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The air in the Land of Fire was thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, a familiar perfume that signaled home. Sasuke stood at the edge of the village, the Hokage monuments carved into the mountainside like silent, stone gods watching over the settlement.
A year of wandering, of tracing the jagged scars the war had left across the continent, had settled something restless in his soul. He was back. The aimless wandering was over.
Sasuke had seen enough of the broken world; now it was time to rebuild his own.
The goal is the same. It has always been the same. Restore the clan.
The Uchiha district was a ghost of its former self, a collection of cleaned-up lots and skeletal structures waiting for a purpose. He would give it one. The goal had never truly wavered, not even in his darkest, most vengeful moments: restore the clan. Not just the name, but the power, the prestige, the bloodline that had been Konoha’s finest. For generations, Uchiha had wed Uchiha, their Sharingan a legacy kept pure, their power concentrated. That path was closed to him. He was the last.
Which meant he needed a mate. An omega.
Not just any omega would do. The bloodline, while diluted, could not be polluted by weakness. Sasuke needed a partner of formidable strength, someone whose own lineage and power would complement and enhance the Uchiha’s rebirth. They needed to be capable, intelligent, and possess the charisma to help his children navigate a village that had once turned on their name. They needed to be beautiful, devoted, and utterly his.
There was only one candidate.
A smirk, sharp and possessive, touched Sasuke’s lips.
Uzumaki Naruto.
It was perfect, really. The jinchuriki of the Nine-Tails, a hero of the war, a shinobi of unparalleled strength and resilience. He was loyal to a fault, his heart so big it was a wonder it fit inside his chest. He would protect their pups with a ferocity that rivaled a wild animal, nurture them with a sincerity that was so uniquely Naruto. He would teach them how to be strong, how to be good, how to win the hearts of a village that Sasuke himself could never charm. He was everything Sasuke needed to secure the future of the Uchiha clan.
He is the only one. The only one strong enough, the only one who understands. The only one whose devotion is absolute.
Unfortunately, there was one, unforgivable issue with Sasuke’s ideal future. The gods had made a catastrophic error.
Naruto had been born an alpha.
Sasuke had never witnessed such a blatant miscarriage of nature. Everything about Naruto was the epitome of an omega. Those wide, cerulean eyes, so expressive and trusting, were made for looking up at an alpha in adoration. His fierce, all-consuming protectiveness over his precious people was the pure, instinctual drive of a mother guarding her nest. He loved so openly, cried so freely, wore his heart on his sleeve for the world to see. It was a sweet, intoxicating vulnerability.
Sasuke could imagine him now. Those eyes, that spirit… it is all omega. The world was wrong.
I will be the one to make it right.
Naruto was smaller than Sasuke, his frame compact and wiry with muscle, but lacking an alpha’s broader build. And his obsession with him… Sasuke used to lie to himself, telling him he found it grating, a distraction he didn’t need. Now, he saw it for what it was: the deepest form of devotion, a desperate plea for acknowledgment from the one person who mattered most.
He reveled in it, in the way Naruto’s world always seemed to orbit around him, the constant challenge and competition that pushed them both to be stronger.
Sure, the blonde could be stubborn, a loud-mouthed brat who needed to be put in his place. Sasuke’s smirk widened. He would enjoy that. He would enjoy every moment of taming that defiant spirit, of channeling all that passionate energy into something more productive. Into pleasing him, into caring for their home, into bearing his children.
He fights because no one has ever been strong enough to make him submit. Sasuke mused as he wandered into his old village. I am. I will be the one to finally give him that peace.
His mind supplied the image, clear as day: Naruto beneath him, sun-kissed skin flushed and damp with sweat, those blue eyes glazed with pleasure as he writhed, helpless and overwhelmed. Sasuke imagined the feeling of clenching tight heat around his knot, the desperate, breathy cries of his name as he claimed him, bred him, made him his in every way that mattered. Yes. That was where Naruto belonged. Not as a rival alpha, but as his perfect omega.
The oversight of the blonde’s secondary gender was temporary. It could be corrected. Sasuke had spent a year seeking knowledge, and he had found it in forgotten scrolls and whispered rumors in the darker corners of the shinobi world. Forbidden jutsu for forcing a presentation, for rewriting biology itself.
It was called ‘bitching’ for a reason—a crude, violent process, but effective. It was a tool for breaking the most stubborn of alphas, for turning them into pliant, fertile omegas. It was exactly what Naruto needed.
