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[She didn't give a damn about redemption. Not in this way, not by the manner in which she grabbed and held. By the way she used her own weapons against him, asking without words. And while Greed, himself, was a monster by every single definition, he isn't so cruel to hold out on her for very long.]
[That wouldn't have been very far, after all.]
[So his hips roll and there's Hell between her thighs. Between him and her and oh, he'll just draw it out. Sin to sin, devil to devil, and he's so close to the fire. Nearly born from it and that carbon-coating at his fingers comes running back. Crawling just as slow as his pace. As he rolls and rocks his hips to the tune of a dying pulse. Just waiting for the end to take them, but he won't let it come that quickly.]
[Greed releases his teeth just to take a glance. Yes - she's Queen to everyone and anyone and he's the exception to the rule. Always had been and here, in this court, under her watchful eye and against the land that is so rightfully hers, the situation hadn't changed that much.]
[Usually, he'd talk. Hum and drag whatever noises out of his lover to a demand of his own. But not right now - voice exchanged for a growl that vibrates and latches to his throat. As he holds her hips and guides her to the beat. Pushing her back as he pulls out, dragging her forward when he rides in. Moving like a wave and it's a bad tide. Coming to shore to snag a wandering ankle and it'll be the undertow all the way down.]
[A whimper sends an eyebrow up, though. Distant yet there: almost removed. He's close enough that most people wouldn't know - not at a quick glance anyway - that he isn't human. But on close inspection and even closer relation, the signs are obvious to anyone paying the littlest of attention. His movements erratic, his expressions somewhat practiced.]
[It makes it easier to understand - a mutual fuck with royal blood and there isn't a need to worry about what dawn would bring.]
[Greed removes a claw from her hip. Flips it palm-up to her as he drags knuckles and the smooth side of his nails back up her rib-cage. Touching until he's got the shelf of her face in his palm and those talons extend. Wrapping around hair to hold her, the bucking of his hips keeping up with an elongated rhythm.]
[It's then that he shoves a nose to her ear, moving his torso vertically to meet. An awkward angle, but it doesn't seem to bother him in the slightest. He merely snatches the bottom half of her ear in his teeth, tapping the edge of his claws down her cheek.]
[That wouldn't have been very far, after all.]
[So his hips roll and there's Hell between her thighs. Between him and her and oh, he'll just draw it out. Sin to sin, devil to devil, and he's so close to the fire. Nearly born from it and that carbon-coating at his fingers comes running back. Crawling just as slow as his pace. As he rolls and rocks his hips to the tune of a dying pulse. Just waiting for the end to take them, but he won't let it come that quickly.]
[Greed releases his teeth just to take a glance. Yes - she's Queen to everyone and anyone and he's the exception to the rule. Always had been and here, in this court, under her watchful eye and against the land that is so rightfully hers, the situation hadn't changed that much.]
[Usually, he'd talk. Hum and drag whatever noises out of his lover to a demand of his own. But not right now - voice exchanged for a growl that vibrates and latches to his throat. As he holds her hips and guides her to the beat. Pushing her back as he pulls out, dragging her forward when he rides in. Moving like a wave and it's a bad tide. Coming to shore to snag a wandering ankle and it'll be the undertow all the way down.]
[A whimper sends an eyebrow up, though. Distant yet there: almost removed. He's close enough that most people wouldn't know - not at a quick glance anyway - that he isn't human. But on close inspection and even closer relation, the signs are obvious to anyone paying the littlest of attention. His movements erratic, his expressions somewhat practiced.]
[It makes it easier to understand - a mutual fuck with royal blood and there isn't a need to worry about what dawn would bring.]
[Greed removes a claw from her hip. Flips it palm-up to her as he drags knuckles and the smooth side of his nails back up her rib-cage. Touching until he's got the shelf of her face in his palm and those talons extend. Wrapping around hair to hold her, the bucking of his hips keeping up with an elongated rhythm.]
