Starting Over

An hour later…

Luke opened his eyes, a bit dazed. He yawned and turned his head, seeing Asch next to him, awake.

"Hey, Sleepyhead," Asch greeted, kissing Luke's forehead, "'Ja have a nice nap?" Indeed, Asch was awake during that hour, but he never once left the bed. He held Luke the whole time.

Luke smiled cutely and shnoogled against Asch again. "Yup!"

The shnoogling made Asch laugh. "Good." He hugged Luke. "So, now that you're up, what do you want to do?" he asked.

Luke purred. "Hmm… How about we…?" he suggested, clinging to his original.

Asch shook his head. "You're oversexed, remember? I'm not doing you till you've had enough recovery time. Otherwise, you'll just come too quickly, like last time."

Luke frowned and grumbled, "Hurumph."

Asch mussed Luke’s short hair. "Don't worry," he whispered back, "We can do this and that once you’ve regained some stamina."

Luke glomped Asch. "Yay!" he cheered, licking Asch's cheek.

There was a sudden crash on the bow of the ship, causing the other passengers outside to panic. The whole ship shook.

Luke clung onto Asch. "Wha-what just happened?" he asked, trembling.

"I don't know…" Asch hurriedly dashed for and put on his clothes and armor and ran out to the bow, drawing his sword. Luke followed with his own sword.

"Asch… and replica, how nice to see you," came a pompous-sounding voice from behind a giant fontech golem. Revealing himself in his hovering throne was Dist the Reaper… in a Hawaiian shirt and trunks. "This is what these bumbling fools get for not having my ticket."

Asch shook his head. "You… are… a mess…"

"You weren’t allowed on the ship because they didn't have your ticket…" Luke repeated disdainfully.

"Silence, you!" Dist commanded, his fist shaking, as if holding back a punch, "Now, I, Dist the Rose, shall claim one of the cabins here for myself, lest I have to ravage the ship before the captain surrenders and offers a cabin for me."

“You got your title wrong again, Reaper!” Luke got into a fighting stance, ready to trash the mechanical doll.

"I am a ROSE, not a REAPER, damn you!" Dist pointed at the couple. "However, do not think that I—"

"O’ whirling water, take out my enemies!”

Dist zoomed behind fontech doll, a rather bad location to use for hiding. “What do you think you’re doing, Asch!? This is my newest model of my Kaiser Dist! You can’t even hope to win against me! With its green adamantite claws, twin triple-barrel guns with a rapid-fire rate of 600 rounds per second, and improved Fonic Artes capabilities, not even the blessing of Lorelei can—“

“Maelstrom!" Asch pointed his sword at the golem. The Fourth Fonons, Undine, gathered together and swirled about Dist’s machine, materializing into water that lifted it off of the ship and cast it into the sea.

Dist stared at the puddle that was left where his machine once stood, his jaw dropped for a good 5 seconds, then angrily turned to Asch. "Next time, you won't be so fortunate!" With that said, Dist disappeared into the sky.

"Tch! Not ruining OUR cruise!" Asch growled, sheathing his sword as well.

Luke giggled. "Yeah! You taught him, Asch!" he said, glomping his lover.

"Come on; let's go play some games at the game room."

"Yay~!" Luke grabbed Asch's hand and ran down the hall.

Asch laughed a little as he followed his boyfriend; Luke was being cute yet again. He hoped to get him a prize from one of the games.

Luke finally reached the archway of the crowded game room. Smirking, he ran in and went straight for the poker table.

Asch looked around the game. Poker, Nephry Ball, slots… Damn, it was packed! Wait… A shooting range? He smirked and approached the shooting range, taking the bow into his grip. There, he left all of the passengers near him in awe. "Fifteen bull's-eyes in a row!" one man exclaimed.

"He must be a skilled Lanvaldearian archer!" a woman followed.

Asch sighed and shook his head. ~Thanks for the lessons, Natalia…~ He approached the prize counter and selected a matching pair of teal fonstone and white seashell bracelets.

