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[ Asch took this kiss slower than their first, frequently breaking contact for small gasps of air before returning to explore other parts with his tongue. Tasting a hint of blood brought back memories both good and bad, and he situated a hand lower on Luke's back to keep them flush together, subconsciously fearing something would get between them. ]

[Nothing got between them, except for the obvious. Luke was something gentle and warm under Asch, soft and giving, letting the original take whatever he wanted. Though he didn't completely give in; he still hung onto Asch's hand, occasionally trying to take back control of the kiss, before allowing him back.]

[ The obvious problem would just have to wait until their hands weren't preoccupied with petty shows of affection or until one of them couldn't take the pressure any longer. Whichever came first. Asch was slowly taking the intricacies of Luke's body -- every groove, every scar; memorizing what made him unique from his own replica.

Stopping once again, Asch pulled back from him to peer at the replica's face. He was still an enigma to him, willingly walking into his clutches and staying there. ]

[Unlike most replicas, this Luke was pretty scared up. Barring the stitches everywhere, there were scars on his arms, legs, and abdomen, though most told the same story; of a man in golden armor that Luke sought to defeat, but Asch didn't need to know of him. Others were from training, or bad encounters with some of the unusual fontech of the city. Either way, he wasn't just a soft and squishy replica, despite how early in the story he's from.]

[Luke took a long draw of breath as Asch pulled away, gazing back up at him, lids have closed and green eyes darkened with want.]

Asch...

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[ Not unsurprisingly, Asch has had more dealings with replicas that were littered with scars than not. His own battered Luke, the one that smelled of smoke, this eager one... Maybe it was a form of narcissism that drove him to seek out those who'd been through as much as he had over the years. ]

I should just make you my toy and keep you here as well...

[ Asch made a point of tugging on the collar, arrogant smirk making a reappearance with Luke damn near begging him. ]

[Luke hesitated at Asch's words, trembling as his collar was tugged at. His hand shaking a bit, he reached up, trailing it along his back and down his side. His voice was soft as he spoke, but he managed to keep it steady.]

I can't guarantee I'll be able to stay here... my place is elsewhere, despite what has happened. But, if I'm here and you want me... I'll be there for you... [he paused, hesitating a moment] ...master.

[ Silence reigned as Asch sat and contemplated the replica, genuinely surprised to hear his declaration of submission. What made this one weaker than the others? He wanted to ask him what made him accepting of this fate? Not that it mattered in the end. He gave himself a shake and tilted Luke's head up, his eyes taking on a predatory light. ]

...then you'll be mine, dreck. To use how and whenever I so please.

[Oh Asch, did you really need to ask why Luke was so much weaker at the moment? He was scared, more scared than he had ever been in his life. He lived through his own death, and then ended up in this place, confronted by the face of someone that had been forced to watch as he died, even if it wasn't the same person. Luke felt so damn broken at the moment, and he needed a reminder that yes, he was very much alive, and there was something that he could feel other than ridiculous pain. He needed to use someone, and needed to be used in turn; who better to do it than someone so willing to?]

...yes.

[ If Luke was looking for a way out of pain, agreeing to be Asch's pet was perhaps not the most sensible of choices. He was anything but kind to those he used; sadistic, even, when his day had been rough or the dreck had done something to enrage him. Domineering over his replica and any others gave him a purpose and reassured him of his own place in life. ]

So be it.

[ Releasing the collar, Asch worked his way out of Luke's grasp to fetch the nearby chain hooked to the wall, securing it in place with a lock and reeling him in for a kiss. ]

[Oh Luke... he never really did have very good judgment, as if this choice didn't make that painfully obvious. He stumbled after the chain awkwardly, letting out a soft alarmed noise. He stumbled into the kiss, but adjusted quickly, a faint blush coming to his face in embarrassment at his fumble.]

[ Obvious to all but himself, it would seem. Asch laughed into their kiss, finding Luke's blunder... adorable, really. Whenever one of the replicas screwed up it only reassured him that they did indeed need someone to act as their master to show them the way. Petting down Luke's front, he made his way to his groin, intentionally skirting around his erection. ]

[Luke flushed harder, embarrassed, but any sound of protest at his laughing quickly died at his touch. He swallowed softly, leaning toward his touch, a faint whimper escaping from him as his erection was flirted with.]

Ah ah.. [ Asch was quick to yank him away by the chain, breaking their kiss to chide him for his transgression. Luke was his now, and as such he wouldn't be allowed to just do whatever he wished. Not without proper punishment, anyways. ]

[Luke let out a confused sound as he was pulled away. He never really did anything like this before, and while he was slightly familiar with the master/slave concept, his inexperience and the fact that he wasn't one to back down anyway led to the confused look he was currently giving the original.]

[ Silly dreck, you had your own servant for years on end, it's not all that different when you get down to it. Hell, Guy even had a collar just the same. Though the fact Luke is more than a little slow shouldn't be new to Asch. He drags a hand up the replica's toned chest muscles, nails leaving thin trails. ]

I don't remember giving you permission to do that.

[Hey, he doesn't have this kind of relationship with Guy! They're totally best friends! Luke hissed softly at the scratches to his chest, his skin trembling under his fingers.]

...I...I'm sorry, master.

[ And Luke here is as straight as an arrow. Riiiiight. Asch taps his chin up, giving him a peck on the corner of his mouth. ]

That's right, pet...

[Luke swallowed, but managed to keep himself from returning it. He... didn't invite him, right? So... no reciprocating unless Asch wanted him to...]

[ For a moment Asch was confused as to why his attentions weren't returned, having forgotten this Luke didn't have all the proper training to know what he was permitted to do. ...though now that he thought about it, it could be kind of fun. Dipping down to his throat, Asch kisses part of his bare skin, then sets to sucking roughly. ]

[Luke gasped loudly; oh god, the neck again! A soft whimper escaped from him as he tilted his head back for Asch. His hands twitched, longing to reach up for Asch, before planting themselves firmly on the bed instead. He... didn't say he could touch him, right...? Dammit, this was confusing.]

[ Asch relishes going for his toys' necks, enjoying the level of vulnerability it puts them in. One little mistake and he could very well make it their last. Not that he would, oh no. They were much more fun alive and well. Until he was certain he'd left a prominent mark, Asch remained latched onto Luke's neck while his hand returned to teasing his cock. ]

[Luke whined softly, his hips lifting off the bed to nudge toward his hand before he could stop himself. He fought to get himself under control, forcing himself back onto the bed, an embarrassed tint coming to his face.]

[ Again he tugged on the chain, tsking the replica's lack of control and taunting him a little longer before wrapping his fingers around Luke's length, giving him a jerk. ]

No pleasing yourself, dreck.

[Luke let out a soft whimper, flinching at the sharp jerk and biting his lip.]

S...sorry, master...

[ Asch hummed and drummed his finger against the tip of his cock as if debating on something. ]

...if you want release, you'll have to please me first.

I wonder what other novelties they'll think up. :o

S-sorry, wanted to throw up something on my journal. XD;;

l-mao that sounds so wrong. XD;;

N-Not like that! XDDD And goddammit, I gotta stop hitting enter like that. >>;;;

XDD; LJ likes messing with us.

Indeed. :|

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/returns from a quick dinner <<;

XD;;; /r-returns from epic post?

XD oh?

Yes, in the Micro post that leads to this. Worst case scenario did happen.

orz POOR LUKE.

Poor Asch too; he had to watch the whole thing.

And here we thought he hated Luke.

Not nearly as much as this guy now. XD

Makes Luke look down right tolerable. XD

Indeeeeeed.

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