[It's then that he shoves a nose to her ear, moving his torso vertically to meet. An awkward angle, but it doesn't seem to bother him in the slightest. He merely snatches the bottom half of her ear in his teeth, tapping the edge of his claws down her cheek.]
[Outside was a buzz. The nightlife crawling out from the dank and the dreary. To steal and rob, to fuck and kill. Humans had basic instincts and there was no use denying any of them. Despite the many that flocked to steeples and asked for a cleansing, one could not wash the blood off so easily.]
[Greed sunk his nails into the desk. Scratched lines, made the wood peel-back into tightly-spun ribbons. Unlike many he dealt with, she was one of the first who ever challenged. Who dared to meet him at his own game and it was something he could appreciate.] All of it, but make sure the gals aren't hurt. Even I have a few morals, Tudor.
[The Sin turned his head to the window. The night would be chilled, slightly moist. An eerie in between that ushered in the changing of seasons and there would be enough fog to hide and dart: it was the perfect setting for a business proposition such as this. He'd have to thank her for the good timing.]
[But not right now. Instead, she was offering, and he wasn't about to back down.] Going to guess I can't ask you not to come with me, right? [He didn't like showing that side - that ugly side that mocked a smiling skull right back. Especially not to more feminine company, but then again, when was she so feminine. She looked the part, acted the part, but deep down she was something far more.]
[If he thought that she would last, he would have offered her up to replace someone else he knew all too well.] A war, huh? You're thinking a bit too small, but whatever you want, right?
[The Sin released his claws. Urged down the recede of his 'Shield as he slipped hand after hand into his pockets. He turned his attentions towards the exit, then. That smile of his courted and curved as he shrugged. As if this were merely a casual meeting between two good friends and not a ploy for murder and revenge.]
Lead the way, lovely.
[Greed sunk his nails into the desk. Scratched lines, made the wood peel-back into tightly-spun ribbons. Unlike many he dealt with, she was one of the first who ever challenged. Who dared to meet him at his own game and it was something he could appreciate.] All of it, but make sure the gals aren't hurt. Even I have a few morals, Tudor.
[The Sin turned his head to the window. The night would be chilled, slightly moist. An eerie in between that ushered in the changing of seasons and there would be enough fog to hide and dart: it was the perfect setting for a business proposition such as this. He'd have to thank her for the good timing.]
[But not right now. Instead, she was offering, and he wasn't about to back down.] Going to guess I can't ask you not to come with me, right? [He didn't like showing that side - that ugly side that mocked a smiling skull right back. Especially not to more feminine company, but then again, when was she so feminine. She looked the part, acted the part, but deep down she was something far more.]
[If he thought that she would last, he would have offered her up to replace someone else he knew all too well.] A war, huh? You're thinking a bit too small, but whatever you want, right?
[The Sin released his claws. Urged down the recede of his 'Shield as he slipped hand after hand into his pockets. He turned his attentions towards the exit, then. That smile of his courted and curved as he shrugged. As if this were merely a casual meeting between two good friends and not a ploy for murder and revenge.]
Lead the way, lovely.
[ Almost the instant he began to move, the pressure began to build in the base of her spine. She can stand the slow pace he sets, because it is worse than not moving, and with his hold of his hands on her hips, she can become mindless to it. Her arms sliding over his shoulders, fingers knotting tightly until her knuckles turned white, with each slow rise and pull of her hips.
Like this, she's unaware of him looking at her, reacting to her, even as she reacts to him. It's been too long -- and for that it might be her undoing. All that matters to her, is fitting herself against him, whining softly when he left her empty, and sighing when he pressed back in.
This, all of this, she had no word for. She had no place doing this at all. But it was right to her, that they did all of it against earth and sky, and no one else. Better than being married, here she could be herself, rather than the priests watching, muttering prayers like it would ensure that she would get with child. She had no idea what it was like to be bedded for the sake of state, and she never would -- God willing, she never would.
