more richly, darkly playful in its condescension now. ） I shouldn't have to tell you that's not how this works.

（ it's conversant. he's mindful enough of the parameters of the scene not to be intentionally overloud, but he's certainly walking that narrow edge, knowing sasuke will burn with shame at the possibility of being overheard, however minor it may be. people come and go enough in these shitty rooms, and at least one roommate hasn't been replaced since they left or were promoted out. ）

You, （ a warning cinch to sasuke's shoulder — harder this time, right at the brink of dislocation before it eases back and cy loops a rope cuff around his wrist, ） don't get to say things like no or stop or let go of me anymore. Do you understand? Yes or no.

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cw for cnc for the rest of this thread ig

smh at them

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