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[cardoperatedboy]

What the hell, Real Thing?! Take these handcuffs off right now! Do you wanna fight?!

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[cardoperatedboy]

Wh-what the hell?!

[struggling now, trying to shove at him or kick]

This isn't like you! Quit it!

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

*o no, no chances for you to get the upper hand back. Pushes past the replica's shoves until he's close enough that the replica can't build up any inertia for a good punch of kick. Also tries to catch that flailing hand before he gets a black eye*

It's not, and I'm still not interested. But if we have to do this to get these things off, then it's going to be my way.

[cardoperatedboy]

Just who decided -- Nngh! [a shiver running through him as Riku presses close] Th- The real thing is kind of perverted, huh-?

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

Didn't I just tell you?

*pushes a little harder on the wrists*

I'm not interested.

*now shut up while I kiss you*

[cardoperatedboy]

N--nngh!

[a moment of numb shock into the kiss, his mouth going slack, fingers curling against his own palms.]

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

*kisses him anyway, hard and either determined or desperate, because it's not like he didn't just go through this several times in succession*

[cardoperatedboy]

[K-kisses back. ._.]

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

*relaxes, ever so marginally, when the replica kisses back. Pulls away after a moment, breathing harder*

[cardoperatedboy]

[looks up at him, at a loss. Licks blood from his own lower lip, then starts struggling again.]

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

*pushs him to the wall more firmly against the struggles*

Cut it out.

And... turn around.

[cardoperatedboy]

Make me.

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

. . .

*takes a step back and pulls the replica off the wall, jerking at the handcuffs*

[cardoperatedboy]

[Takes a stumbling step, glaring, and tries to grab Riku by the front of his shirt]

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

*quickly steps back, out of his reach, pulling the replica forward again*

[cardoperatedboy]

[stumbles against his chest.]

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

. . . Heh.

*Grabs the Replica's wrist where they are chained together, and pushes against his opposite shoulder, turning the replica around and at the same time twisting his arm around behind his back*

[cardoperatedboy]

Ngh!

[into the wall] Quit that already!

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

*presses him into the wall and speaks into his ear*

You wanted to get rid of these, right?

[cardoperatedboy]

What makes you think I want to do this?

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

. . .

*scrapes his teeth over the replica's neck*

[cardoperatedboy]

A...ahhh...

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

That's what.

*licks over the path his teeth took, and shifts his weight to lean into the replica, so he can hold him there and still free up one hand.*

[cardoperatedboy]

It's not like I can help it!

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

*let's not ask where Riku aquired lube from okay? Okay, but he's spinning the cap off and squeezing a little into his hand*

Keep telling yourself that.

[cardoperatedboy]

Y-you're everything I don't want, after all!

[Squirming]