It was more amusing to think how he would fare, with a priest and court watching. ]
Greed. [ A sharp word at how he twisted her, surprised by it momentarily. It slips her out of rhythm with him for a moment. Because his teeth were at her ear, his fingers tugging at her hair and so much like a doll as she twisted around him. The shudder making her back arch as she moved that little more insistently against him. The next stroke up, and she brought herself down that little harder, whole body clenching a little, her shoulders tense and her lips opened to a moan to echo the growl she felt rumble in his chest more than she heard.
But more than that -- and God forbid she should not be welcoming to any part of him -- her head turned that little bit, to press her lips against his claw. Hardly bothered by the black that crawled along and covered him, wondering if it tasted different to his skin. Her eyes open just enough to watch him react. Watching the blackness that shifted like a living thing on his body. Where his hand cupped the dip of her hip, the flex of his muscles as he moved with her. The contrast of all that dark against her white skin. ]
Like this, she's unaware of him looking at her, reacting to her, even as she reacts to him. It's been too long -- and for that it might be her undoing. All that matters to her, is fitting herself against him, whining softly when he left her empty, and sighing when he pressed back in.
This, all of this, she had no word for. She had no place doing this at all. But it was right to her, that they did all of it against earth and sky, and no one else. Better than being married, here she could be herself, rather than the priests watching, muttering prayers like it would ensure that she would get with child. She had no idea what it was like to be bedded for the sake of state, and she never would -- God willing, she never would.
It was more amusing to think how he would fare, with a priest and court watching. ]
Greed. [ A sharp word at how he twisted her, surprised by it momentarily. It slips her out of rhythm with him for a moment. Because his teeth were at her ear, his fingers tugging at her hair and so much like a doll as she twisted around him. The shudder making her back arch as she moved that little more insistently against him. The next stroke up, and she brought herself down that little harder, whole body clenching a little, her shoulders tense and her lips opened to a moan to echo the growl she felt rumble in his chest more than she heard.
But more than that -- and God forbid she should not be welcoming to any part of him -- her head turned that little bit, to press her lips against his claw. Hardly bothered by the black that crawled along and covered him, wondering if it tasted different to his skin. Her eyes open just enough to watch him react. Watching the blackness that shifted like a living thing on his body. Where his hand cupped the dip of her hip, the flex of his muscles as he moved with her. The contrast of all that dark against her white skin. ]
[ There was the same dry laugh, devoid of any true amusement. Some how, disappointed for a moment though she could not place why. ] Of course you do. And the last man that hurt my women was tossed out on the street with a knife in his ribs.
[ No one touched that which was hers. No one harmed them, for they were hers, and it was something like caring, something like savage possession that marked them as untouchable by the rest of the world. ] They're all yours, for the night that you choose.
[ A smile was all the answer he got. Still predatory, her pulse beating in her throat. It was unnatural -- and it was perhaps why they called her so. A vain, cruel, vicious woman. With a bloodlust that belong to the torturers of the tower, rather than to any lady of the street.
But the fact remained the same. It made her feel so alive. Burning and perfect and out of control. Made her giddy like some women blushed over their lovers. ]
For now, perhaps. Whatever you and yours plan is your business until it comes upon my streets. [ Carved out with a rusty blade, but all hers. ]
As you wish. [ She swept him a curtsey, mocking as it was. Then she stepped around him and his claws, ducking past him on sure feet. A dance, as she twisted and skipped -- heaven knows she'd always been fast where most took too much time. Lead them all a merry chase. ] It's past the docks, in the back alleys there.
[ There were things she wasn't telling him, in the end. Things that made her so particularly cruel that no one but a monster would do for it. She wanted him to know fear, before he died, and Greed was so much fear to behold when the darkness took him. With that thought, she hummed as she opened the door. Like it was the first of May and the young girls danced as she did now.