Luke smirked devilishly. He placed his hand down, boasting a fine Royal Flush. Everyone else at the table groaned as the Fabre raked in their chips with pride.

"Looks like you've got luck on your side," Asch commented, the bracelets in a little jewelry box that he held behind him, as if to surprise Luke.

"OH yeah. They’ve got nothing on ME today!" Luke grinned at the dealer, who dealt the players new hands.

Asch laughed. "Well, I'm going to the gift shop again; I'll get us some matching vacation-appropriate clothes. I'll be back."

"Okay…" Luke nodded, looking at his cards again. Once again, he had a winning hand: Four-of-a-kind… Aces.

Asch left the game room and returned to the gift shop, people ducking to the sides upon his entrance. "Huh!" He approached the clothing section and skimmed the shirts and shorts. "Luke's gotta like some of these, " he said to himself, picking out some flower-designed bed and bath robes, black, red, blue, and green shirts, black and white shorts, black and white loose-fit pants, and four pairs of jean shorts. Final price: 4200 gald. "Quality clothes…" he noted to himself while paying, "…sure are bitches." He dug through the shopping bag as he emerged from the store and pulled out one of the black shirts that he bought for himself. "'I :heart: my replica,'" he read, smiling. He tucked the shirt back into the bag and united with Luke at the game room.

Luke was placing his chips inside a large sack when Asch arrived. He smiled and exclaimed, "Check out all of these chips, Asch! I won a ton!"

"Nice! I bought us some more cruise-appropriate clothing, too."

Luke laughed. "Awesome! Can't wait to see them!" he exclaimed, as he picked up the sack and moved towards the prize counter.

Asch couldn't wait either. He NEEDED to see that reaction of positive surprise that Luke was sure to have once he saw the matching "I :heart: my replica!" and "I :heart: my original!" shirts.

Luke approached the prize counter. He placed his sack on the counter. "What can I get with all of this?" he asked.

"Swords, bracelets, hell! With that many chips, you can trade in for a lot of things!"

Luke thought for several long moments. "There's so much to choose from…" he muttered. He turned to Asch. "Hey Asch, what do you think I should get?"

Asch smiled and shook his head. "Whatever you really want," he replied simply.

Luke looked around again. Finally, he selected some swords, wristbands, headbands, and tons of other stuff that made him look… TOTALLY gangsta! O.o

Asch laughed, "Luke, you really overdid it with the bands and stuff."

Luke laughed nervously. "My bad…"

"Jeez…" Asch sighed, pulling out the jewelry bow from his right pocket, "How am I supposed to give you one of these, now?"

Luke looked at the box. "What's in it?" he asked.

"Matching bracelets." Asch opened the box and revealed the matching pair of teal fonstone and white seashell bracelets. "See? I guess I'll just have to keep them both…"

Luke took one of the bracelets in his hands. "No!" he snapped, staring at it in awe, "I want one!"

Asch slipped his bracelet around his right wrist. "Need help with yours?"

Luke nodded. “Please?”

Asch set the shopping bag down on the floor and helped Luke with the clasp of his bracelet. "There…" He then kissed Luke's lips.

Luke kissed back and licked Asch's lips, then smiled cutely.

"Such a naughty replica…" Asch chuckled, "Let's go to the cabin and try these clothes on; I got the ones that are my size, so they should fit you, too."

"Okay." Luke smiled, grabbing Asch's hand and waited for Asch to lead them

Asch nodded and walked Luke back to their room. "They have this new line of clothes now… I bought a few things from that line. I have a feeling that you might like them."

Luke titled his head a bit. "Ooo, really?" he asked.

"You know that new Replica line?"

"You got stuff from it?" Luke asked

"Yeah. Wait till you see the shirts!" Asch said excitedly (THE WORLD IS ENDING! D:!) as he jerked Luke into their cabin.

(OMG ASCH IS EXCITED) Luke was not only jerked into the cabin, but thrown onto the bed. He laughed at this. "Ooo, can we see the shirts now?"

Asch nodded and whipped the shirts out of the bag, throwing them—still folded—onto the bed, next to Luke.