Sasuke knew Naruto would be better off for it. He felt no guilt. He was giving Naruto his true purpose.
The idiot was too busy trying to force himself into a role that didn’t fit, chasing a hollow dream of being Hokage when he was clearly meant for something more intimate, more profound. He would thrive as an omega, as the mate of the last Uchiha, as the mother of a new, powerful generation. Sasuke was just doing what was best for him, for them, for the future of his clan.
He started walking, his steps purposeful as he moved through the streets of Konoha. The villagers who recognized him did so with a mixture of awe and apprehension, but he paid them no mind. His focus was singular, there was only one person he wanted to see, and one lesson he needed to teach.
Naruto was his. And it was time he learned it.
—
The path to Training Ground Three was etched into his muscle memory, a route he’d walked a thousand times as a child. Soon, Sasuke heard the rhythmic thud of a fist hitting a wooden post before he saw him, the sound a familiar, frantic beat that had always been uniquely Naruto.
And then he was there, a splash of vibrant gold and sun-kissed skin against the muted greens and browns of the clearing.
Naruto was shirtless, his tan skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat that caught the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy above. Each movement was a study in controlled power; he flowed through a kata, his body a blur of motion. His muscles were lithe and lean, corded with wiry strength that spoke of speed and agility rather than brute force.
Naruto had a delictably narrow waist, tapering from powerful shoulders, and Sasuke’s fingers twitched, itching to wrap his hands around that slim midsection, to squeeze tight enough to leave dark purple bruises that would last for days. Sasuke’s alpha purred at the thought of leaving marks on him, as claiming Naruto so publicly as his.
Naruto finished his sequence with a sharp exhale, planting his feet and turning, and that’s when he saw him. His body stilled, the frantic energy settling into a sudden stillness. His blue eyes, wide and startlingly clear against the green of the forest, were first filled with surprise, then crinkled at the corners as a grin of pure, unadulterated joy spread across his face. The smile was so open, so trusting, it was almost painful to witness. As his cheeks pushed upward, they curved the familiar whisker marks, making them dance.
Oh, how Sasuke loved those whiskers.
Despite himself, the image slammed into him: Naruto on his knees, peering up with those big blue eyes as he mouthed at Sasuke's dick, desperately.
He would be so eager to please, I know it. Such a perfect little omega.
Then, Sasuke would pull Naruto off his dick and paint come all over his face, marking the cute little whiskers on his cheeks, branding them. Sasuke could hardly contain the low growl that threatened to escape his throat, but he pushed the arousal down, burying it deep. He could not let Naruto suspect anything. Not yet.
"Sasuke-teme! You're back!" Naruto’s voice boomed across the clearing, echoing his excitement. He jogged over, his steps light and energetic, and ran a hand through his shorter, sweat-damp blonde hair as he grinned up at Sasuke.
Sasuke had to look down slightly to meet his eyes.
I’m still taller, he noticed smugly. He likely always would be.
Sasuke played at normalcy, keeping his expression carefully blank. "Hn. Dobe. Just wanted to see if you were keeping up with your training. I don't want you to fall behind, after all."
It was true. Sasuke wanted him in top shape. Soon, Naruto would be bred thoroughly, his stomach swollen with Sasuke’s pups. Sasuke swallowed hard against the sudden, possessive wave of heat that washed over him.
Naruto wrinkled his nose at the slight, a gesture so familiar nearly brought a true smile to Sasuke’s impassive face.
"Ha! As if, teme, I'm leagues ahead of you!" He puffed out his chest, a gesture of alpha pride that was so utterly misplaced it made Sasuke want to laugh.
"Are you?" Sasuke allowed a small, knowing smirk to touch his lips. He couldn't help it; he just loved to rile Naruto up, to poke at that blazing confidence and watch it flare. It was a guilty pleasure of his. More than that, thought, Sasuke loved to play at indifference, letting Naruto believe he was just an afterthought.
Sasuke affected a bored air, sniffing disdainfully. "Whatever, I don't have time for you, dobe. I have to go give my report to Kakashi."
Naruto rolled his eyes, a gesture that was all fond exasperation. "I think you mean Hokage-sama, but whatever."
"Please," Sasuke said with mostly false disdain. He held no true ill will for his old sensei, but the role needed to be played. "Still, perhaps I'll see you again before I leave."