One quick flick of her wrist dismissed her men from her side, and she looked over her shoulder, watching and waiting for him. ]
[ No one touched that which was hers. No one harmed them, for they were hers, and it was something like caring, something like savage possession that marked them as untouchable by the rest of the world. ] They're all yours, for the night that you choose.
[ A smile was all the answer he got. Still predatory, her pulse beating in her throat. It was unnatural -- and it was perhaps why they called her so. A vain, cruel, vicious woman. With a bloodlust that belong to the torturers of the tower, rather than to any lady of the street.
But the fact remained the same. It made her feel so alive. Burning and perfect and out of control. Made her giddy like some women blushed over their lovers. ]
For now, perhaps. Whatever you and yours plan is your business until it comes upon my streets. [ Carved out with a rusty blade, but all hers. ]
As you wish. [ She swept him a curtsey, mocking as it was. Then she stepped around him and his claws, ducking past him on sure feet. A dance, as she twisted and skipped -- heaven knows she'd always been fast where most took too much time. Lead them all a merry chase. ] It's past the docks, in the back alleys there.
[ There were things she wasn't telling him, in the end. Things that made her so particularly cruel that no one but a monster would do for it. She wanted him to know fear, before he died, and Greed was so much fear to behold when the darkness took him. With that thought, she hummed as she opened the door. Like it was the first of May and the young girls danced as she did now.
One quick flick of her wrist dismissed her men from her side, and she looked over her shoulder, watching and waiting for him. ]
A man like you can hardly criticize me for that.
[Alec's voice is as lofty as it gets, long vowels and carefully enunciated consonants. Alec mocks because he breathes, but right now the shots he takes at himself are comfortable, a sort of intellectual simulation that falls secondary to his own interest in the situation.]
[The thought that he might be considered a sort of currency would sting if it weren't so ridiculous, that's also been the only reason he'd agree to be used, because he doesn't believe himself worth the effort for anyone to stick with it for very long. He's not paying Greed in sex, though, not any more than he's being paid in sex. This is a part of their interactions, their relationship with each other, but how could it not be? Alec would still believe it an understanding rather than a transaction, and maybe that's naive, but he does still suffer from that sometimes, for all of his assumed cynicism.]
But I'm not here to be useful to you.
[And there's that arrogance, always lurking beneath his skin, in too-bright green eyes and the thin set of his body, in the educated tones of his voice. It surges out because it's part of Alec, and it's not a thing he keeps caged up. It's a defense and an offense, it's who he is inside and cover to help protect everything else. It's him, as much as the long hair tied up with a ribbon and the sharps edges of his nails.]
You're here to be useful to me.
[And oh, what a kind of useful.]
[Alec's lips find Greed's throat and he goes for it, lips gentle and no hint of teeth, but it's a test all the same.]
[Alec's voice is as lofty as it gets, long vowels and carefully enunciated consonants. Alec mocks because he breathes, but right now the shots he takes at himself are comfortable, a sort of intellectual simulation that falls secondary to his own interest in the situation.]
[The thought that he might be considered a sort of currency would sting if it weren't so ridiculous, that's also been the only reason he'd agree to be used, because he doesn't believe himself worth the effort for anyone to stick with it for very long. He's not paying Greed in sex, though, not any more than he's being paid in sex. This is a part of their interactions, their relationship with each other, but how could it not be? Alec would still believe it an understanding rather than a transaction, and maybe that's naive, but he does still suffer from that sometimes, for all of his assumed cynicism.]
But I'm not here to be useful to you.
[And there's that arrogance, always lurking beneath his skin, in too-bright green eyes and the thin set of his body, in the educated tones of his voice. It surges out because it's part of Alec, and it's not a thing he keeps caged up. It's a defense and an offense, it's who he is inside and cover to help protect everything else. It's him, as much as the long hair tied up with a ribbon and the sharps edges of his nails.]
You're here to be useful to me.
