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[Luke near jumped out of his skin at the touch, still jittery after what happened -- and who could blame him? Gradually, he relaxed again, though his heart was still hammering loudly in his chest. It took him a moment to speak again, and when he did, his voice was shaking.]

...I want to kill him. Even if it's useless in Micro-Metropolis, I... I want to kill him.

[ Not even Asch could fault Luke for his actions after having been through that. Yet what the replica said more than made up for his skittish behavior, and Asch's surprise came through in the form of a raised eyebrow. The replica wanted to kill someone? He hadn't heard of any others wanting anything to do with taking lives. ]

You say of a person who couldn't be taken down by a hyperresonance. Are you looking to get killed again? I could think of easier, less painful ways to do so.

I-I know...

[Luke shook slightly, refusing to cry in front of this original. He leaned back against him, closing his eyes at the warmth that Asch provided.]

But... I've never hated anyone so much.

[ He permitted the contact yet didn't reciprocate, just standing there, eyes narrowed at Luke's back. Asch was convinced that the dreck was getting more and more stupid by the minute. Letting him sleep off his stupidity almost sounded like a good idea by now. ]

I find it hard to believe there is someone worse than Van out there.

[Luke fell quiet, raising a hand and resting it against the stitches on his chest. After a moment, he closed his eyes, hanging his head.]

...I was awake. And I could feel everything, every bit of myself being taken apart, the whole time. Until... I died.

[He opened his eyes again, a bit of a dark look coming to his face.]

Not even Van is that disgusting.

....

[ Again he was stunned into silence, an arm coming up to hold Luke possessively. Being replicated was a hundred times more painful than all his battle injuries combined, having part of himself ripped out, and still Asch could not believe anyone would have the audacity to murder people while they were alive. It was a good thing Luke couldn't see the original behind him; the dark look he had was nothing compared to the malice in Asch's expression. ]

I would have to agree.

...

[The bit of possessiveness brought Luke back to himself, and while normally he would have shied away from such a touch... he leaned back instead, allowing it. If anything, he needed it right now, and even if this Asch unnerved him... he didn't mind giving in.]

[ It was somewhat strange to have Luke practically melt into his arms after all the fuss he'd made during their last encounter. Asch shifted, looking over the replica's neck to the scar he'd noticed only in passing before. He ran a couple fingers over where Luke's chip lay, tracing the tissue exactly. ]

[Luke let out a soft sound at the touch, shuddering. The scar was actually not from the city chip... it was from his first encounter with the pink freak, who had attempted to track him via a microchip. It had been removed of course, but ever since his neck had been more sensitive; punishment for having to cut so close to the chip the city gave him? He would probably never know.]

Asch...

[ Either way, that area of Luke's neck held a great attraction for Asch, who found himself wondering if there was some way to have the remaining chip be of use to him. If someone had found a way to track the replica, could he possibly do the same? It would come in handy in case his own replica wandered off again. ]

Hm...?

[...oh Asch, you evil original you. And here he thinks you're doing that because you want something. Slowly, he turned around in Asch's grasp, resting his hands gently on his chest. He swallowed, hesitantly, before leaning forward, placing a soft kiss on his lips.]

[ Oh, he does want something. Just not what Luke thinks he's after. ...not that he's going to protest to having a willing replica in his arms. Asch loosened his hold to give Luke plenty of room to maneuver without messing up his stitches again. His head tilts marginally to the side at the affection and he simply stands there, allowing Luke to do as he pleases. ]

[Luke hesitated, only a moment, before pressing himself closer, his hands sliding up his chest until his arms were draped over his shoulders. His tongue slipped out, quietly asking for permission to enter, even as he trembled. He felt terribly, but... he needed some kind of comfort, even if he knew what it was probably going to lead to.]

[ Asch leisurely opened his mouth, granting his request for intimacy as an arm fell lower to press the replica's hips against his front, giving Luke a taste of his growing arousal. Perhaps it had something to do with Luke having been through hell and back, but it almost seemed as though Asch was giving him fair warning for what would happen if he refused to flee now. ]

[Luke slipped his tongue almost hungrily, exploring with a determined insistence, as if to say he wasn't -- and couldn't be -- afraid. The nudge forward made him gasp, not expecting it, and he hesitated uncertainly; would he really be able to withstand whatever hell this Asch was going to put him through...?]

[A moment passed, and Luke's eyes fell closed as he drew himself closer, all but grinding against Asch in response.]

[ Asch was quick to tangle up their tongues and draw him in completely to silence the gasp, kissing him to the point of sucking the breath out of him. The longer the replica lingered in his presence, the more whatever leniency Asch had granted him disappeared, being replaced with a fervent, uncontrollable lust.

A chuckle rumbled from Asch's throat and he responded in kind to Luke's display of readiness, shuffling them closer to the bed with bumps and grinds. He had given him plenty of time, after all. ]

[Luke let out a soft noise, feeling the edge of the bed bump against his abused legs. He finally had to pull away from the breath stealing kiss at that, shuddering as he fought fitfully for air. He gazed at Asch, eyes already darkened with lust and just need.]

What would you have me do?

[ Asch didn't want to give up Luke's mouth willingly, only releasing him once his own lungs required air as well. His voice came out scratchy and breathless, giving him his first order; one that was more gracious than what he normally would have instructed a replica to do. ]

Get on the bed.

[Luke kept his gaze on Asch, sitting on the bed and settling back until he was sure he was where the original wanted him to be. Only then did he let his gaze drop in quiet submission and acceptance of what was to come.]

[ Asch rested a hand on Luke's head for a moment before swiftly removing what remained of his clothes and joining him on the bed. When Luke's eyes fell, he gave him the once-over to assess what sort of fun he could have with the replica without having it interrupted by the need for emergency medical attention. Killing the dreck was not on the top of his list of goals.

A hand went out to run over Luke's neck and check the damage there before he turned and began digging through the drawer below his assortment of collars. ]

[His neck was fine; thankfully that was one of the few things that wasn't poked and prodded at. Luke opened his eyes slightly when he heard Asch rummaging around and swallowed softly, uneasy, before closing his eyes again. He... wasn't going to back down now, even if he could.]

Edited 2009-09-03 20:28 (UTC)

[ Asch turned back to him with sturdy, fur-lined leather collar and slipped it around his neck, securing the buckle loosely. He had chosen this one with Luke's current condition and previous attitude in mind; it was soft and yielding, and unlike the others laying out, it wasn't held in place with a lock. Asch then sat back, perhaps to admire his handiwork or watch for the replica's reaction. ]

[Luke shuddered slightly at the feel of the soft fur, half expecting to hear the sound of a lock. When none came, he opened his eyes slightly, hand going curiously to finger the forgein new addition. His gaze turned up to him after a moment, still curious, though a faint smile tugged at his lips.]

I trust that will keep your protesting to a minimum?

[ Asch's own mouth quirked up at the corners and he leaned down to cover his mouth roughly, a hand moving to cover the one of Luke's pawing his accessory. There was still the option of chaining him to the wall, if just for the thrill it brought, yet seeing him stark naked and collared did plenty for his libido. ]

[Luke's reply was cut off before he could give it, a soft sound of surprise coming out of him because of the rough kiss instead. His hand twisted in Asch's grasp, letting it be taken away from the collar in favor of threading his fingers through his instead.]

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Bedtime~ |D

Aw, night, night~

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Damn LJ; it's not sending notifs. >>;

lmao, same here. <<;

And... now it works. wtfhell LJ. :|

Must be rush hour with kids getting home from school. :|

Actually, I think they were adding features.