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[Something's not quite right here, so naturally, it really must be wrong. After all, who just leaves a scrumptious looking triple layer cake with butter cream frosting just sitting on a table in the middle of a street? Certainly not a dorky not-quite-alive replica on the look out for specimens that honestly thinks humans are dumb enough to fall for this. Nope, not at all.]

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[Of course not. Those wings make Asch prettier than he is normally; he wouldn't dream of harming them, intentionally or otherwise.]

[Luke wormed a knee between the original's legs, rubbing him as he had fun with his mouth, his tongue exploring anything he could reach.]

[ Oh good. As much as he despises the things, he's kind of gotten the hint that they're an essential body part now and would very much like to retain them simply for the sake of living. ]

[ That got quite the noise from Asch and his lower half jumped the last couple inches backwards into the building, leaving him all but diving into the kiss. Where's the Make-outs for Dummies book when you need it. ]

[Luke pulled away enough to let out a faint chuckle, before nibbling lightly on Asch's lip.]

Aren't you used to this yet?

That has nothing to do with it...!

[ Somebody's a prude, okay. That and he had more important things to do with his time than jerk off. One could theorize it being a source of his attitude, along with a reason he somewhat playfully snaps at Luke's lips in return. ]

Oh...? Care to enlighten me, then?

[Now he's just playing dirty. He reaches over to one of Asch's wings and starts stroking it lightly.]

[ Has anyone ever told you you're a demonic brat, Luke? Because Asch is this close to doing so. If he wasn't busy fighting to keep said wings still, the damn traitors. ]

No. Quit being so mouthy...

[Oh yes. Repeatedly. He also has a pretty damn good memory, and he knows how much you like this Asch.]

Mm... can't help it. Someone needs to make up for your lack of moaning.

[ Just wait until he finds a cero frying pan or such and smacks that information right out of your head. In the meantime though, he's stuck with half-heartedly shoving at the offending hand while kissing Luke in between snippets of conversation. ]

Then try moaning yourself...!

[Luke chuckled, snuggling against his neck.]

Mm... it's much more fun when you do it.

[And he loves biting you. Did he mention that before? Because right now he's enthusiastically nibbling on Asch's neck, sucking softly at the tender flesh.]

[ It's debatable whether this is more kinky than being in a cage, but it does get a stronger reaction out of Asch; he's a veritable chorus of yelps and protests, with a muted growl scattered between. And that's to say nothing of his squirming. Luke's little birdy would've flown the coop if he didn't have superhuman strength. ]

Only to you. ...and you'd better not leave any marks!

[Asch could probably feel the grin on Luke's face as he pulled away, his tongue slipping out to lap at the area he was biting.]

Too late. Should have spoken sooner.

[ Oh yes, he can. He can feel that grin along with the smug attitude. Which is why he fails to stop and think before smacking the back of Luke's head with all the force he can muster. ]

Damn it--!!

[ If he ever needs to break down a door, he knows whose head he's using for a battering ram. ]

[Dammit, Asch. Quit being so damn cute. You're not supposed to be the cute one.]

[Luke snorted in amusement, giving Asch a placating kiss.]

Mm... I love you.

[ He's not cute, for crying out loud! One of these days he needs to make a list of Rules and Facts, starting with "I am not cute" and "I am not a fucking bird, you stupid dreck". ]

[ Asch doesn't reciprocate right off the bat, still shaking the pain from his sore hand and glaring accusatory daggers. ]

So glad to amuse.

[And the very last rule would be never listen to anything Asch says, because he usually doesn't mean it.]

[Luke just smiled warmly, casually rubbing the knee between the original's legs like it was no big deal.]

I mean it, you know.

[ Only when yelling is involved, for the most part. ]

[ It's one hell of a big deal to Asch; his mind and body are in conflict with each other, one telling him to stay and enjoy himself for once, the other demanding he be sensible and get the hell out of dodge. Choices, choices. ]

...I know you do.

[ Which is a problem in itself to some degree. ]

[Luke smiled, a real genuine smile, kissing Asch briefly, before snuggling up against him.]

[His birdie.]

[ Stop that. Quit being adorable and non-threatening, Luke. It only makes the crazy harder to deal with. ]

[ Though maybe that's not such a bad thing right now. Asch can't claim the company or physical contact is unwelcome, not when he's got both arms wrapped around Luke and is using his head for a pillow. ]

[What? He can still be adorable and non-threatening when he wants to be, and he knows you like it to. Luke smiled at Asch's closeness, snuggling up closer to him.]

Don't let me go this time. Okay?

[ Well, yes, but it's still rather unsettling when that cute face gets all devious and... Dist-y. Yuck. Asch ruffles his feather at that thought. ]

I won't so long as you don't make every inch of my skin red. [ He can feel that hickey, you know. ]

[Luke chuckled.]

As tempting as that is, and as tasty as you are, I much rather you stay pretty.

...I'm not sure whether I'm more disturbed by the fact you consider me "pretty" or tasty. It's a very close call.

[ Asch finally seem to notice the new location and raises a quizzical brow. Just what are you plotting, you fiend? ]

[The fact that he had been two seconds away from ripping your clothes off wasn't a clue?]

Of course you're pretty. You're my angel.

[ Other than the usual. You're supposed to be a creative genius here! ]

[ Even Asch can't find it in him to complain about a compliment like that; not when part of what Luke said has him turning pink. ]

Hmph...

[Luke smiled.]

My stubborn angel that doesn't want to admit he's as wonderful as he is.

[Sorry, he can't help but kiss you when you're being adorable.]