In fact, Sasuke was certain he see Naruto again. He would make sure of it.
He turned to leave, the act of dismissal complete. He’d taken only two steps before a warm, slightly calloused hand grabbed his sleeve. The touch was electric. Sasuke paused, raising a single, questioning eyebrow as he looked back into Naruto’s face. The easy grin was gone, replaced by a wide-eyed concern that made him look years younger.
"Wait! Are you leaving again so soon?" The question was quiet, stripped of its usual boisterous energy.
"I haven't decided yet."
"You should stay a little more. Konoha has changed a lot since… since before. You might like sticking around."
When Sasuke remained silent, simply watching him, Naruto's eyes grew bigger, impossibly blue and pleading. He looked so perfect, begging for him. Sasuke had no idea how Naruto had presented as an alpha. Everything about him screamed omega.
"You could stay with me if you want. Just for a week! Then you can be off again, nomad-teme," Naruto offered, ever selfless.
He was so caring, too. So thoughtful of others' needs.
Yes, Sasuke thought, a cold, calculating satisfaction settling in his chest, he will be the perfect mother to my pups.
And this was perfect, too. Staying at Naruto's apartment? It was an invitation into his den, his private space. It gave him the perfect opportunity to do what needed to be done, to corner him where he felt safest. However, Sasuke couldn't come across as too eager. The game had to be played.
"Hn. I'll think about it," he said, his voice a low noncommittal rumble. He gave Naruto's hand a deliberate look before pulling his sleeve free and turning, leaving the blonde standing there in the middle of the training ground, watching him go.
—
The hallway of Naruto’s apartment building was quiet, the air thick with the scent of old wood and faint traces of a hundred different lives. Sasuke stood before the familiar door, his hand raised. The sharp, deliberate rap of his knuckles against the wood shattered the late-night silence.
He listened, his senses honed. He could hear the muffled shuffle of feet on the other side, a soft, confused muttering, and the distinct patter of someone moving around in the dark.
A moment later, the lock clicked, and the door creaked open. Naruto stood there, framed in the rectangle of dim light from inside. His blonde hair was a wild, sleep-tousled mess, and he was rubbing at his eyes with the back of one hand, trying to clear the exhaustion from them. He was dressed in a pair of loose-fitting boxers and a too-large white t-shirt that hung off one shoulder.
"Sasuke?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. "What're you doing here?"
"You're the one who invited me, dobe," Sasuke stated, his voice a low, even counterpoint to Naruto’s sleepy confusion. He hefted the small sack containing his belongings, a silent confirmation.
"Oh. OH!" Naruto’s eyes widened as the sleep finally cleared, replaced by dawning comprehension and then pure, unadulterated delight. "You're really staying! I mean, that's great. I mean, come on in." He stumbled back, gesturing wildly into the small space, a nervous energy radiating off him.
Sasuke stepped inside, and the first thing that hit him was the scent. The whole apartment reeked of an alpha scent—a warm, spicy blend of oranges and cloves. It was a distinctly Naruto scent, but it was not representative of his true self, Sasuke knew. He resisted the urge to wrinkle his nose, his expression remaining impassive.
Soon, his scent would be corrected.
Sasuke let his gaze sweep over the small space. It was cluttered but clean. Various hardy plants were scattered about, their green leaves reaching for the faint light. A collection of well-worn shoes was piled neatly by the doorway, a testament to Naruto’s recent, more domestic life. His eyes drifted back to Naruto, specifically to the oversized t-shirt. An unfamiliar, possessive irritation flickered through him.
I wonder who he got that from. He pushed the thought aside, tucking it away to be dealt with later.
Naruto chuckled nervously beside him, rubbing the back of his neck as he gestured around the room. "Sorry, it's not much. I know it's kind of a mess."
He was weirdly embarrassed by his own space, a vulnerability that was so endearing it was almost painful.
No matter, Sasuke thought, his mind already picturing a different scene. Soon, he will be living in the Uchiha compound, the perfect wife. He’ll look so beautiful, swollen with my litter.
"Um, I don't have much food right now, but help yourself to some ramen if you like. I don't have an extra bed, either. Is the couch okay?" Naruto offered, his words tumbling over each other in his haste to be a good host.
"The couch is fine," Sasuke replied flatly, his eyes already assessing the long, dark blue thing tucked away in the corner. It would do. Sasuke was no great lover of luxury.
