[Tales of the Abyss] But for Your Pitiful Eyes (2/?)
Title: But for Your Pitiful Eyes (2/?)
Author: Josie (artistjosie)
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Luke and Asch, predominantly; mentions of and some interaction with most everyone else, however.
Pairing: AschxLuke
Genre: Dark/Angst
Warnings: A fair amount of abuse ... er. And chained!Luke, I guess, if that needs a warning. ... and sex. Again, if that needs a warning. And, no, in spite of how it may seem, Asch will not rape Luke. Josie is not down with that. Although Luke's consent when that time comes may seem dubious ...
Spoilers? In this part, only if you've never been to the Desert Oasis; later, only if you've never been to Yulia City.
Summary: How much can a person take before the breaking point? When Luke falls into the God-General Asch's hands, his limits are tested as he's forced to pay for his crime of daring to draw his sword against him, amongst many others.
Backlink: Part 1
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It had been two days, and he'd been left to his thoughts. Not a single soul had entered the room since his unnerving initial encounter with Asch the Bloody within its walls, and his only real method of acknowledging the passage of time was that he had seen the sun had set and rise twice since he'd been chained. It was a strange position to be in, he decided. It was, oddly, not entirely uncomfortable (which surprised and even frightened him), with the exception of the current deadness of his arms as they were suspended from the ceiling. Which, in itself, was curious; Asch had also, inexplicably, left a fair amount of room between his back and the wall, the reason to which he couldn't even fathom. But he wasn't particularly uncomfortable, even if he couldn't lie down or rest his head back against the wall. In fact, if anything, he was seated almost too comfortably on the floor, and the only real point of disgruntlement about that position was that it wasn't a particularly warm floor to be seated on, particularly since he was still largely unclothed. But even that could be waved off.
So he sat there, hanging forward just a bit most of the time, glancing over at the door from time to time - he'd fought down the wish that it might open and someone might come to relieve him of his solitary confinement, because he was certain that the only person who would enter the room was the one he didn't want to see - and remaining trapped in his thoughts.
"I'm not letting you go."
The words came back to him unbidden, and he cringed at them. There had been something in the other redhead's voice that had sent the most terrifying chill through his spine.
He licked at his lower lip, wincing as his tongue ran over the cut from Asch's backhand. Thankfully, the bleeding had stopped not long after he'd been abandoned, although he knew that a fair amount must have dried to his face - there really was no way for him to know just how much or how little, unfortunately. His head dropped forward and he listlessly watched his hair tumble to graze the floor, swaying back and forth for a few moments before settling down into a sad-looking near-heap before him. Pitiful. Probably not unlike himself right then.
Aah ... I have to get out of here! Lazily, he tugged his arms a bit towards himself, succeeding, as always, in doing nothing more than simply rattling the chains. Lifting his gaze, he stared through his hair at his bound left wrist, frowning in disapproval. This sucks. How long are they going to keep me like this? When the hell is everyone else going to get here to stop them? ... I want to go home ...
Vaguely, he recognized the creaking of the door opening as he allowed his head to drop once again. He figured that it couldn't be much when the door closed shortly after, until he heard footsteps coming towards him. Green eyes opened, but he didn't raise his head, leaving him to stare at a pair of dark boots; a soft groan escaped his throat.
Yet there was silence, which took him off-guard. Asch's return was something that he'd been inwardly dreading, and yet it was oddly uneventful at the moment. His breath caught, almost as though he felt that breathing would cause something to break and then send the situation spiraling further out of control that it already was, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to tempt fate that badly. But even as that idea floated through his head, he felt gloved fingers close over his own before his hand was pulled up slightly. A quick glance upwards showed him that the young general was studying his wrist, though he couldn't fathom why. Still, he remained silent. Still, he refused to tempt anything. He was sure his answers would come in time, anyway, whether he wanted them or not.
And, sure enough, Asch did not disappoint in that regard. He emitted a censorious grunt as he released Luke's hand and let it fall back into place. "Trying to cut yourself?" he asked calmly, reaching down to tilt Luke's head up so that he could take a look at him. A soft 'tisk' followed this movement as he pushed some of his hair back and eyed the blood on his chin.
Don't touch me. He didn't speak a word, just narrowed his eyes in a glare before pulling his head back and turning his face away.
That did nothing to deter his captor. Instead, he simply moved his hand to Luke's cheek and turned his head back, lifting his face once more so that he could search for something there.