[And oh, what a kind of useful.]
[Alec's lips find Greed's throat and he goes for it, lips gentle and no hint of teeth, but it's a test all the same.]
[Truth be told, he had visited a church before. Prior to her and hers; before he had been snatched from his own world and spat back into another. Like a plague: wet and sticky, crawling out of the abyss.]
[But back then, things had been different and he had been another sort of monster. His history darker now than he presented. Made in blood with a slow-strut to the altar and Hell followed with him.]
[But Greed was himself - he was just that. Avaricious, the title befitting the name, and he left it all behind for the pursuit of his own happiness. Which was a twisted reflection and even here, there's something off. The sex not between lovers, but business partners and oh, would he just smile and smile at any sort of pastor that may have gave him presence.]
[Instead, though, Greed grins at her. Turns lips against one another and presses them still.]
[Silently, he opens up his hand when she kisses it out. Showing her all his daggers, all his weapons, and he's entirely made for mass destruction.] Go ahead - I won't hurt you, lovely.
[The Sin can't help when he purrs out his words. His name is on her lips and when she turns, he turns. Following, two snakes to snare each other in the cruelest sort of mating ritual.]
[But unlike what may have been - what could have been and what so many seemed to want - he couldn't give her that. The next line of kings and that would have to be saved for something else. That didn't mean Greed didn't take pleasure in the moment. He had other intentions and they called just for the feeling of it. Grinding his hips against her own, threatening to crack and split one another.]
[Greed gives her his shoulder then, slipping his claws away as his knuckles thicken. Black like ink and the tips are as sharp as any quill - sinking into one of the arrays caressing over the dip of his shoulder. He drags his nails there, showing her just where to go - where the wicked-electric begins with a spark to ignite and he's the red-light district in every sense of the word.]
[How the light touches his face, how it seems to turn eerie purples bloody. But he's not the sort for violence - not here and certainly not with his company and he removes his nails as the lines mend. As his core flickers across his shoulder to seal it off completely.]
[He swipes the blood off with flick, letting the last dregs of a spark dance on his tongue. Before it's all clean and slick and wet. A new sort of instrument and he falls away from her violently. Letting his shoulder blades fan out across the dirt, making a hollow thud and his feet find anchor. The sound of his defenses rising where toes ought to be and he sinks his second set into the earth. Uses it as leverage to push himself deeper, to raise her higher.]
[And his knuckle slides between spread thighs - her own and his - caressing where his cock ends and she begins. His smile vicious, but knowing.]
[But back then, things had been different and he had been another sort of monster. His history darker now than he presented. Made in blood with a slow-strut to the altar and Hell followed with him.]
[But Greed was himself - he was just that. Avaricious, the title befitting the name, and he left it all behind for the pursuit of his own happiness. Which was a twisted reflection and even here, there's something off. The sex not between lovers, but business partners and oh, would he just smile and smile at any sort of pastor that may have gave him presence.]
[Instead, though, Greed grins at her. Turns lips against one another and presses them still.]
[Silently, he opens up his hand when she kisses it out. Showing her all his daggers, all his weapons, and he's entirely made for mass destruction.] Go ahead - I won't hurt you, lovely.
[The Sin can't help when he purrs out his words. His name is on her lips and when she turns, he turns. Following, two snakes to snare each other in the cruelest sort of mating ritual.]
[But unlike what may have been - what could have been and what so many seemed to want - he couldn't give her that. The next line of kings and that would have to be saved for something else. That didn't mean Greed didn't take pleasure in the moment. He had other intentions and they called just for the feeling of it. Grinding his hips against her own, threatening to crack and split one another.]
[Greed gives her his shoulder then, slipping his claws away as his knuckles thicken. Black like ink and the tips are as sharp as any quill - sinking into one of the arrays caressing over the dip of his shoulder. He drags his nails there, showing her just where to go - where the wicked-electric begins with a spark to ignite and he's the red-light district in every sense of the word.]
