Asher slams Z into the wall.

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He coughs, and then giggles.

"That was fast."

Then he grabs Asher by the shoulders and tries to throw him off balance and kick his feet out from under him.

Asher is really, really hard to throw off-balance.

He grabs Z's wrists and pins them to the wall.

This is so refreshing. No guns, no risk of imminent death, no lasers. Not that he doesn't like those things, but...

He brings his knee up into Asher's stomach and yanks his wrists around to try to grab Asher's instead, swing him aside into the wall.

Being kneed winds him, so he doesn't have the presence of mind to resist being swung into the wall.

He's grinning. 

He jerks hard and pulls Z's wrists away from the wall.

Z lets himself collide with Asher, a little, as he's pulled forward, then lunges aside to try to twist his arm behind his back and push him to the ground.

Asher stares up at him from the ground. "Welp, guess you're going to have to be clothed."

"I mean...it could wait. Gorgeous guy pinned face-down on the ground – got to take advantage of that while I've got it, right?"

And now he can bite Asher's neck again.

"Don't know how much advantage you can take of me, I've got clothes on."

"...yeah, the logistics don't work out so hot here, do they."

He reluctantly sits back up and lets go of Asher's arm.

"Remind me to fight you sometime when you're less dressed. Or you're wearing something you don't care about and I've got a knife on me."

Asher takes the opportunity to pin Z. 

"–oh, fuck you," he says, affectionately.

"Please."

He bites Z's nonbacon shoulder hard.

Okay, he's just going to moan instead of talking, then.

He bites the other side.

He twitches, and makes a soft, choked sound in the back of his throat. His scarred hand comes up to grip Asher's arm.

"I," he starts, but he thinks he'd actually sort of rather cooperate with this than object, honestly.

Asher bites Z again in the same place and harder, kisses the spot, and grinds his cock into Z's thigh.

It's a little bit trying to send a message. 

Message fucking received.

(The nerves are a little weird, here, and the sensation of the bite flickers and pulses, sometimes hard to feel and sometimes sharp and stabbing and inescapable.)

He's just...going to grind up against Asher a little himself. Underwear isn't that big an impediment.

Asher pulls himself up to sit on Z's chest so he can yank off his shirt. 

It is truly a glorious chest.

It is.

And...wow, the glow is one thing – that's just regular hot – but the fucking arc reactor right there...

He is clearly staring in one specific place.

"You can touch it, I'm not holding down your hands."

He immediately brings his good hand up to Asher's chest and runs a finger around the edge, where metal sinks into skin.

"...fuck," he says, appreciatively. "How deep in does this thing go...?"

"All the way to my heart. It keeps a bit of shrapnel from entering my heart and killing me."

"...is it okay that I think that's really fucking hot. Because, like, objectively–"

"I just murdered you! I think you're allowed to think all sorts of things are really fucking hot."