For his part, Luke refused to look up into Asch's eyes. He didn't want to see whatever might be found there, didn't want to know what kind of plans the general had for him. So he kept his gaze averted and did his very best to keep his breathing as calm and as even as humanly possible; his efforts were rewarded with an amused chuckle from his captor, however, and that took him off guard just enough that he glanced over in confusion.
Which was the worst mistake he could have made. The moment that his eyes met their counterpart, he found himself frozen, unable to look away again. It wasn't that he didn't want to or anything of that sort. There was just something about the look in Asch's eyes that left him transfixed, something that he couldn't help but staring into. And when he finally realized that he was, in fact, staring into those eyes, he tried to pull back, realizing too late that the chains wouldn't allow him to.
Asch's other hand moved to Luke's other cheek, holding his head in place with surprisingly little force as he leaned closer, making sure to not break eye contact. Their breath mingled, and Luke supposed that it could have been considered a shared moment of intimacy, if it had been anyone else and had the situation been different. Even still, he could almost taste Asch with each breath that he drew, if only faintly, and the fact that it didn't revolt him outright left him feeling rather disturbed.
And then he winced as fierce, white-hot pain lanced through his skull, causing him to cry out. I'd say it's time to commence your training now. Asch smirked triumphantly when Luke clenched his eyes shut and thrashed his head from side to side, hair flaring out with each rough turn. Mm, it hurts, does it? He let out a bitter laugh as his captive whimpered softly and tried in vain to pull his arms to his head.
"What ... what are you ... doing to me ...?" He tried to sound demanding, but there was no conviction to his words as he shuddered involuntarily and whimpered once again before pleading, "St-stop ..."
How pathetic. Asch leaned closer still, biting lightly at Luke's lower lip. And after you claimed last time that you hadn't given up. Really, is this all that it takes to send you screaming?
He cried out again as another flash of pain washed over him; something wasn't right. There was no reason that he should have heard the other boy's voice in his head, no way that it should have happened, but there it was, causing those same headaches he had dealt with so very frequently for the past seven years. Once again, he tugged at the chains, trying to curl up, and once again, he could do nothing. "P-ple ... please ... I ... why are ... you ..." He wasn't used to it; he'd never really tried to talk through one of his 'episodes' before, opting always to just wait for them to pass before attempting anything, and they'd never really lasted quite so long before, but this time it seemed that it was being completely triggered by whatever it was that Asch was doing to him, and something told him that it wouldn't stop until the God-General was finished with him. So he tried in spite of how terribly it hurt and how difficult it was to concentrate on forming the words; each sound that passed his lips made him cringe a bit more in self-loathing for how weak he was starting to sound.
Hmph. I can't believe I thought this would be worthwhile. The words drew another whimper from Luke as he could have sworn that something was driving a freshly-sharpened pike through his mind now. He leaned forward slightly, resting his forehead against Asch's - a faint whisper of thought questioned if the action was truly a good idea, but it barely registered to him - as he closed his eyes. He didn't know, in that position, the way that his captor's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Please ..." he whispered, pouring every last ounce of concentration that he could manage to scrounge up into forming and speaking his words. "It hurts ... please, I'll ... anything ..."
Now that is promising, Asch's voice purred into his head, earning another whimper out of Luke and a victorious smirk out of the general as he closed his eyes as well. His attention began to focus within, prodding Luke's mind almost viciously and reveling, to some degree, in how he could feel the trapped noble youth squirm. Go on and beg all you'd like. It's not like it will do you any good. He smirked feeling Luke writhe again before applying a little more pressure in his mind.
Green eyes shot open suddenly as Luke gasped, back arching and forcing his arms to pull at the chains, his body pressing against the God-General's in the process.
But, really, I don't need you telling me that you'll do anything to get me to stop. You'd do anything I want you to, regardless, dreck; you have no choice there.
He was panting as more pressure was applied to the same point in his mind, a soft, needy whimper breaking out from his lips; somehow, the pain that he had felt was being overwritten by inexplicable pleasure that he couldn't even begin to comprehend. He pressed forward a bit further, trying to get closer, to feel more. Something inside of him was demanding that he get as close to Asch as he could manage, telling him that he needed the other boy's touch, that he would go insane without it. Something inside of him begged for more. Why am I ...? I've ... never ... he's ... he's ... He emitted a low moan as one of Asch's gloved hands traveled down his body, teasingly slow, cheeks burning in a mixture of his shame and desire. "Don't ... a-ah! I ..." What is he doing to me?
