World Without Choice

-

Prompt:
Asch/Luke, vampire

-

"You
didn't survive Akzeriuth."

Luke took another step back. "What?"

"Stay," Asch the Bloody told him, the liquid on his lips the same
color as his name and his hair, and Luke simply couldn't move. "You're a
replica. You're weak, and you know what Daathic fonic artes do to Ion. You
survived long enough to make it to Yulia City, but you were falling apart. So,
I defeated you, placed you on that bed, forced the others out, and took what I
deserved. Your life, your lifeblood. class=GramE>And your soul. I kept it with me until the change was
complete, your body kept in a realm without sunlight, steeped in the dark
poison Yulia's holy city simply can't keep out, until you were strong enough to
endure the light. Then, I forced you back into your corpse."

"Why?" Luke somehow knew that every word was true, mesmerized as Asch
stalked closer and brushed Luke's now-short hair away from his neck.

"Because you stole my life, and a quick death is not enough to repay
me." He smiled as Luke shivered. "Only seventh fonists can achieve
this, do you know that? The healing power can keep their bodies in a semblance
of life, but you? Your heart beats, just like mine does. Your blood
flows." Asch bit down, striking like a snake, then withdrew. class=GramE>"And is sweet. You don't even need to feed the way I
do, because you're a replica, made of the seventh fonon, in addition to having
the power of hyperresonance. You were created to die for me and live for me.
And that is what you will do. You will feed me, you will serve me, you will
atone for your crimes, and you will exist as my slave forever. You want it,
don't you?"

Luke hadn't been able to hide the shiver and he was incapable of protesting. It
would have been a lie.

"The false light of the sacred flame," Asch murmured against his
skin. "Do you know what turned me to this? Having my replica data
extracted to create you did. They chained us in the same cell while they waited
to see if you would survive and I would recover. I died, and yet my power
wouldn't let me stay dead. You were my very first meal,
and no other tastes as sweet as you, dreck that you are. No other has our
power."

"I'm sorry..."

"Oh yes, you should be. Beg me for a forgiveness that you will never be
given." The lust in Asch's tone would have made him fall to his knees if
his body hadn't obeyed his command to stay.

"Please..." he obeyed mindlessly. Almost.
"Please, drink, I can feel you're hungry..."

"I'm always hungry," Asch snarled, and bit down.

Bliss ran through him, chasing his blood to his neck and where Asch touched
him. He could feel Asch throw them both down without releasing the bite and
enter him, but the pain was one with the bliss of those fangs in his throat and
his blood in Asch, he could feel it within him, feel himself drown in Asch and class=SpellE>and plead, plead, and Asch gloated that he wouldn't touch
him no matter how he begged, that Luke was his to use and yet he didn't need
touch or tenderness nor the blood Asch thought he craved, he just wanted this.

When Asch came he came, sated with the force of it and savoring Asch's afterglow
and knowing from the part of his that still filled his master that he had done
well, he had paid for part of his crimes.

When Asch could move again he pried open Luke's mouth. "You don't even
have fangs." How strange. "What are you?"

"What was stolen from you," Luke answered, mind clouded with bliss
and lips almost moving on their own. "All I want is to be reclaimed by
you..."

"My life, my blood," Asch whispered. "You've won. class=GramE>And yet... I can't lose this again."