abyssdressing | (no subject)

Idiot.

[ Seems that's his designated name for this Luke. Finding his key, Asch unlocked the door and had no qualms about shoving the replica in subtly being careful not to make him trip on the lightweight chain locked to the foot of the bed. ]

[Good thing, because Luke's traumatized enough to have a full blown freak out if he saw that. Luke stumbled inside, shooting Asch an annoyed glared, before shifting uneasily, feeling like a mouse caught in the lion's den.]

[ Well, Luke might have missed seeing that one, but it's not the only indication of what this Asch was really like; there's a secondary chain hooked to the wall on the opposite side of the bed, along with an assortment of collars strewn about the dresser. ]

Sit yourself down if you can manage that much.

[ Asch nods to the regal-looking armchair near the door before disappearing into the adjacent room. ]

...

[s-sorry, he'll be staring in horror at all the creepy chains and collars. Oh for the love of... He swallowed, before settling down in the chair, feeling extremely out of place.]

[ At least there isn't any chains or restraints on the chair...? Though Asch would have to say that Luke actually serves to complete the look of the room, even if he's not showing the proper attitude. ]

...how bad are your injuries?

[ And suddenly, Asch. Under one arm is a bunch of towels and a well-stocked first-aid kit under the other, both of which he places on the table next to Luke. ]

[Luke let out a surprised noise at that. Hesitantly, he shrugged off his coat and shirt, showing the stitches all over his upper body that made him look more like a rag doll than a human being. He nodded down to the bleeding stitched that had been pulled before; other than that, it seemed as if the stitches had been well taken care of.]

[ Asch snatched up Luke's garments, tossing them into a pile on the bed and adding his own shirt before turning to look at Luke. He immediately made note of the ripped stitch, then went on to inspect each and every individual one, with eyes and fingers. ]

...

I'll have to redo that one.

All right... careful, I don't know how well my arm is... attached.

[it's not like the stitches would hurt more than what's already happened.]

There's more than stitches holding you together, replica.

[ Or at least there should be, though Asch wouldn't put it past whoever had done this. The had to be sicken than he was. He rifled through the kit to pull out antiseptic along with the required items for stitches, getting right to threading the needle. ]

[Luke settled back in the chair, closing his eyes. He barely flinched when Asch took the stitches out, revealing a thin cut where his arm had been cut off, but thankfully it did nothing more than bleed slowly as the stitches were redone.]

[ In no time flat Asch's well-practiced hand has the stitches neatly replaced with new ones and he sets to treating where the cuts were made, bandaging them up afterwards. He doesn't bother to put away the first-aid supplies, opting instead to sit on the edge of his bed and watch Luke. ]

[Luke finally opened his eyes again when he pulled away, a stitched up hand absently going to touch the bandage gingerly, before resting back on the armrest.]

...thank you.

.... [ Asch watches him at that, stoic and silent as always. He was still undecided on where he stood with this replica; was he another disposable toy? One worth keeping to himself for fun later? He knew his replica would be stricken if he decided to add another.

Asch began working the remainder of his clothing off, breaking the silence. ]

It's hardly worth mentioning.

[Luke looked away respectfully, nevermind that he had seen Asch, any Asch, naked more times than he could count.]

Still. I appreciate it.

[ Asch's lips quirk upwards in an amused smirk and he returns to standing in front of the replica, arms folded across his chest. ]

You must be tired.

[He looked up at him in surprise, before his gaze traveled over to the wall behind him. He... couldn't even picture sleeping with THAT nearby...]

I-I'll be fine...

[ Asch turned to follow Luke's gaze over to the chains, his smirk growing wider. The fact his assortment of toys made Luke nervous did not go unnoticed by Asch and he tilted Luke's head up with a finger underneath his chin so he could look into the replica's eyes. ]

I doubt that.

[Luke let out an uneasy noise; he had a feeling Asch hadn't been nearly so ruthless before because he didn't have his... gear. With it...? He shuddered slightly, an unsettled feeling twisting his gut.]

R-really... I'll be fine...

[ It never ceased to amuse him how noisy all the replicas were; so many different kinds of squeaks and screams! It was like a never ending fountain of music. He dipped his head closer to Luke's, keeping to one side so he wouldn't block Luke's view of the bed area. ]

You need your rest, dreck...

[Luke shook, taking in the chains and... all kinds of other things on the wall, a small gulp escaping from him. He pressed back against the chair, but that only make his back hurt; vestiges of pain from breaking his back. After a moment, he glanced up at him.]

...are you actually going to let me rest?

[ Asch outright laughed at that, bringing a hand up to brush through Luke's hair. His skittishness only served to entice him into playing this game more. He lowered himself until he was kneeling on the chair with Luke, light from the bedside lamp catching his calculating eyes. ]

Hmmm.... Certainly. I don't see why not.

[Luke sunk back in the chair, his heart hammering loudly in his stitched up chest. He looked up at Asch, a bit frightened... and ashamed as well, as he couldn't deny that the way he was acting was really, really hot. He swallowed softly again, shuddering.]

...o-okay...

Very well then.

[ And with that he stood up, giving Luke room to escape from the confines of his chair. He wouldn't force the replica into moving until he was good and ready to; that was how you built up their trust, letting them decide the pace. Asch went about his business of folding their clothes up, his eyes never leaving Luke. ]

[Luke watched him move about, swallowing uneasy. He could just... bolt for the door, right now, shirt and coat be damned. He'd buy another shirt and coat!]

[...but...]

[Hesitantly, Luke stood up, carefully undoing his belt and pulling it off, taking his sword with it. He set it down and out of the way, and hesitated a moment as his hands rested on his baggy pants. Sleeping with them on would be uncomfortable, but...]

[He swallowed before undoing them, not looking at all the stitches all over the place as he pushed his pants down.]

[ Seeing how intently Luke was focused on him, Asch ceased staring, wandering off to put away the first-aid kit. Contrary to last time, Asch hadn't even bothered to lock the door. Whether it was out of confidence or kindness was open to interpretation on Luke's part.

...and when he returned, he was treated to quite the sight: the very familiar ass of one replica. Had Luke been turned around, Asch's intentions would have been clear given the sinister expression that crossed his face for mere seconds.

Asch composed himself before coming up behind Luke and tracing along a cut line near one of his legs. ]

...horrible.