He couldn't see anymore, his eyes unable to focus as he pressed forward again into the slow strokes of Asch's fingers against his abdomen - Luke had never imagined that such a simple touch could make him so deliciously aroused - and whispering incoherent pleas for more. His legs spread unconsciously, and he felt the young general slide a little closer, settling between them, even if the action didn't register properly to his currently addled mind. Yes ... he pleaded internally. Please, it feels so good when you ...
Hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses were applied to his throat, causing him to shiver in delight. His legs wrapped around the other boy's waist, a desperate attempt to draw him closer, to keep him there. Teeth grazed his skin roughly, a burning tongue following shortly after, and Luke whimpered once again, his legs tightening their hold around Asch's waist as his body pressed further forward, his arms almost straining as he was pulled further and further away from the position of the chains.
Gloved hands held bare hips, stroking the sensitive skin lightly as Asch took another bite at his neck, harder than the first; this time, he didn't bother to follow any harsh treatment with a lick. His captive squirmed, firm ass rubbing enticingly against him, and he smirked against his neck; everything was going exactly how he'd imagined it would. Not as though it was surprising in the least. After all, Luke had never really been given attention of this sort, so his first real encounter with it would all-too-easily be extremely overwhelming.
You want it, don't you? His hands grabbed Luke's ass, squeezing his cheeks as he did so; the action caused another gasp from his helpless captive. Everything I do to you, you'll be begging for.
Luke flushed at that, moaning again as he felt another crushing wave of pleasure; there was a tension building in his thighs, and he felt his entire body quivering as he became almost impossibly harder. He tried to thrust against his captor, whimpering in need, gasping in breaths that were increasingly harder and harder to come by as his head thrashed back and forth. He needed something, anything, and absolutely nothing was enough; even Asch's touch wasn't sating him any longer as he tried his very hardest to tighten the hold his legs had on the other's waist, a vain attempt to draw him closer. His hips ground hard against the other boy's body, and still, it wasn't giving him the friction that he so desperately craved.
For his part, Asch did bring one hand to Luke's almost painful erection; the tips of his fingers, still enshrouded by a glove, danced along its length in almost feather-light, fully-maddening caresses. He drank in the boy's whimpers, gasps, moans, and still-incoherent pleas for more. His thumb rubbed against Luke's tip, hard enough to garner a sharp intake of breath and moan before Luke emitted a low, keening near-wail that was quickly cut off as Asch pressed their lips together, forcing his tongue into Luke's mouth in a kiss that was all-too-eagerly accepted. His hand closed around the noble boy's shaft, giving him one hard, quick pump before stopping his movements. The response to this - another near-wail, muffled this time, and Luke thrusting into his motionless hand helplessly - was just what he expected. A smirk as he broke their kiss, and Asch removed his hand.
"Please ..." Luke wanted to scream at the tears pricking in his eyes and the weakness in his voice, even as he tried his hardest to press closer still. What is happening to me ...? Why do I ... why do I want him to do this to me?! I'm not ... I can't give into him. I can't!
Luke's thoughts were met with mocking laughter as Asch pulled his other hand away, leaning back just enough so that he could study the boy whose body was clinging to his so desperately. "Aren't you just the perfect whore?" His grin became vicious when a pair of green eyes finally refocused on him as Luke snapped out of his blissful reverie and bared his teeth in a snarl.
"You won't get away with this! Let me go!"
Now he was just amused; Luke's reactions certainly didn't disappoint him in the slightest, at least. "Won't get away with this, is it?" he asked, leaning just a touch closer. He felt his captive twitch a bit, legs reflexively tightening around his waist momentarily. His voice carried the dark, threatening quality that had nearly stopped the other redhead's heart in fear just days earlier. "Do you really think that I haven't already?"
I haven't ... he thought helplessly, closing his eyes against the ashamed tears that welled up again. He didn't mind quite so much when he felt them fall down his face. "I haven't given up, you bastard ...!"
"How interesting." His tone said that it was anything but, of course, as Asch slowly extricated himself from the makeshift prison of Luke's grasp. Standing, he raised an eyebrow, surveying the other boy once again. "It won't last, you know. Your bravado. It will fall as quickly and easily as you yourself have," he told him, almost in warning. "You're already powerless to fight me, after all. It's only a matter of time before you shatter and are completely mine."
"Like hell!"
A bitter chuckle. "Indeed." And, with that, the young general turned and left the room, his captive forced to remain gasping for breath and wishing for release.
