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[A not so new face to the city but certainly a new occupant. Have a oddly Victorian looking Luke walking in confusion through the streets. Could be because he was expecting to step out into the court of the castle and not into the middle of a city! Still this was nothing like the streets of London at all. This place... it looked unreal. The most astounding to him was the industrial touches... basically electricity! What magic was this? Taking the cross bow off his belt he starts to load it before letting out a frustrated growl when the trigger slips and the arrow stabs into the ground.]

Oh, bugger all! You were supposed to fix this bloody trigger, Guy.

[He mutters in a distinct English accent and tries loading the cross bow once more.]

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Really? I'm quite comfortable near a cold one myself. [Playful grin and looks to the bed.]

Not very restful standing...

Hmph...

[He scooped him up in his arms, walking him over to the bed and settling him down on it, following quickly behind. His lips brushed lightly against his, a faint growl hovering deep in his throat.]

[Lays back and lets out a warm breath against the chilled lips of his lover. A leg bent up and brushed over the other's side as he fought to stay patient.]

Asch... [Patients already slipping and he places a soft kiss on the lips to encourage him.]

So impatient, love... we were together but a few hours ago...

[He was teasing him, of course; he knew better than anyone that Luke longed for his touches just as much as he longed for his. He leaned forward, capturing his lips in a sound kiss, hands already moving to relieve Luke of his clothing.]

Tch... don't try to act like you're not...

[Blushes faintly at his eagerness being pointed out but it didn't stop him from savoring every touch. Lips parting invitingly and flicking his tongue over his lips.]

[His own lips parted for his precious soul, tongue slipping out to war with Luke's. He fought with it as his hands roamed, taking in ever bit of his lover.]

[Coaxes the Vampires tongue into his own mouth and sucks softly. His own moving over it in a warm greeting and his arms falling submissively to his sides to make the removal of his clothing easier.]

Nn...

[Shivers under the chilled finger tips on his heated skin.]

[Ah, Luke; you made things so easy, and you made him want to devour you so much. He nipped playfully at his tongue as he drew him in, but allowed it, pulling away from him only to get his frilly shirt out of the way.]

[Falls back to the bed once the shirt is pulled off, his lips parted still from the kiss and slightly heavier breathing. He gazes up at Asch through lidded eyes, meeting the almost hypnotic gaze.]

Asch...

Luke...

[His hands trailed over that warm bare chest, touch feather light, but still cold. He had yet to drink that day, after all, and he could hear Luke's blood pounding in his own ears from lust. He would not take from him, at least not yet; he had no desire to kill his soul or lose it any other way. Until they could find one of those blood giving machines like that foppish watcher Luke as so fond of had, he would not feed from him.]

[The skin tingled and his body tingled from the light tickling. They were cold... very cold and he knew it was because he needed blood. Taking one of the cold hands into his, he held it letting the skin warm up some and brought the fingers to his lips.]

You need blood, love...

[softly sucking one between his lips. Playfully flicks his tongue against the digit before withdrawing and kissing his palm.]

[A faint, animalistic growl escaped from Asch as he watched Luke tease and torment his hand.]

Yes, love, but not from you. I will not risk your death without the watcher's machines here to keep you healthy.

[Reaches up to touch his face. Wrist grazing near the Vampire’s mouth as he moves his fingers into his hair.]

Hm... too greedy. Can never just take a little...

[Smiles up at him before leaning up for a kiss.]

[Another faint growl escaped from the vampire.]

Do not tempt me pet...

[Speaking against his lips.]

Mn... but Master Asch...

[Nips his lower lip.]

[The damn little minx. He knew exactly what to say to get what he wanted, and it worked on him every time. He wasn't sure which of them was more of a fool.]

[He reached down, wrapping his thin, cool fingers around his cock, stroking him firmly.]

[A jolt ran through him at that cold touch and he let out a shaky sigh against the chilled lips.] H-ha...

[Licks fondly at his lips as his hands move over his lover's clothes already struggling to work open buttons and bits of lace.]

[Something like a purr escaped from deep in Asch's throat, and he trapped that tongue in his own mouth, sucking on it softly as his hand moved faster for his little love.]

[Manages to get the vest and shirt open at last. Fingers glide over the pale skin, brushing over the nubs and tracing the scars along his torso. Toned, rough and defined... he loved touching him.]

Nm!

[Hips jerk upward when his hand starts to move faster.]

Mm... my lovely pet...

[Jerks him off harder and harder, bringing him close to the brink... before stopping cold. Now, here was the fun part; how he adored making Luke beg.]

Yours...

[Pants and arches under him. That burning feeling starting to build and build until it came to an abrupt halt. He nearly cried out in protest but managed to keep his tone down to a whimper.]

Asch!

[Sounds both annoyed and a little mournful of the missing touches.]

[Asch couldn't keep back the amused chuckle, gently trailing a hand along his inner thigh, coming close to touching, but not quite.]

What is it, my dear little soul?

[His legs open invitingly as the cold touch travels up them. His body giving a shudder when his lover hovers so close to the prize.]

D-Don't be a prat...

[Growls faintly and looks up at Asch through lidded eyes.]

[Asch laughed in spite of himself, pressing a finger firmly against his entrance.]

So demanding...

[Takes a sharp breath when he feels his lover touching the right places again. The child in such an intimate place made him flush a darker shade of red.]

Asch... [Whines softly.]