"Okay. Okay, cool. Lemme go get you some blankets." With that, Naruto was gone, disappearing into another corner of the apartment, his movements a series of soft shuffles and footsteps.
Sasuke set his small sack down by the couch, his hand brushing against the fabric. Inside, nestled amongst his clothes, were the supplies he would need. Everything was ready.
Naruto returned a moment later, smiling happily with a stack of blankets and a pillow clutched in his arms. He looked so proud, so eager to please. Sasuke felt another rush of affection—Naruto really was a born caretaker. He was made for this. For me.
"Here you go," he said, handing the soft bundle to Sasuke. "I know you're, uh—pretty tired from traveling and stuff, so I'll let you sleep but, uh, see you in the morning?"
"Hn," Sasuke grunted in agreement, taking the blankets from him. His fingers brushed Naruto’s, and he felt the other man startle slightly at the coldness of his touch.
With another one of his blindingly sincere smiles, Naruto turned and padded toward his bedroom. "Night, Sasuke!" he called over his shoulder.
Sasuke watched him go, then flicked his eyes to the main light switch by the door. With a soft click, the apartment was plunged into near-total darkness, the only light a faint sliver of moonlight from the window. He stood in the shadows, listening to the sound of Naruto settling into his bed.
Little does Naruto know, Sasuke thought, a slow, predatory smile finally gracing his lips in the darkness. Sasuke would be seeing him a lot sooner than that.
—
Hours later, when the apartment was steeped in the deep silence of night, Sasuke rose from the couch. He moved without a sound, a shadow detaching itself from another, and slipped into Naruto's bedroom.
The other boy was still asleep, lost in a world of dreams. His too-large t-shirt had ridden up in the night, exposing the flat, tan expanse of his stomach. He’d kicked off the covers in his sleep, his limbs splayed out in careless abandon.
Sasuke smiled faintly; Naruto had always been a restless sleeper.
From his sleeve, he pulled a small, folded piece of paper. The seal carefully drawn onto the parchment was transferrable, and would keep both Naruto and the tailed beast completely knocked out and unaware for the entirety of the night. Better yet, Naruto would have no memory of it.
To turn an alpha into an omega, continuous exposure to another alpha's seed was needed, particularly through the ass and mouth. Naruto would never agree to let Sasuke do that if he was awake, but luckily for Sasuke, he wasn't.
Sasuke applied the seal carefully, right above the hemline of his boxers. He splayed his fingers against Naruto's soft, tan skin, relishing in the warmth and the feeling of it. So beautiful, and all his. He waited a moment for the seal to take effect.
Almost immediately, Naruto clearly fell into an even deeper sleep, his muscles going boneless as he melted into his pillows, his breaths evening out into a deep, rhythmic pattern.
Sasuke smirked, sliding his one hand from Naruto's stomach to his waist. He'd been right; it did fit perfectly in Sasuke's large hand. He let himself imagine being able to leave the bruises he wished. He shook his head, dispelling the thought. It wouldn't be good to leave such obvious marks. Not yet. But once Sasuke had claimed and bred him, Naruto would be his property, and he could do whatever he wished. A sharp shot of arousal coursed through him.
Losing his patience, Sasuke slid Naruto's shirt the rest of the way up, bunching it at his shoulders. His nipples hardened as they were exposed to the cool night air.
Reverently, Sasuke circled one with his thumb, feeling the pebbled skin. Soon, they'd be swollen with milk, hanging heavily from his chest. Saliva filled Sasuke's mouth as he imagined it, his inner alpha purring, satisfied.
With his single, strong hand, he snaked it around Naruto's bare back and lifted him, allowing Sasuke to easily pull down Naruto's last remaining piece of modesty—his boxers. Sasuke slid them away, observing Naruto's bare form as it laid out before him.
Smugly, he took note of how Naruto's cock, while soft, was certainly smaller than Sasuke's. Another point toward his destiny as Naruto's omega. He felt the intense urge to take it in his hand, forcing Naruto to come while unconscious, but that wasn't what he was here for.
He threw Naruto's boxers away entirely and ran a hand down Naruto's smooth thighs. Then, with ease, he spread them open and pushed them back, exposing Naruto's enterence. Naruto bent easily to Sasuke's will, his limp form offering little to no resistance. Naruto's pretty pink hole winked up at him, completely untouched, completely virginal. All for Sasuke.