Luke looked at the shirts before glaring at Asch. "I wonder what’s on them…" he said sharply.

Asch laughed stupidly; he'd thrown the shirts with the text facing down. "Yeah…" He flipped them over so that they read to Luke, "I :heart: my replica!" and "I :heart: my original!"

Luke glomped Asch from the bed! "Aw, they're so cute! I love them!”

Asch laughed as he was nearly glomped to the floor. "I'm glad you like them; I thought you might." He petted Luke's head and kissed it. "I'm going to try mine on," he said.

"Okay."

Asch stripped out of his military uniform and slipped into the black loose-fit pants. After that, he tried on the "I :heart: my replica!" shirt. "Uh…" He tugged down a little more. "Guess it's been a while since I checked my shirt size; I don't usually think to look at my uniform shirt size, either…" Yep! The shirt was too small, unable to cover his chiseled abs. He blushed a bit before shrugging his shoulders. "Oh well," he said, "It just means that yours won't fit, either, not that I'd mind."

Luke didn't even mind seeing Asch's abs at all. In fact, he grinned wickedly at the sight. "I think it suits you fine."

Asch grinned, rolled his eyes, and shook his head. "Only you, you rascal…" he laughed, kissing Luke's cheek afterward, "Try yours on… not that it matters; we're the same size."

"That I am," Luke said as he grinned.

"So, what's next on the list?"

Luke thought. "Hmm."

Asch figured that he'd been thinking of too many things to do, so he wanted Luke to think up something for a change.

Luke finally thought up an idea. "Hey! How about we go to the pool?" he asked.

Asch nodded. "That works with me," he said. He snatched up some towels and sunscreen for Luke and tanning lotion for himself that he'd also bought and tucked them under his arm.

"Yay~" Luke said, clinging to Asch's arm. He was in a very spirited mood.

Asch blushed, but smiled. He planned on getting a nice, sexy tan. He never really cared for such a thing before, but Luke was the new light of his life; more things began to matter to him.

Luke smiled and winked at Asch, searching for the pool. Once he’d found it, he turned back to Asch and wooted, "This is gonna be fun!"

Asch claimed two lounge chairs and threw their blankets over them. "Go on and have fun, Luke; I'm here to tan."

"Okay!" Luke chirped back, stripping off his shirt and diving into the pool. He created a hyperresonant splash, which upset a bunch of people, but he didn't care.

Asch laughed at the replica and his big splash. He lay on the lounge chair, stripping off his shirt and lathering his body with tanning lotion. "Luke, get over here and put on sunscreen!" he sternly reprimanded.

"Oh, right!" Luke got out of the water and ran to Asch, but crashed into someone due to his hair’s covering his eyes.

"Hey, Luke! Don't run!" said the boy of Luke's rough meeting.

Luke pushed his hair out of his face. ~Wait I know that voice~ he thought. Luke looked up to see Lifeguard Guy in his two-piece swimsuit, his blond hair falling rainy all over his head. "Guy!" he exclaimed, rather shocked. What are you doing here?"

Guy laughed, "I guess Natalia didn't tell you. I'm the lifeguard on this ship. After all, I WAS a marine."

Luke titled his head cutely. "You were a marine?" he asked.

"Yeah," Guy replied, "This swimsuit was the one that I wore in the marines. That was a long time ago, though." He looked up at the sky and contorted his face in thought. "I'd say… it was, like… three years ago? Yeah, I was eighteen. From eighteen to twenty, I was a marine. I'm twenty-one, so I don't know why it took me so long t remember…" He scratched the back of his head and chuckled like a dummy.

Luke just laughed with him. "Hah! You’re funny, Guy! Now if you'll excuse me…" He ran back towards Asch and glomped him lovingly.

Guy was shocked that Luke had just glomped his original. It… made him jealous of Asch… He sighed and returned to his tower seat. Telling Luke that he was a marine was his attempt at impressing him.

Asch hugged Luke back. "Put your sunblock on, before you get a burn," he commanded Luke.