"... like hell ..."
Author: Josie (artistjosie)
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Luke and Asch, predominantly; mentions of and some interaction with most everyone else, however.
Pairing: AschxLuke
Genre: Dark/Angst
Warnings: A fair amount of abuse ... er. And chained!Luke, I guess, if that needs a warning. ... and sex. Again, if that needs a warning. And, no, in spite of how it may seem, Asch will not rape Luke. Josie is not down with that. Although Luke's consent when that time comes may seem dubious ...
Spoilers? In this part, only if you've never been to the Desert Oasis; later, only if you've never been to Yulia City.
Summary: How much can a person take before the breaking point? When Luke falls into the God-General Asch's hands, his limits are tested as he's forced to pay for his crime of daring to draw his sword against him, amongst many others.
Backlink: Part 1
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It had been two days, and he'd been left to his thoughts. Not a single soul had entered the room since his unnerving initial encounter with Asch the Bloody within its walls, and his only real method of acknowledging the passage of time was that he had seen the sun had set and rise twice since he'd been chained. It was a strange position to be in, he decided. It was, oddly, not entirely uncomfortable (which surprised and even frightened him), with the exception of the current deadness of his arms as they were suspended from the ceiling. Which, in itself, was curious; Asch had also, inexplicably, left a fair amount of room between his back and the wall, the reason to which he couldn't even fathom. But he wasn't particularly uncomfortable, even if he couldn't lie down or rest his head back against the wall. In fact, if anything, he was seated almost too comfortably on the floor, and the only real point of disgruntlement about that position was that it wasn't a particularly warm floor to be seated on, particularly since he was still largely unclothed. But even that could be waved off.
So he sat there, hanging forward just a bit most of the time, glancing over at the door from time to time - he'd fought down the wish that it might open and someone might come to relieve him of his solitary confinement, because he was certain that the only person who would enter the room was the one he didn't want to see - and remaining trapped in his thoughts.
"I'm not letting you go."
The words came back to him unbidden, and he cringed at them. There had been something in the other redhead's voice that had sent the most terrifying chill through his spine.
He licked at his lower lip, wincing as his tongue ran over the cut from Asch's backhand. Thankfully, the bleeding had stopped not long after he'd been abandoned, although he knew that a fair amount must have dried to his face - there really was no way for him to know just how much or how little, unfortunately. His head dropped forward and he listlessly watched his hair tumble to graze the floor, swaying back and forth for a few moments before settling down into a sad-looking near-heap before him. Pitiful. Probably not unlike himself right then.
Aah ... I have to get out of here! Lazily, he tugged his arms a bit towards himself, succeeding, as always, in doing nothing more than simply rattling the chains. Lifting his gaze, he stared through his hair at his bound left wrist, frowning in disapproval. This sucks. How long are they going to keep me like this? When the hell is everyone else going to get here to stop them? ... I want to go home ...
Vaguely, he recognized the creaking of the door opening as he allowed his head to drop once again. He figured that it couldn't be much when the door closed shortly after, until he heard footsteps coming towards him. Green eyes opened, but he didn't raise his head, leaving him to stare at a pair of dark boots; a soft groan escaped his throat.
Yet there was silence, which took him off-guard. Asch's return was something that he'd been inwardly dreading, and yet it was oddly uneventful at the moment. His breath caught, almost as though he felt that breathing would cause something to break and then send the situation spiraling further out of control that it already was, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to tempt fate that badly. But even as that idea floated through his head, he felt gloved fingers close over his own before his hand was pulled up slightly. A quick glance upwards showed him that the young general was studying his wrist, though he couldn't fathom why. Still, he remained silent. Still, he refused to tempt anything. He was sure his answers would come in time, anyway, whether he wanted them or not.
And, sure enough, Asch did not disappoint in that regard. He emitted a censorious grunt as he released Luke's hand and let it fall back into place. "Trying to cut yourself?" he asked calmly, reaching down to tilt Luke's head up so that he could take a look at him. A soft 'tisk' followed this movement as he pushed some of his hair back and eyed the blood on his chin.
Don't touch me. He didn't speak a word, just narrowed his eyes in a glare before pulling his head back and turning his face away.
That did nothing to deter his captor. Instead, he simply moved his hand to Luke's cheek and turned his head back, lifting his face once more so that he could search for something there.