Sasuke leaned forward, placing Naruto's spread legs on his own shoulders. He did not wish to waste his good hand holding back the blonde's legs; no, Sasuke had much more important matters to attend to.
Slowly, Sasuke drew out his own cock, already hard and leaking from the beautiful sight before him. As he did, he circled Naruto's hole with his thumb, pressing in testily and meeting resistance. He was so impossibly tight. Sasuke would take care of that.
He abandoned Naruto's hole and gripped his dick in his hand and began to stroke. He leaned down, dragging his tongue possessively over the rest of Naruto's lithe body, sucking at his nipples cruelly, reveling in how hard he could nibble them without Naruto waking. He was truly at Sasuke's mercy.
Quickly, Sasuke realized that Naruto had grown unconsciously hard through his ministrations. He smirked. Sasuke stood back up and released his grip on his own dick, bending forward so Naruto's cock was flush with his own. Pressed together, he jerked them both off in tandem, watching Naruto's face raptly as the blonde began to squirm just slightly, his eyebrows twitching together as his cheeks flushed and his breaths quickened.
Still, Sasuke knew he would not wake. Likely, he assumed he was just having a lovely dream.
Finally, as Sasuke sensed he was reaching his climax, he released Naruto's dick and held his cock over the blonde's tight entrance, releasing his seed over the hole. Sasuke panted and gripped his knot firmly in his hand, forcing it to go down.
He could not knot Naruto. Not yet. There needed to be time to allow for the other boy's transformation.
Releasing his dick, he circled Naruto's entrance with his thumb once more, rubbing the come into the pink skin. Carefully, he pushed some of the seed inside Naruto, forcing his finger past the tight rim of muscle.
With the come acting as lube, Sasuke slowly began to fuck his finger inside of Naruto, stretching the other boy out. It was slow going. Naruto's ass was like a vice, warm and soft as it gripped Sasuke's finger. Finally, Sasuke was able to add a second finger, and then another. By the time he got to a third, Sasuke had to lean down and spit on Naruto's hole, adding more lubrication.
Sasuke's come had been entirely absorbed into the other boy's skin and entrance, which was exactly what Sasuke wanted. As he slid in the fourth digit, he spread his fingers wide as they would go and leaned down, taking in the mouth-watering sight.
Naruto's hole was properly stretched now, and Sasuke could gaze clearly at the pinkness inside of him. Sasuke could imagine Naruto stretched tight around his knot, and he looked down to see that he was achingly hard once more.
Sasuke removed his hand before reinserting two fingers, which now had the ability to move freely inside Naruto, no longer constrained by a vice grip.
As such, Sasuke began to finger fuck Naruto properly, curling them around the small bud of pleasure inside of him. Even "alphas" had prostates.
Naruto's body jerked involuntarily at the pleasure, the muscles in his legs twitching. His mouth fell open, drooling onto his pillow, completely unconscious. Despite the waves of pleasure he must be feeling as Sasuke abused his prostate, he made no noise besides his heavy panting. His entire upper body was flushed a deep crimson from arousal.
Sasuke watched, mesmerized, as his fingers plunged in and out, the slick sounds obscene in the quiet room. He scissored them, stretching the rim, then curled them again to press hard against that sensitive bundle of nerves. Naruto's back arched beautifully off the bed, a silent cry on his lips.
Finally, Naruto's climax came crashing upon him. He came all over his stomach, his hole clenching down desperately around Sasuke's fingers as if searching for a knot. Yes, this is what Sasuke wanted.
He withdrew his hand, spitting into it once more as he re-gripped his own cock. He stood, letting Naruto's legs fall from his shoulders but leaving the boy's legs spread wide open on the bed. Naruto's hole was red and wet from Sasuke's brutal finger fucking, gaping open much more than it had at the beginning of the night. The entrance seemed to clench around nothing, but it was too fucked out to close properly. Perfect.
Sasuke walked around Naruto's bed, stroking his cock lazily in his hand as he approached Naruto's face. The boy's mouth was still open from pleasure, his tongue lolling stupidly. Good, Sasuke thought viciously. This made his job easier. He gripped Naruto's chin harshly between his fingers, forcing his mouth open further.
Sasuke jerked his hips forward, slapping the head of his dick against Naruto's relaxed face. Precum smeared over the tan skin, making his whiskers glisten. Sasuke smiled smugly at the sight. It was just as pretty as he imagined. Then, he repositioned his dick so it slid easily into Naruto's ready mouth, the excess of saliva on the blonde's extended tongue making the glide easy.