"Okay~!" Luke sang, grabbing the sunblock. Before putting it on, he turned to Asch again and grinned. "Can I put some on your back?"

Asch shook his head and lightly knocked on the side of Luke's temple. "I'm tanning; if you put sunblock, it'll cancel out the tanning lotion, dummy."

Luke rubbed the back of his head. "Right, I knew that…" he chuckled nervously.

"Right…" Asch replied with a playful glare, "Anyway, sit here, on the lounge chair. "I'll do YOUR back."

"Great!" Luke said, sitting on the lounge chair, his back turned to the original Luke fon Fabre.

Asch uncapped the sunblock and squirted some of the creamy-white substance into his hand. "Here…" he said with a smooth voice as he gave Luke an unintentional yet pretty good massage.

Luke shivered under Asch's touch. He moaned quietly. He really needed that good massage.

Asch gave Luke a look of concern, clueless as to why he'd shivered. "Are… you okay, Luke?" he asked.

Luke turned his head. "Oh, yeah. You do good massages."

Asch produced a drop of sweat as he laughed like a dummy. "R-really? Get out of here! Go and swim!"

Luke laughed. "Yeah!" He ran to the pool and dived in again, causing another hyperresonant splash.

Asch looked down at his hands. It was then when he realized that he really needed Luke in his life. He'd never been so gentle… or, at least, in a long while. The thought made him smile and return his attention to Luke, who was having the time of his life, trying hard as shit to splash Guy up on the lifeguard tower. Asch was enjoying the sight of his boyfriend's play. He noticed the little doll master girl rounding the corner with her doll dragging a beverage vender behind it. Asch got up and approached the girl. "Hey. Anise, right?" he asked.

"Oh, Asch! Yeah, that's me!" the girl chirped, "So, you wanna buy a soda or lemonade from me and Tokunaga? Only 100 Gald apiece!"

"A HUNDRED!?!" Asch's eyes bugged out, and had he been drinking already, he'd've done a spit take. "'Only?' That's expensive for a drink!"

"No it's not!"

Asch glared vice at Anise. "It's… too… expensive…"

Anise ran behind Tokunaga, freaked out. Asch had given her one of those "I'm gonna use a Fonic Arte on you!" glares. "Fine, fine! I'll give you a half-price discount!" she shrieked, "How many?"

"Two colas."

"Tokunaga!"

The stuffed… thing… extracted two colas from the cooler, holding its other hand out to accept the payment.

"Thank you." Asch pulled his satchel out of Hammer Space and payed the girl and her doll. He rudely snatched the colas and returned to his lounge chair.

Anise turned back around, mumbling, "Meanie… I'm avoiding business here…"

When he saw his boyfriend again, Asch smiled and called out to him, waving a soda for him.

Luke smiled back and ran toward Asch, a bad idea. Wet Luke plus wet, wooden floor equaled something bad. Luke slipped and slid across the floor, his knee bending more than possible. He tried swimming up for air after falling into the ocean, but with his knee injured, it wasn’t doable.

"What… the…?" Asch and several other people ran to the edge of the ship to see Luke's struggle to stay above the water. The original growled when he noticed 6 white fins surface around his replica. "DAMN IT!" he barked. In a flash, he ran for his and Luke's cabin.

Luke tried as hard as he could to stay above water. He was oblivious of the surrounding danger.

Asch frantically looked for anything that granted any kind of elemental immunity. Nothing. He cursed, taking his sword with him back to Luke. "Hey! Brace yourself!" he called down, setting the drinks on the floor, "I'm going to use Fonic Artes!"

"Okay!" Luke shouted back before being swallowed by the water again.

"Damn it…" Asch raised his sword and invoked Icicle Rain. The javelins of ice stabbed through the sharks surrounding Luke just before the closest one could take a chomp of Luke's arm. The water beasts' blood filled the area around the replica. Asch sighed with relief. Guy, seeing this, ran up to the emergency rowboat and undid the rope. Onto that boat, Asch went with Guy, helping Luke onto it, and then onto the Princess Natalia. "What the hell were you doing, running on the deck!? You're a copy of me! Can't you swim?" Asch barked furiously once they were safe.

