[It had definitely been ...explosive. Intense. Exhilarating.
That was the very least he could say about what it had felt like. The man had left him there; and, somehow... he didn't even care. All he could do was stare at the ceiling, eyes still somewhat glazed over. His face, no longer as red as it had been, had a look of stunned pleasure still written there. Needless to say, at that moment, he was completely unable to hate the guy who just left...
Then, he blinked, appearing to come out of the vampire's spell. Luke now looked a tad bit confused. What the hell... just happened. Slowly, he moved a hand to his forehead, his face turning a bit red, again (in spite of his more-than-just-slight loss of blood). As though confirming that the incident had actually happened, his other hand moves to his neck. Immediately, a shiver moved throughout his body upon touching it.]
[If Luke has his wits about him at all, he'll hear Asch before he sees him. The other redhead is stomping his way through the halls, looking for a replica who's about to get a piece of his mind.
It's a good thing his clothes are loose at the waist. Sweet Lorelei, but he would have thought the idiot at least had enough of a mind to keep his trysts to himself. The intrusion of pleasure into their connection had been unwarned for and most definitely unwanted.
So when he does finally find Luke, still looking doped up and without a trace of the person who caused it? Yeah, he's pretty livid.]
Get up, you absolute embarrassment of a replica.
[You've got about as long as it takes for him to say this next sentence, Luke, because afterwards he's dragging you.]
And next time, at least have the decency to do it in a bed where I don't have to come clean you off the floor.
[Fortunately, he does notice Asch coming--unfortunately, his body does not want to listen. He's blinking as the other redhead comes in. Wait. What's Asch doing here? Suddenly, he realizes something. Some very important detail that causes his heart to practically leap from his chest. N-No way...
Lorelei, he had really hoped he had been imagining that part.
Great. He survived a vampire's attack, only to be murdered by Asch, instead. Suddenly, commands were being thrown his way, but he barely had time to open his mouth. Asch was suddenly speaking, again. Well, that... was unnecessary. He started to say something about it, but...
Well, it looked like Asch was going to continue being impatient, as usual. Luke was being snatched up, and with a slight frown--mixed with remnants of the "spell" from earlier.]
[It's lucky that dragging Luke behind him gives Asch an excuse to not look at his replica, because to be sure, not all of the flush on his face is from rage. Asch grabs Luke's arm roughly and pulls him along, not giving the other redhead much of a chance to get his feet under him.]
And clearly your defective brain can't even process what's going on right now. Come on. You're coming to my room and taking a shower right now, if you can manage to not drown in it.
[He's certainly being prolific with the insults today, isn't he? Good thing Asch's room is not, in fact, very far away.]
[Damn it, at least let his legs regain the ability to walk, Asch! The redhead stumbles more than just a couple of times, before he finally manages to catch his balance. He is glaring at the back of Asch's head, now. Sweet, Asch. Real Sweet.]
Look, I'm fine now. Just let me go back to my room.
[He would rather be alone, now that the realization of everything has finally begun to hit him. The spell is gone, and he's just... embarrassed. As if his body is looking for more ways to simply... make him look stupid, he stumbles. Damn it, legs, stop doing that.]
[Way to state the obvious, Asch. And Luke isn't going to get a chance to go to his room, because they've already arrived at his original's and Asch has yanked the door open so hard it just about slams into the wall. He pulls Luke in and slams it shut - no escape now.
But he does release Luke's arm, at least, and realizes maybe a little too late that yelling is not the way to not attract attention to whatever happened to turn his replica into an even more defective lump of flesh than usual. His voice, instead, is an angry hiss.]
[The replica gives a look of 'yeah, okay, so there's that' to the back of Asch's head. The expression relaxes into a light frown at seeing where they are.
... Damn.
He lets out a defeated sigh, before being practically snatched into the room. Upon being released, he abruptly reaches out to hold his balance via the wall next to him. Asch's question earns a frown as he looks away, his face reddening a bit.]
I was checking out this room, when a guy with red hair walked in. He shut the door, and... Well, he was really powerful. I just remember... being pretty much useless against him. Next thing I knew I was being... bitten... a-and...
[Well, Asch should have a nice idea of what happened next, already engraved into his mind. Luke looks at Asch for a moment, his eyes somewhat drifting downwards, before snatching to the floor.]