For his part, Luke refused to look up into Asch's eyes. He didn't want to see whatever might be found there, didn't want to know what kind of plans the general had for him. So he kept his gaze averted and did his very best to keep his breathing as calm and as even as humanly possible; his efforts were rewarded with an amused chuckle from his captor, however, and that took him off guard just enough that he glanced over in confusion.
Which was the worst mistake he could have made. The moment that his eyes met their counterpart, he found himself frozen, unable to look away again. It wasn't that he didn't want to or anything of that sort. There was just something about the look in Asch's eyes that left him transfixed, something that he couldn't help but staring into. And when he finally realized that he was, in fact, staring into those eyes, he tried to pull back, realizing too late that the chains wouldn't allow him to.
Asch's other hand moved to Luke's other cheek, holding his head in place with surprisingly little force as he leaned closer, making sure to not break eye contact. Their breath mingled, and Luke supposed that it could have been considered a shared moment of intimacy, if it had been anyone else and had the situation been different. Even still, he could almost taste Asch with each breath that he drew, if only faintly, and the fact that it didn't revolt him outright left him feeling rather disturbed.
And then he winced as fierce, white-hot pain lanced through his skull, causing him to cry out. I'd say it's time to commence your training now. Asch smirked triumphantly when Luke clenched his eyes shut and thrashed his head from side to side, hair flaring out with each rough turn. Mm, it hurts, does it? He let out a bitter laugh as his captive whimpered softly and tried in vain to pull his arms to his head.
"What ... what are you ... doing to me ...?" He tried to sound demanding, but there was no conviction to his words as he shuddered involuntarily and whimpered once again before pleading, "St-stop ..."
How pathetic. Asch leaned closer still, biting lightly at Luke's lower lip. And after you claimed last time that you hadn't given up. Really, is this all that it takes to send you screaming?
He cried out again as another flash of pain washed over him; something wasn't right. There was no reason that he should have heard the other boy's voice in his head, no way that it should have happened, but there it was, causing those same headaches he had dealt with so very frequently for the past seven years. Once again, he tugged at the chains, trying to curl up, and once again, he could do nothing. "P-ple ... please ... I ... why are ... you ..." He wasn't used to it; he'd never really tried to talk through one of his 'episodes' before, opting always to just wait for them to pass before attempting anything, and they'd never really lasted quite so long before, but this time it seemed that it was being completely triggered by whatever it was that Asch was doing to him, and something told him that it wouldn't stop until the God-General was finished with him. So he tried in spite of how terribly it hurt and how difficult it was to concentrate on forming the words; each sound that passed his lips made him cringe a bit more in self-loathing for how weak he was starting to sound.
Hmph. I can't believe I thought this would be worthwhile. The words drew another whimper from Luke as he could have sworn that something was driving a freshly-sharpened pike through his mind now. He leaned forward slightly, resting his forehead against Asch's - a faint whisper of thought questioned if the action was truly a good idea, but it barely registered to him - as he closed his eyes. He didn't know, in that position, the way that his captor's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Please ..." he whispered, pouring every last ounce of concentration that he could manage to scrounge up into forming and speaking his words. "It hurts ... please, I'll ... anything ..."
Now that is promising, Asch's voice purred into his head, earning another whimper out of Luke and a victorious smirk out of the general as he closed his eyes as well. His attention began to focus within, prodding Luke's mind almost viciously and reveling, to some degree, in how he could feel the trapped noble youth squirm. Go on and beg all you'd like. It's not like it will do you any good. He smirked feeling Luke writhe again before applying a little more pressure in his mind.
Green eyes shot open suddenly as Luke gasped, back arching and forcing his arms to pull at the chains, his body pressing against the God-General's in the process.
But, really, I don't need you telling me that you'll do anything to get me to stop. You'd do anything I want you to, regardless, dreck; you have no choice there.
He was panting as more pressure was applied to the same point in his mind, a soft, needy whimper breaking out from his lips; somehow, the pain that he had felt was being overwritten by inexplicable pleasure that he couldn't even begin to comprehend. He pressed forward a bit further, trying to get closer, to feel more. Something inside of him was demanding that he get as close to Asch as he could manage, telling him that he needed the other boy's touch, that he would go insane without it. Something inside of him begged for more. Why am I ...? I've ... never ... he's ... he's ... He emitted a low moan as one of Asch's gloved hands traveled down his body, teasingly slow, cheeks burning in a mixture of his shame and desire. "Don't ... a-ah! I ..." What is he doing to me?
