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Pairings: Emil/Asch, mentions of Luke/Asch
A/N: Really... This is honestly total crack. Wrote this in my History of England class last semester and am finally getting around to posting it.
Growling under his breath the redheaded foreigner, glanced at the blonde young man beside him. It was his traveling companion of the last month or so since he had awoken in these strange lands. He had no idea how he got here, the last memory he had of the Outer Lands and Hod were the sting of cool metal and the numbness that spread like wildfire through his veins. Death had been coming, he had accepted it and yet when he woke he was alive.
"Don't let the words slow you down." He muttered, gripping the hilt of his blade tightly. Of all the ways he could come back, being around another nuisance wasn't high on his wanted outcomes. The blonde was exactly what he hated, what he left in that dreck of a replica. Emil, as he called himself, had a bit more self worth at least.
"I'm sorry." The younger boy said, lowering his gaze down to the grassy path they were taking.
Unable to hold back any longer, he grabbed the boy. "Don't say sorry anymore." His infamous temper back on his home world was rearing its ugly head again. There was a fire in his orbs, brightening the dull green. How many times would he have to deal with this? Beside him, he heard weak protests from that dumb girl and saw that the shadow creature was coming out.
Releasing him, he dropped him to the ground, crossing his arms. "No one will respect you if you continue to apologize." Turning on his heel, he walked away, continuing down the road.
Separated from the boy for the rest of the day, he retired early while Emil took the first watch. Placing his bag far away from the fire and people, he slipped inside, and allowed his thoughts to drift. He had started to fall asleep when he heard a chuckle and footsteps coming towards his direction.
"Honestly I don't know what he sees in you."
The voice was familiar and the grip he had on his blade slackened slightly. It was different however; the tone was deeper, rougher, far more confident, and angrier. He wondered briefly if this was the other Emil, they had mentioned.
"Not going to acknowledge me?" Smirking, the warrior leaned down, grabbing the chin of the redhead, forcing them to meet.
Green clashed with red and Asch knew his earlier assumption was right. "Sees in me?" He echoed, the scowl he usually wore finding a way onto his face. Those words held multiple meanings and he hated being confused.
The warrior merely nodded his head. Dipping down father, he claimed the chapped, pale lips of the redhead for himself roughly, biting down until his mouth filled with blood.
Opening his mouth, he was too surprised to do much of anything else. Sure, he was no stranger to this. Once upon a time, he and Luke had been in a similar position even if it was reversed. Emil wasn't his first choice in partners however; he could freely admit that this mode was making it far more interesting. Grunting, he arched his body up when he felt a strong grip running over his form, searching for the beginning and ending of his clothing.
Casting a quick glance over at the sleeping female in the distance, the redhead wrapped his arms around the pale neck, his legs wrapping around the male's waist. It caused pleasure to tingle through him when they ground their bodies together. Gasping into the deep kiss they had yet to break, he thought to himself. Despite how much the male's faults annoyed him, like Luke he thought he might be able to look aside for a time.
End A/N: Review? I'd like to hear your thoughts.