Sasuke moaned loudly at the feeling, uncaring at the noise. He knew Naruto wouldn't wake no matter what Sasuke did to him.
He fucked shallowly into the warm and wet hole, Naruto's slack throat offering no resistance. The feeling was intoxicating, a slick, velvety heat that gripped him without any of the usual tension or fight. Each slow, deliberate thrust was met with the soft, wet sounds of skin moving in an opening of utter submission.
Naruto's head lolled back on the pillow, his mouth a perfect, pliant 'o' shape, his tongue lax and providing a soft, yielding bed for Sasuke's cock to slide against. Sasuke watched, mesmerized, as his length disappeared past those swollen, red lips, the sight alone a potent aphrodisiac.
Within no time, the heat and the tightness had Sasuke close to coming once more, his orgasm singing through his blood. It was a slow, molten build, a coil of heat tightening in his groin with every pass into that welcoming warmth. He could feel the precum leaking steadily from his tip, mixing with Naruto's saliva to make the passage even slicker, even easier, aiding his coming transition into an omega.
His own breathing grew harsh, his hips moving with a mind of their own, seeking a deeper, more complete possession. The sheer, unadulterated power of the moment—having his rival, his obsession, completely at his mercy, a vessel for his pleasure—was a heady rush that pushed him closer and closer to the edge. He was drowning in it, in the sight, the sound, the feel of Naruto's body being used for his sole enjoyment. His orgasm sang through his blood.
He gripped Naruto by the back of his blonde head, lifting him easily up off the bed as he forced him all the way down on Sasuke's cock. He choked and sputtered unconsciously, but the rest of his body remained limp, controlled by the seal.
With his singular hand used to hold Naruto up, Sasuke had no way to force down his knot. It began to swell at the base of his dick, locking him in place behind Naruto's lips. Hot come poured down Naruto's throat, and the other boy had no choice but to compulsively swallow. The choking noises were immense now, but Sasuke shushed him kindly, petting Naruto's soft blonde locks.
"You're doing so good, Naruto," he soothed, his voice a low, possessive murmur against the backdrop of the blonde's choked gasps. "You were born for this. My sweet omega."
Tears began to spill from Naruto's closed eyes, tracing clean paths through the dried sweat on his temples as his breathing sputtered around the large knot in his mouth.
"Just breathe, just breathe. In through the nose," Sasuke instructed mercilessly, his tone a chilling parody of comfort. Naruto could not hear him.
Sasuke released his hand in Naruto's hair, and the smaller boy was held up into a sitting position entirely by the knot locking him into place. Naruto's hands dangled uselessly at his sides, a limp puppet in Sasuke's grasp, made entirely to choke down his dick.
Sasuke slid his hand down Naruto's thin throat, feeling the imprint of his knot and dick as it pressed against the inside of Naruto's windpipe. The feeling was nearly enough to force Sasuke to another orgasm, but he resisted, trying to calm his knot. He didn't want to choke his poor omega to death, after all. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Sasuke's knot began to calm down and he slowly slid Naruto off of his dick.
The blonde gasped desperately for air, looking debauched even in sleep. There were deep tear tracks down his face, and his mouth and lips were covered in spit. His lips were swollen and cherry red. As Sasuke pulled his dick away, thick strings of saliva connected it to Naruto's wanton mouth.
Fuck, he looks so beautiful. Sasuke thought savagely, This is how Naruto should always look, desperate for my cock.
Sasuke released him, using his long sleeve to clean the majority of Naruto's face. He couldn't have Naruto waking up and suspecting anything, of course.
Then, he returned to the corner of the room and retrieved Naruto's discarded boxers, slipping them back on easily but leaving the come that had dried on the other boy's stomach. Naruto would surely think this was all some sort of wet dream.
Finally, Sasuke pulled one last seal from his pocket and laid it right above the now-invisible sleep seal. This seal would be the final nail in the coffin for Naruto's secondary gender. It would rewrite his chakra passageways and rewire his brain, altering him into an omega and soon triggering a heat. A heat Sasuke was sure to be present for.
With a last, possessive kiss to the juncture of Naruto's neck—where Sasuke's bite would soon sit—Sasuke retreated back to the living room and the couch he was staying on.
All in a night's work.