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Luke x Grayson 2 (Mature)

I am so sorry... forgive me for beginning to write these again. Why do I keep doing this?
It's been awhile since I've written one of these, and I think I got slightly more graphic. I forgot how awkward and uncomfortable it could get. Oh well, I need to deal with it!
(The next ship should be Endy x Xavier, who are both OC's in case you haven't read my other story Rebellion.)
(Warning! Mature content! Don't like, don't read!)
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Grayson squinted as his cell door was opened, light beginning to shine and flicker in the dark like torch light. His head slowly moved up to glance at the person entering his enclosed cell. The only thing he could do was growl and weakly pull at the chains that dug into his wrists that were in pain for so long that his raw skin had become numb.
The man that entered the cell had soft, fluffy lavender hair that was covered by his black penguin hat that also covered his pale ears. His mask that usually covered his face was now down around his neck, and the armor he usually wore was gone, now only leaving him in his black clothing and boots, with a gray open robe that covered most of his upper body. His glimmering heterochromiatic eyes, a beautiful unnatural orange and deep blue, looked at the blonde with a smug on his pale cheeks.

  "What are you doing here, Luke?" The prisoner hissed, his emerald eyes glaring with hatred at the man.

Luke leaned against the wall as he chuckled, twirling the key to cell door on his finger. "I just wanted to see my old pal! It has been too long since we have gotten to be together, wouldn't you agree?"

The ex-commander only growled in response, his throat dry. Luke began to slowly approach him, making Grayson begin to struggle against his bounds. He knew that frantically struggling wouldn't get him free, but at least wanted to get the vile man away from him, and keep him at a distance. He gave up, breathing heavily as he looked up, glaring as the assassin stood before him.
He tried to kick his ex-friend, but his weak, fatigued body was taking a toll on him, making his attempts of hurting the man unsuccessful. He gasped as Luke's gloved hand rose up, roughly and painfully grabbing his chin. His fingers dig painfully into his flesh, as the assassin forced to blonde to look straight at him.
He gasped when Luke suddenly lunged forward, pressing his lips against the blonde's and forcing his tongue into his mouth. Knowing that Grayson was rebellious and readying to bite down on him, he took his tongue out and bit hard on his lips to make him gasp in pain before putting his tongue back in. Grayson did not struggle much, in fact he did not struggle at all. He was weak and did not want to be hurt again, but every fiber of his being was filled with hate and disgust.

Once Luke pulled back, he tilted his head as Grayson gagged and gasped for breath. He chuckled. "I'm so glad that I got that wife of yours out of the way! She only came between us. I let her keep you from me for too long. She had to pay for keeping us apart."

Grayson growled at the mention of his wife and her murder. The very thought of her never failed to bring a tear to his eyes and when he spoke of her, his blood couldn't help but boil. How dare he speak about her and say that she was the problem?! It was his own d***b fault for not confessing before his engagement to her, and maybe then they would have had a chance, but it would not have been likely.

"Don't you dare talk about her!" Grayson barked, the sound of his hoarse voice making it obvious that his throat was dry. "If you really did love me, you would have confessed before I purposed to her."

Luke tilted his head, placing his hand on Grayson's cheek, stroking it and causing him to give out a weak moan. "Is that so?... I suppose, but it's too late now... It's time that I showed you how I've felt all of these years."