Title: Dusk to Dawn.
Rating: R
Fandom: Tales of the abyss & matria_rp rpg.
Pairing: Asch/Luke
For: vashsbitch and 30_romances challenge.
Notes: AU, slight fandom mix, boy love, attempt at first person and attempt at smuttish writing... This was finished at ten in the morning before when I was rudely awaken by a text message (Forgot how loud my phone was, Jebus.) and smacked with an idea... before running off to work. I was also kinda cranky when I wrote it... You've been warned.
26. Oxymoronic

It’s funny how contrast can work so well together. How sometimes things that are so different are also so alike. Like the sunrise and the sunset. So different yet for one instant the sky is filled with the same hues as the other. For that one instant they almost seem like one. What were they called…? Dusk and Dawn I think.

I suppose that’s not all right either. There were still differences but they both marked the beginning of something new. Which am I staring at again? Dusk… I supposed this one should remind me of you. The coming of night. Things get colder, darker and all that scary stuff you like to think reminds people of you. But night was never scary to me. The night is when everything winds down, when I can come home and see you, smell your cooking, catch a glimpse of a smile when you look at me. All the nice things about you come at night, maybe that’s why the dusk makes me think of the one before you.

Endrance. Calm, gentle, and romantic… the sky even has a strip in it that matches his hair. He was always more of a night owl anyway. I knew what to expect of the night. Warm embraces, kisses and whispers of adoration. I didn’t deserve any of it.

Now dawn? Dawn is more you. You always were more of a morning person anyway. The day is chaotic, full of new experiences, test and lessons. Every day with you is different. Will you be hot or cold? In or out? Up or down? Will we fight and break up or kiss and make up? It scares me at times when I think about it. The day is scary… everything happens in the day. I love the day… Speaking of you…

“Welcome home, Asch.” I don’t even have to look to know it’s him. Isofons calling their twins, the house fills with the scents of the forest and the sounds of his boots on the floor… he’s trailing in mud. “Take your boots off at the door!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Why are you sitting by the back door?”

“I’m waiting for Mieu. I just let him out for dinner.”

“You could of just left it open.” He’s close now. That’s good, the day will end on a warm note despite the chill that just ran through me when his hand slides over my stomach. The gesture is warm… but his hands are freezing. My original is sitting behind me now… funny just moments ago the jerk sounded like he thought sitting by these glass doors was stupidest thing one could do. His sent is all around now. Trees, dirt, adrenalin and even a hint of blood. It’s vile but it’s you and I love it.

“It’s too cold to leave the door open. You’re hands are freezing s you should know that.”

“Hm…very cold.”

There is silence for awhile but the warm body is pressing closer so I know I’ve done nothing wrong… at least not yet. Just go with it… don’t speak. The day is gone, things should be mellowing but Asch never works on a schedule.

“Ah…” I didn’t mean to break the silence but what was one supposed to do when something wet brushes their ear? There it goes again… it’s lower now. Lips? I’m being moved forward now and his hand is…

“H-Hey! Wait, these doors are glass you know what if someone sees?”

“So? Who the hell would be looking in our backyard anyway?”

“You’re gonna traumatize Mieu.”

“You’re his master. The damage is done.”

True. “…Shut up.”

“No you.” Is that a smile I hear? Not that I have time to find out before he’s at it again. Lips, tongue, hands… Hot… he’s having a hot day. Something clicks and suddenly my clothing feel looser. You bastard…

“Hn…” It’s not just touching anymore. He’s got a grip now and all worry of cold is gone now. The only cold left is the feel of the glass door against my palm and forehead. Dammit! His hand is moving now. “T-The doors Asch!”

“You’ve already said that, Luke.” BASTARD. My name… no, our name… spoke from those lips to me. Treating me like his equal and not the trash I really am. He knew just how I feel about it to. Don’t you? You son of a bi- “AH!” Teeth. Right on the back of my neck. Not hard but hard enough to send the right jolt. Another weak spot he’s exploiting. Did he even know how this felt for replicas? To be so close to their other, all the emotion and heat pouring in from me and my source. So dizzying.

“Luke.” His hand stopped moving but was still there. Goddess, I hate him.

“What…?” My head was pulled away from the cool glass and I mourned the loss. The following was anything but a chilling comfort. It was heated, rough and amazing. His scent was stronger than ever, isofons were no longer calling but crying out and I wanted to scream! His mouth was on mine. Same lips and tongue as before even the teeth made an appearance when they nipped my lower lip. How can I have and love something so much? Only with you, you living oxymoron. I wanted to tell him just that but all that came out was a muffled whimper before I started kissing back.

He definitely smiling now the prick. That was just what you were waiting for to. I hate him. “Not so worried about those doors now are you?” My face turned even redder, I could feel the skin burning. Seems I was caught. Oh, don’t act so surprised. He was always a horrible liar and that smug look in his eyes wasn’t helping anything.

“I’m going to take a shower though. Feel free to join when Mieu gets back.” Something must of given away just how much I hated him when he looked at me because the smug look moved from his eyes to his lips before that superior tone leaked out. “Heh, I love you too.” Another kiss.

Seems you plan to ruin the image of night for me to. Good... I want to love it to. Bastard.