"...why do you want to be mind controlled."

"If you're being mind controlled into wanting to be a girl it's not weird and you don't have to feel weird about it?" 

"It's just about the subbiest thing you can possibly do and I have a vulnerability kink more generally, and also I imprinted hard on a handful of urban fantasy books I read as a preteen?" 

"Also that!" 

It's really hard not to look at the extremely beautiful naked man sitting like two feet from him.

It's also really hard not to think about the extremely beautiful naked man having sex.

Lev's life is really difficult. 

"I'm clearly not a sub," he says into the couch, "because that sounds awful."

"...no, I'm pretty subby and I also think the amount of ambient mind control is awful. Although I've gotten used to it."

"Yeah, it's definitely not everyone's thing, but the way in which I am subby and the way in which I personally kink on it are very related. Also sorry Lev. To be clear I did not personally design the computer virus or the Letterman jacket or the library or any of the ambient mind control that is not happening to me specifically." 

He kisses Sasha's forehead. "It's okay, I love you."

Eeeeeeeeeeeeep.

Eeeeeeeeeeee Levkisses. 

"And I also love this," he says, and thinks Sasha's root password and zaps him with a wave of the most intense physical pleasure humanly possible for, let's say, ten seconds.

The noise he makes would, under Gileadite law, be considered obscene and censored. 

"Mmmmm love you." 

His face is buried in his Lev's neck and he has a wide loose smile that Gilead Lev has definitely never seen before. 

"Prooooobably we should stop sexually harassing the evangelical. --Sorry, uh, other Lev, we've been living in a magic sex game for the past year and a half so we have a weird idea of what is acceptable public displays of affection."

"You can't sexually harass men."

"What? Yes, you can. --Sasha, go put some clothes on."

"— fuck, I'm sorry," where does one go to put clothes on here and also how does one acquire clothes. 

"It's okay," he says, and almost presses his face into Raine's shoulder from overwhelm before he thinks better of it and instead presses his face into the arm of the couch.

That's chill, Raine is following Sasha anyway; when they come back she's wearing the same shirt and leggings she was before but he has her skirt and her sweater. 

"Still. I'm sorry anyway." 

...this is an overall improvement in the number of places that he can look although he's gaining a new understanding of why leggings are considered a stumbling block. 

"Okay, so you're from a weird sex game universe that... you don't understand but you think you will understand in the future because it promised... and you can be naked wherever you want including in Milliways, and there's lots of ambient mind control and the other me can mind control you and you're... dating? not dating? I don't know what non-Gileadites do-- uh, I'm sorry if this is a rude question but are you a man or a woman?"

"We are dating, and I'm a man but I'm also an 'it's complicated.'" 

"He is a guy in the same way that I am a girl. I think." 

"Okay. --This is a really really weird thing for God as I understand Him to do."