Asher couldn't do anything but tremble under Elijah, and the worst part was if Elijah had demanded a try for a fourth time he would have gone for it. Maybe not managed, but it was just as addicting for Asher when Elijah tore him down to just the core of him. That raw open wound of the person he once was that he buried so long ago. He managed to bring an arm up around Elijah as the other man caught his breath, his own dark eyes slowly coming back into focus on the man in front of him.

"Stay with me," Asher murmured, accent slurring from every corner of the world. "Fuck the FBI, just run away with me. We'll never have to want for anything and they'll never catch us."