I didn't mean to leave it... open ...by the way. [His face would probably be incredibly red if not for anemia, right now.] The link, I mean. I just... wasn't in control of anything. He didn't even actually... you know... [He somewhat really hopes Asch knows what he's talking about. He doesn't want to have to say it, considering... well... this whole ordeal is kind of weird and embarrassing. The guy didn't even touch him. Not once. Yet...]
[Well, the injury does look like a bite, so that part of the story checks out. And if Luke was really overpowered, well, Asch can't exactly hold that against him either. Asch growls under his breath, no real words, and hikes off to the bathroom.
There's the sound of water running and stopping, and then he comes back with a wet rag in hand that he promptly thrusts at Luke.]
Here. Clean up that neck, I'll find you something to wear.
[He blinks, feeling slightly relieved at that response. Closing his eyes he touched near the bite mark, the faint shiver returning. Damn it, when would that go away...? He opens his eyes when he hears water turn on, then off. The rag is thrust at him and he immediately reaches out to take it.]
... Thanks.
[He pauses to look at rag with a hesitant expression that says 'eh heh yeah about that'. Still, he needs to clean it...so...
He abruptly presses it against his neck, over the bite. Somehow that seems like a better idea than lightly touching it. It's not. He tenses and clenches his teeth against the sound attempting to escape. Nope, that's not happening. Lowering the rag, he could feel his face heat just a tiny bit.]
[Fortunately for Luke, Asch is turned away when Luke makes the attempt at cleaning the wound. Less fortunately, when he turns back around, with a few of his own clothes piled into his arms, Luke is still blushing.
On the other hand, he's prone to misinterpreting it.]
Don't look at me like that. It's not like you have anything I haven't already seen.
[He blinks at the words, before his brow furrows a bit. Wait. So... oh. He looks to the side, the faint color refusing to fade. Asch does have a point. But...]
Ah... well. That's true, I guess.
[...it's still somehow awkward, and he isn't too sure why.]
[Look, Luke, either you can take the pants off or -
Or Asch could notice that you haven't finished cleaning up your neck.]
Incompetent.
[He drops the clothes on the end of the bed next to his replica and snatches the rag out of Luke's hands, then roughly pushes Luke's head forward in order to clean up that neck wound himself. Oops?]
tmw you don't have an icon for a certain situation. oh well.
[His eyes widen as the rag is snatched; and, before Luke has a chance to say anything, a hand is shooting out to grab at the wrist holding the rag. There is an almost whimper of a sound escaping as fingertips dig in, eyes snap shut, and his body appearing ready to drop to the floor.
In spite of the grip, he isn't actually making an attempt to pull Asch's wrist away; though, after a couple of seconds his eyes open and he gives Asch a fierce look of confused... well... pleasure--because, as confusing as it is, it does feel good.]
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[He pauses when Luke grabs his wrist and - oh. welp. That is unexpected but almost explains quite a bit.
Asch growls under his breath, pulls Luke's fingers off his wrist (because his replica's grip is flaccid even if something else isn't), and finishes the ob as quickly as possible.]
[When Asch pulls the rag away, Luke has to reach out to catch himself from falling forward.
Eyes widened, he stares at the floor, eyes landing on the physical evidence of just how much... his own body had enjoyed what Asch did just then.
This is ... a tad bit more than simply awkward. Thank goodness his pants are somewhat loose-fitting. Otherwise it would be awkward and uncomfortable. Oh... he's still holding onto Asch.
Way to make it even less awkward, Luke. Good job. Really.]
[Don't worry, Luke, your original is still sitting here with the one you gave him from earlier. Bless you, Order of Lorelei, for your tunic'd uniform. Presumably Asch isn't the first person with this problem and won't be the last.
Once he's certain that Luke won't fall on his face, Asch pushes his replica off and hastily puts the clean clothes into his hands - Luke's on his own as far as pants since Asch wears tights under his tunic, but there's underwear and a long-sleeved undershirt there.]
Hurry up so we can pretend like this never happened.
[He stumbles backwards just a bit, but easily manages to regain his balance. After accepting the clothes, he pauses for a moment. The shirt isn't a problem; so, naturally, he's starting with that. Once off, he slips into fresh shirt.
... About removing the pants, though. Luke might have a slight issue with taking those off in front of Asch--mainly because of a certain something that he doesn't want Asch seeing out in the open.
So he's going to head to the bathroom to do that. Slowly, since walking is difficult with certain things hindering it.]
[Yes, because Asch is an idiot who missed how Luke was just about moaning, there. The comment goes after Luke as he proceeds into the bathroom - ]
I'm not blind.