For a slight second, Luke glared at Asch. "My knee is injured! How did you expect me to swim! Besides you called me! I was happy! Besides…" Before Luke continued on, he lowered his head sadly. "I am different from you… I'm just your replica…"

Asch got pissed when he heard those words. "Ah, here we go with the replica crap again! Will you shut up with that nonsense!? It's annoying!" He stormed off to their room with the drinks in his hands.

Luke growled at Asch's back. "I AM DIFFERENT, STILL! I'm not as skilled of a swimmer as you are! You could swim with one leg, I bet! I can't!" he yelled, seriously frustrated.

"I thought we were over that…" Asch growled lowly, shaking one of the cans, "…but CLEARLY, we're NOT!" He popped the top open, pointing at Luke. Chilling soda sprayed all over the replica's face and chest. "Fine! Then you're just dreck to me, like you were before!" With his anger let out, he turned back and went to get his things… to put them in another cabin.

"Fine, Replica Hater Aschhole!" With that [lame] insult let out, Luke huffed, wiping soda off of his face with his hand and limping off. He sat in the kiddie pool, throwing kids off of him whenever they crawled on.

The two were pissy for days. Neither one spoke to the other, and all that were exchanged were scowls and mean names. Pretty soon, though, their grudges began to take their tolls on them.

About three days later, after crossing glowers and insults with Luke, Asch began to feel the effects of heartache. At the buffet, that night, he stood in line, wearing his white tee, red and white short, and red flip-flops. He reached for the plates that were stacked so neatly and took two. “Oh… Hm…" he said to himself in reaction. He sighed as he put one plate back.

Later that night, he witnessed a shooting star while walking to his cabin on the starboard side of the ship, opposite his room once shared with Luke. "Hey! Make a wish, L—!" He looked to his right; there was no one. He looked back at the sky that the star had crossed. "I know my wish…" he sighed, leaning against the railing. He looked down at his wrist; he still had on his bracelet of the matching set that he won at the shooting range.

Luke looked at the ocean from the ship's port with a low growl; he too, was beginning to feel the pain. One night, in what used to be his and Asch’s cabin, he took a very long shower. Forgetting that Asch was not there, he ran out, saying "I'm sorry I to—!" only to find that no one was there. He sighed and went to bed. He tossed and turned the entire night, wondering why he could sleep when it finally hit him: "It feels so strange, sleeping on a regular pillow…" He closed his eyes and put his right backhand to his forehead, opening his eyes when one of the cold stones of his bracelet touched his eyelid.

On the fourth day of his breakup with Luke, Asch caught sight of his ex on the stern of the ship, watching the waves and actually looking quite bored. He stared at the boy for a while before leaving, returning about 5 minutes later with two cups of sherbet. "Hey," he greeted behind his ex, in all honesty, nervous like hell, "I, uh… I bought you some sherbet. I think I remember our way to the port… Orange Cream’s your favorite, right?"

Luke jumped before realizing it was Asch. "Oh, hey…" he said back, sharing the nervousness, "Yeah, I love Orange Cream." He hesitated to take the cup and eat. He messily got a bit of it on his cheek.

Asch was just about to give Luke a disposable plastic spoon when Luke just dug in. The original couldn't help but laugh. Luke looked like such a child, eating that sherbet so sloppily, but it was adorable.

Luke blushed a bit before laughing with Asch. " Guess I can't even eat sherbet the right way." He turned and went to clean his face at a bathroom.

Asch grabbed Luke by the shoulder and roughly pulled him back before he could go too far. In his arms, he held his replica close, and leaning in a bit, he licked the sherbet off of the smooth cheek. "There…"

Luke's blush returned. "A-Asch…" he panted, fully aware of the situation.

