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Prompt:
Asch/Luke/Guy; After the party. Drunkenness and
cross-dressing involved. ♥ X)
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Asch was
the first to regain consciousness. As even the ashes of the sacred flame, he
had so many seventh fonons practically stalking him that while they didn't do
much about injuries fast enough to help in battle when given a few hours to
work with things like hangovers were things that happened to other people.
Of course, a hangover would have been a mercy compared to waking up in a bed
filled nearly to overflowing with a sprawled out yet simultaneously snuggling
two people replica. The dreck was, was touching him!
Asch decided he couldn't be entirely sober yet if he was thinking things like
the fact he was in danger of catching dreck cooties, although he probably
already must have. If cooties existed. Which they...
He needed a drink. He didn't remember anything, so hopefully they wouldn't
either, and if he got drunk and got out of there this would have never happened.
What made it worse was that when he went in search of booze he found another
bed, one containing Natalia, Tear, Noelle, and Jade. There was no justice in the world! He could have been in that bed instead of one with the dreck
and the blond? He had to resist the urge to kick the smug-looking necromancer
as he went past. Lucky bastard! Sadly, he wanted to get out of here with his
dignity and limbs intact.
After he got drunk.
It was almost when he was almost out the door that he realized he was still
naked. Order of Lorelei uniform, Order of Lorelei uniform... he was dimly aware
it wasn't his, but a uniform was a uniform.
Then he heard yawning as one of the inn doors opened and the dreck walked out,
looking vulnerable (fuckable) in a way that made what
Asch dearly hoped weren't memories start to surface (there was no way the
replica was that good in bed), carrying a glass and, "Why are you wearing
my uniform?!"
Luke blinked at him blankly (but then his mind was always blank). "You
were the one who ripped my clothes off."
"You remember?!" No. No no no no no!
"Of course. Why are you dressed like Tear?"
What? For the second time that morning he was without the wonderful
brain-cell-killing gift to man from an universe out to
get it called alcohol. "Gah!"
"Um, Asch, it's not good to bang your head against the wall like
that."
"Don't care."
"Do you want me to get you a drink? Guy wanted another glass of that
special he learned how to make in Chesedonia and I'm going to have another
glass of milk."
A few more things were starting to make horrible sense. "Milk?"
"Of course. I'm underage."
Which meant that not only would the replica have perfectly clear memories but
it was reasonable that Asch's memories of the replica being the one with enough
self-control to be the one in charge of doing the preparing, and then... He'd
let the replica fuck him through the mattress. Sure, he might have been the one
giving the eager-to-please thing all the orders, but...
Okay. New plan. He was going back to the room with the
drinks and pouring Guy's special down Luke's throat until all those memories
went bye-bye. Only about a third of it ended up going down his
own throat.
And the replica practically had a fonstone sign like the ones in Keterberg over
his head saying, "take advantage of me!" And if the replica had
fucked him then Asch would at least come out on top enough times it didn't
matter.
The replica's 'fuckable' look was anything but false advertising.
Even Natalia screaming, "What did I do last night?!" Was an irritating distraction.
Asch just yelled, "Not me, and keep it down already!" at the wall.
Other distractions were ignored.
"Is that..." So that hadn't been just a dream? Guy stared at Tear and
Asch... Asch and Luke...
"I would ask where they got so talented, but sadly I have a high alcohol
tolerance and I've done far too much work on these eyes to gouge them
out." Jade took another drink anyway, and then passed the bottle to a wide-eyed
Tear.
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