He couldn't see anymore, his eyes unable to focus as he pressed forward again into the slow strokes of Asch's fingers against his abdomen - Luke had never imagined that such a simple touch could make him so deliciously aroused - and whispering incoherent pleas for more. His legs spread unconsciously, and he felt the young general slide a little closer, settling between them, even if the action didn't register properly to his currently addled mind. Yes ... he pleaded internally. Please, it feels so good when you ...
Hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses were applied to his throat, causing him to shiver in delight. His legs wrapped around the other boy's waist, a desperate attempt to draw him closer, to keep him there. Teeth grazed his skin roughly, a burning tongue following shortly after, and Luke whimpered once again, his legs tightening their hold around Asch's waist as his body pressed further forward, his arms almost straining as he was pulled further and further away from the position of the chains.
Gloved hands held bare hips, stroking the sensitive skin lightly as Asch took another bite at his neck, harder than the first; this time, he didn't bother to follow any harsh treatment with a lick. His captive squirmed, firm ass rubbing enticingly against him, and he smirked against his neck; everything was going exactly how he'd imagined it would. Not as though it was surprising in the least. After all, Luke had never really been given attention of this sort, so his first real encounter with it would all-too-easily be extremely overwhelming.
You want it, don't you? His hands grabbed Luke's ass, squeezing his cheeks as he did so; the action caused another gasp from his helpless captive. Everything I do to you, you'll be begging for.
Luke flushed at that, moaning again as he felt another crushing wave of pleasure; there was a tension building in his thighs, and he felt his entire body quivering as he became almost impossibly harder. He tried to thrust against his captor, whimpering in need, gasping in breaths that were increasingly harder and harder to come by as his head thrashed back and forth. He needed something, anything, and absolutely nothing was enough; even Asch's touch wasn't sating him any longer as he tried his very hardest to tighten the hold his legs had on the other's waist, a vain attempt to draw him closer. His hips ground hard against the other boy's body, and still, it wasn't giving him the friction that he so desperately craved.
For his part, Asch did bring one hand to Luke's almost painful erection; the tips of his fingers, still enshrouded by a glove, danced along its length in almost feather-light, fully-maddening caresses. He drank in the boy's whimpers, gasps, moans, and still-incoherent pleas for more. His thumb rubbed against Luke's tip, hard enough to garner a sharp intake of breath and moan before Luke emitted a low, keening near-wail that was quickly cut off as Asch pressed their lips together, forcing his tongue into Luke's mouth in a kiss that was all-too-eagerly accepted. His hand closed around the noble boy's shaft, giving him one hard, quick pump before stopping his movements. The response to this - another near-wail, muffled this time, and Luke thrusting into his motionless hand helplessly - was just what he expected. A smirk as he broke their kiss, and Asch removed his hand.
"Please ..." Luke wanted to scream at the tears pricking in his eyes and the weakness in his voice, even as he tried his hardest to press closer still. What is happening to me ...? Why do I ... why do I want him to do this to me?! I'm not ... I can't give into him. I can't!
Luke's thoughts were met with mocking laughter as Asch pulled his other hand away, leaning back just enough so that he could study the boy whose body was clinging to his so desperately. "Aren't you just the perfect whore?" His grin became vicious when a pair of green eyes finally refocused on him as Luke snapped out of his blissful reverie and bared his teeth in a snarl.
"You won't get away with this! Let me go!"
Now he was just amused; Luke's reactions certainly didn't disappoint him in the slightest, at least. "Won't get away with this, is it?" he asked, leaning just a touch closer. He felt his captive twitch a bit, legs reflexively tightening around his waist momentarily. His voice carried the dark, threatening quality that had nearly stopped the other redhead's heart in fear just days earlier. "Do you really think that I haven't already?"
I haven't ... he thought helplessly, closing his eyes against the ashamed tears that welled up again. He didn't mind quite so much when he felt them fall down his face. "I haven't given up, you bastard ...!"
"How interesting." His tone said that it was anything but, of course, as Asch slowly extricated himself from the makeshift prison of Luke's grasp. Standing, he raised an eyebrow, surveying the other boy once again. "It won't last, you know. Your bravado. It will fall as quickly and easily as you yourself have," he told him, almost in warning. "You're already powerless to fight me, after all. It's only a matter of time before you shatter and are completely mine."
"Like hell!"
A bitter chuckle. "Indeed." And, with that, the young general turned and left the room, his captive forced to remain gasping for breath and wishing for release.
"... like hell ..."