"Take me back, Luke…" Asch pleaded, his hands moving down his replica's shoulders to his arms, where he then tightened his grip, "I'm so sorry for yelling at you. Nothing is the same for me without you. I want to make everything right again!" He kissed Luke's cheek before pulling him closer. "Let me be yours again, and be mine again, like we were meant to be, Luke! I still love you…"

Luke didn’t bother to wipe his rolling tears from his eyes. Returning the hug, he whispered, "Asch, I…"

"Forgive me…" Asch then placed a melting kiss on Luke's lips, one that lasted a little longer than a minute. After the kiss, Asch pulled away to say, "You may be my replica, but we've become so close, when I used to be so distant from you. You're your own person, in my eyes. Remember that. Don't ever think of yourself as 'just a replica.' You mean more to me then that, now."

Luke shed more tears upon hearing those words. "Asch!" he cried, clinging to his shirt, his body, "I'm sorry! I take it all back! I want you back!"

Asch sighed with a smile of relief. "Then I'll go get my sword and clothes and move them back to OUR cabin."

The replica wiped his eyes, nodding. “Okay.”

Asch led Luke to the cabin that he was occupying during their breakup and gathered all of his things, including his sword, towel, trunks, and such. Once the room was cleared, Asch didn't look back at it; he simply closed the door behind him and migrated back to their room, where Luke stayed.

Luke opened the door for Asch. It was then when it dawned on him, how barren the room was without his boyfriend.

Asch set his clothing and sword beside Luke's, then turned to his lover and smiled, a small tear in his eye, unknown to him. "Everything's where it should be…" he said.

Luke chuckled. "It sure does look like it." He leaned closer to his original to kiss him, like he did before their breakup.

The former Fabre held his replica’s hips acceptingly, and both moaned into the kiss, missing each other's lips caressing their own. Asch's hands roamed up and into Luke's shirt, feeling up his abs and sides. "Mm… How I've missed doing this to you…" he whispered in Luke's ear.

Luke tried to hold back a giggle, but failed. "I missed that a lot, too," he replied in equal quiet, obviously begging for more by the way his arms snaked around Asch’s neck and held on so tightly.

With one fling, Asch snatched off Luke's shirt and tossed it aside. "Let's get down to it, then," he suggested, backing his partner up to the bed on the right side of the room, "I can't wait to taste your skin and hear you cry out my name, like you used to."

Luke shivered at the touch that Asch made to his now bare tummy. "Oh, Asch…" he whimpered, unable to contain himself.

After laying his lover on the bed and throwing off his own shirt, Asch got to work, licking and kissing up and down the bare chest beneath him. "You still taste as sweet as before, Luke…" he murmured with a slight scratch in his throat while running his tongue around Luke's naval, "…but perhaps I can make you taste sweeter."

Luke moaned as he combed his fingers through Asch's hair, as if he wanted to pull him even closer. "Asch…" he panted with approaching desperation, clearly loving the feelings that he was experiencing, "Don't… H’ah, don’t stop!"

Asch reached for his rainbow sherbet, which he'd left on the nightstand to unpack, and grinned at Luke. "Man, I'm going to get such a cavity from you…" he joked while pouring some of the juice on Luke's chest and tummy. Once there was no juice left, he pulled his partner's trunks down and dropped some of the sherbet around the stiffening penis within. "Don't worry about the cold; I'll warm you up again."

Luke shivered at the cold, but nodded, placing full trust in Asch and his actions. "Okay…" he said with a cute smile.

Asch smiled back briefly before licking up the juice from Luke's upper body. His tongue ran up the valley of abs and surfed the juice to the left nipple, which he suckled on for some time, purposely waiting for the sherbet on the perky penis below to melt.

Luke continued to shiver at Asch's touch more than the cold treat on his skin. "Ah-Asch…" he panted, feeling his erection grow.

Asch gave Luke two fingers to suck on while he worked down again, guiding the glob of sherbet around his partner's lower body with the fingers of his free hand. "I want to be a better boyfriend to you, Luke." His tone was dark as he spoke, but ironically hot and chilling. "I don't want to hurt you like I did before."