[ - But if Luke is going to insist on privacy, Asch will let him have it. When Luke comes back out, he'll find his shirt and coat hung on a hook near the door, and Asch's tabard hung on the next one. The original himself is sitting crosslegged on the bed, because that's the least uncomfortable position right now, and brushing his hair.]
[It's not that he thinks Asch missed it, really. Really, Luke's just awkward like that. Still, though. He didn't so far as to shut the door, or anything. He simply made it so there was some level of privacy there.
When he comes out of the bathroom, he blinks at how Asch is sitting.
... Yeah, Luke may be labeled 'idiot', but... Asch doesn't exactly sit like that for the enjoyment of it. So have a slightly suspicious stare, Asch.]
[It's the tone that carries all the meaning here, really. "Yeah, I have a bulge in my pants, and it's your fault, so stop staring." Other than looking up at Luke, Asch doesn't move.]
What did you think would happen when you left the connection open?
[He might be asshole incarnate, but Asch is only human.]
[His eyebrows lift a tiny bit before his face turns a little red. Eye darting to the side a moment, he moves a hand to the back of his head. Maybe he got the hidden message within the tone.]
... R-right.
[He walks to the opposite side of the bed and sits down. Somewhat mimicking Asch's sitting position, he looks down a moment.]
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That was the very least he could say about what it had felt like. The man had left him there; and, somehow... he didn't even care. All he could do was stare at the ceiling, eyes still somewhat glazed over. His face, no longer as red as it had been, had a look of stunned pleasure still written there. Needless to say, at that moment, he was completely unable to hate the guy who just left...
Then, he blinked, appearing to come out of the vampire's spell. Luke now looked a tad bit confused. What the hell... just happened. Slowly, he moved a hand to his forehead, his face turning a bit red, again (in spite of his more-than-just-slight loss of blood). As though confirming that the incident had actually happened, his other hand moves to his neck. Immediately, a shiver moved throughout his body upon touching it.]
Wh...what the hell...?
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It's a good thing his clothes are loose at the waist. Sweet Lorelei, but he would have thought the idiot at least had enough of a mind to keep his trysts to himself. The intrusion of pleasure into their connection had been unwarned for and most definitely unwanted.
So when he does finally find Luke, still looking doped up and without a trace of the person who caused it? Yeah, he's pretty livid.]
Get up, you absolute embarrassment of a replica.
[You've got about as long as it takes for him to say this next sentence, Luke, because afterwards he's dragging you.]
And next time, at least have the decency to do it in a bed where I don't have to come clean you off the floor.
ha ha that is awesome...
Lorelei, he had really hoped he had been imagining that part.
Great. He survived a vampire's attack, only to be murdered by Asch, instead. Suddenly, commands were being thrown his way, but he barely had time to open his mouth. Asch was suddenly speaking, again. Well, that... was unnecessary. He started to say something about it, but...
Well, it looked like Asch was going to continue being impatient, as usual. Luke was being snatched up, and with a slight frown--mixed with remnants of the "spell" from earlier.]
H-hey..!
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And clearly your defective brain can't even process what's going on right now. Come on. You're coming to my room and taking a shower right now, if you can manage to not drown in it.
[He's certainly being prolific with the insults today, isn't he? Good thing Asch's room is not, in fact, very far away.]
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Look, I'm fine now. Just let me go back to my room.
[He would rather be alone, now that the realization of everything has finally begun to hit him. The spell is gone, and he's just... embarrassed. As if his body is looking for more ways to simply... make him look stupid, he stumbles. Damn it, legs, stop doing that.]
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[Way to state the obvious, Asch. And Luke isn't going to get a chance to go to his room, because they've already arrived at his original's and Asch has yanked the door open so hard it just about slams into the wall. He pulls Luke in and slams it shut - no escape now.
But he does release Luke's arm, at least, and realizes maybe a little too late that yelling is not the way to not attract attention to whatever happened to turn his replica into an even more defective lump of flesh than usual. His voice, instead, is an angry hiss.]
What the hell did you even do?
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... Damn.
He lets out a defeated sigh, before being practically snatched into the room. Upon being released, he abruptly reaches out to hold his balance via the wall next to him. Asch's question earns a frown as he looks away, his face reddening a bit.]
I was checking out this room, when a guy with red hair walked in. He shut the door, and... Well, he was really powerful. I just remember... being pretty much useless against him. Next thing I knew I was being... bitten... a-and...