Luke grasped his lover's wrist while sucking on his index and middle fingers, moaning around them uncontrollably, Asch's tongue wracking his insides with more pleasure than his body could take due to the enfeebling cold sherbet that was now being pushed up to his tummy. "Asch… You just luh… licked that p-part!" he complained, though his words garbled by Asch's fingers.

"I know…" the Bloody said in response before slurping the juice that was rolling down to Luke's sac, "…but when you taste so good, I can't take just one or two licks." No, this was true; as Asch the Bloody, he had to devour all of Luke's sweet body.

Luke's moans continued, becoming louder and louder with every passing lick. "Asch… Don't tease me, please!" he pleaded, though truly desperate for more.

Around Luke's aching erection, Asch surfed his tongue, teasing his lover and forcing him to beg for it. He elicited whimpers from his replica as he vacuumed up the melted sherbet from the red bush above his penis. He couldn't take Luke yet; he just HAD to hear more euphoria-driven cries.

Luke growled a bit. He wanted Asch to take him right then. "Asch…" he pleaded, thrusting his hips upward.

Asch's tongue circled the head of Luke's cock and moved down to the base before fondling his balls. It went up to Luke's tummy again, where he then sucked up the glob of sherbet… and gave himself brain freeze. "Ow… Fuck it!" he cursed, holding his temple with his freer hand.

Luke broke from his pleasure and giggled at Asch. "Ahaha, Asch, getting a brain freeze like that!"

"Shut up! I'm not done with you!" Once Asch recovered, he captured Luke's erection in his mouth and sucked it hard, instantly silencing his lover's laughter.

Luke let out a loud moan. Gripping the bed sheets and his boyfriend’s hair hard, he felt some relief that Asch had finally taken his excited cock into his mouth.

Asch sucked hard, fully indulging himself in the taste of his replica's soft flesh. The salt of Luke's sweat, the sugar of the sherbet, and the delight of having Luke back blended in his mind, making for a more scrumptious treat than the intimate moment itself.

Luke's moans turned to screams. "Asch…! Oh Asch!" Running his fingers through Asch's hair, Luke attempted to pull Asch even closer, his face burning like the sacred flame that he and his lover shared.

Asch surprised Luke when he snatched his hand from his hair. "I—mm… riv… fuh you, Rooke…" He pulled his head back to speak more clearly, Luke's penis resting between his thumb and pointer. "I'm your… absolute boyfriend. Remember that."

Luke blushed at that last comment. "Absolute… boyfriend?" he questioned in his adorable ignorance.

"Your one and only…" Asch kissed Luke's tummy. "Yours and yours alone."

Luke was far too fascinated by the romantic words to speak, so he simply nodded.

Asch went back to tending to his boyfriend's hard-on. All the while, he caressed Luke's sides with the gentlest of strokes. This is how he wanted to stay, as Luke's absolute boyfriend.

"Asch, oh YULIA, ASCH…! Y… You're so good!" Luke was trembling as he ascended the stairs to Seventh Heaven, a paradise that only Asch could take him to. He was almost at the peak. Only a few steps to the top…

"Mmm… Ah ruv you, Rooke…" the Bloody purred while savoring the flavor of his lovers pre-ejaculate.

“G-going… Asch, I have to come!” Luke finally whimpered, pressing his bracelet arm over his eyes, “Fuck, it’s a big load!”

A devilish leer came to Asch’s face. He couldn’t wait for Luke’s orgasm. He was practically calling out to it; finally, it was heeding his call.

“Gwah, ASCH!” With force beyond compare, Luke busted his nuts and thoroughly coated his lover’s face in fresh jizz, stars flashing in his mind as he did. Once the light show was over, he lay limp on the bed, breathless.

Asch, splat-arted with semen, fingered his face clean of the scattered load and licked it off. “Still as delicious as ever…” he commented as he crawled to lie next to Luke.

Luke snuggled up with his original. “That felt so good, Asch! I missed these times so much, but I missed you more…”

Asch pulled his adorable boyfriend into a loving embrace and threw the blanket over them. “Yeah, Luke. It feels good to be lying next to you again.”