[Well, Asch should have a nice idea of what happened next, already engraved into his mind. Luke looks at Asch for a moment, his eyes somewhat drifting downwards, before snatching to the floor.]
I didn't mean to leave it... open ...by the way. [His face would probably be incredibly red if not for anemia, right now.] The link, I mean. I just... wasn't in control of anything. He didn't even actually... you know... [He somewhat really hopes Asch knows what he's talking about. He doesn't want to have to say it, considering... well... this whole ordeal is kind of weird and embarrassing. The guy didn't even touch him. Not once. Yet...]
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There's the sound of water running and stopping, and then he comes back with a wet rag in hand that he promptly thrusts at Luke.]
Here. Clean up that neck, I'll find you something to wear.
[Luckily they wear the same size of underwear?]
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... Thanks.
[He pauses to look at rag with a hesitant expression that says 'eh heh yeah about that'. Still, he needs to clean it...so...
He abruptly presses it against his neck, over the bite. Somehow that seems like a better idea than lightly touching it. It's not. He tenses and clenches his teeth against the sound attempting to escape. Nope, that's not happening. Lowering the rag, he could feel his face heat just a tiny bit.]
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On the other hand, he's prone to misinterpreting it.]
Don't look at me like that. It's not like you have anything I haven't already seen.
[Because replicas, replicas is why.]
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Ah... well. That's true, I guess.
[...it's still somehow awkward, and he isn't too sure why.]
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Or Asch could notice that you haven't finished cleaning up your neck.]
Incompetent.
[He drops the clothes on the end of the bed next to his replica and snatches the rag out of Luke's hands, then roughly pushes Luke's head forward in order to clean up that neck wound himself. Oops?]
tmw you don't have an icon for a certain situation. oh well.
In spite of the grip, he isn't actually making an attempt to pull Asch's wrist away; though, after a couple of seconds his eyes open and he gives Asch a fierce look of confused... well... pleasure--because, as confusing as it is, it does feel good.]
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Asch growls under his breath, pulls Luke's fingers off his wrist (because his replica's grip is flaccid even if something else isn't), and finishes the ob as quickly as possible.]
There. Done.
[Please be regaining your senses now.]
... it's adorable. XD
Eyes widened, he stares at the floor, eyes landing on the physical evidence of just how much... his own body had enjoyed what Asch did just then.
This is ... a tad bit more than simply awkward. Thank goodness his pants are somewhat loose-fitting. Otherwise it would be awkward and uncomfortable. Oh... he's still holding onto Asch.
Way to make it even less awkward, Luke.
Good job. Really.]asch being adorable
Once he's certain that Luke won't fall on his face, Asch pushes his replica off and hastily puts the clean clothes into his hands - Luke's on his own as far as pants since Asch wears tights under his tunic, but there's underwear and a long-sleeved undershirt there.]
Hurry up so we can pretend like this never happened.
... asch is always adorable. :|
... About removing the pants, though. Luke might have a slight issue with taking those off in front of Asch--mainly because of a certain something that he doesn't want Asch seeing out in the open.
So he's going to head to the bathroom to do that. Slowly, since walking is difficult with certain things hindering it.]
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I'm not blind.
[ - But if Luke is going to insist on privacy, Asch will let him have it. When Luke comes back out, he'll find his shirt and coat hung on a hook near the door, and Asch's tabard hung on the next one. The original himself is sitting crosslegged on the bed, because that's the least uncomfortable position right now, and brushing his hair.]
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When he comes out of the bathroom, he blinks at how Asch is sitting.
... Yeah, Luke may be labeled 'idiot', but... Asch doesn't exactly sit like that for the enjoyment of it. So have a slightly suspicious stare, Asch.]
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[It's the tone that carries all the meaning here, really. "Yeah, I have a bulge in my pants, and it's your fault, so stop staring." Other than looking up at Luke, Asch doesn't move.]
What did you think would happen when you left the connection open?
[He might be asshole incarnate, but Asch is only human.]
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Maybe he got the hidden message within the tone.]... R-right.
[He walks to the opposite side of the bed and sits down. Somewhat mimicking Asch's sitting position, he looks down a moment.]
Sorry.
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[Yeah, because he was going to be so capable of that. Maybe a warning would be better.]
Get the clothes back to me sometime in the next few days, you don't get to keep them.
[And now a look that says "why are you still here?" because Asch is a dickbag.]