[How the light touches his face, how it seems to turn eerie purples bloody. But he's not the sort for violence - not here and certainly not with his company and he removes his nails as the lines mend. As his core flickers across his shoulder to seal it off completely.]
[He swipes the blood off with flick, letting the last dregs of a spark dance on his tongue. Before it's all clean and slick and wet. A new sort of instrument and he falls away from her violently. Letting his shoulder blades fan out across the dirt, making a hollow thud and his feet find anchor. The sound of his defenses rising where toes ought to be and he sinks his second set into the earth. Uses it as leverage to push himself deeper, to raise her higher.]
[And his knuckle slides between spread thighs - her own and his - caressing where his cock ends and she begins. His smile vicious, but knowing.]
[Maybe that was why they worked so well: she was just as greedy as he was. Maybe not to the same fever, the same pitch, but he would silently commend her avarice time and time again.]
[Elizabeth moved like she was possessed. As if another one of his kin had taken her by whatever strings of humanity she had left and pulled. Snapping until each cracked back with the tightness of violin strings. Battering the knuckles, gashing them bloody, and she only reveled in it.]
[It was rare to find in the mortal lot: violence not a stranger, but this particular brand more a mutation. Something wrong in the gene pool, something off.]
[But that didn't seem to bother him too much.]
[Greed's laugh was airy and vile. Similar to the blow-out of bellow after collecting so much dust. The use of it stale and he followed behind her. Her shadow - little shadow crawling to bite and lap at her ankles.] So you are coming with me, then.
[The docks were a good place to start - a marked hunting ground for him in the past and he knew the old wood as good as the serpent crawling across the back of his hand. Each notch where someone might fall; where new planks had been applied and other left to rot. Either way, it could be done as a warning or to heed further suspicion to mark someone else for the deed.]
[It was smart and unsurprising that the idea should come from her.]
Gotta say - I've always admired your avarice - what's yours and is yours and what's mine? ["Is mine," he failed to say. She knew it already and as the men parted away, his hand went to the crook of the door. Pulling him out, like a creature from the ooze. Teeth and fangs; claws and eyes.]
[It was him and them that really bumped in the night.]
[Greed showed off his set, snapped at one of them that got too close, a sneer gracing up his jaw.] You still haven't given me a name, lovely. [He said, ripping away his vicious gesture to talk at her back.]
I'm curious to know just who pissed you off so much to come to me.
[Elizabeth moved like she was possessed. As if another one of his kin had taken her by whatever strings of humanity she had left and pulled. Snapping until each cracked back with the tightness of violin strings. Battering the knuckles, gashing them bloody, and she only reveled in it.]
[It was rare to find in the mortal lot: violence not a stranger, but this particular brand more a mutation. Something wrong in the gene pool, something off.]
[But that didn't seem to bother him too much.]
[Greed's laugh was airy and vile. Similar to the blow-out of bellow after collecting so much dust. The use of it stale and he followed behind her. Her shadow - little shadow crawling to bite and lap at her ankles.] So you are coming with me, then.
[The docks were a good place to start - a marked hunting ground for him in the past and he knew the old wood as good as the serpent crawling across the back of his hand. Each notch where someone might fall; where new planks had been applied and other left to rot. Either way, it could be done as a warning or to heed further suspicion to mark someone else for the deed.]
[It was smart and unsurprising that the idea should come from her.]
Gotta say - I've always admired your avarice - what's yours and is yours and what's mine? ["Is mine," he failed to say. She knew it already and as the men parted away, his hand went to the crook of the door. Pulling him out, like a creature from the ooze. Teeth and fangs; claws and eyes.]
[It was him and them that really bumped in the night.]
[Greed showed off his set, snapped at one of them that got too close, a sneer gracing up his jaw.] You still haven't given me a name, lovely. [He said, ripping away his vicious gesture to talk at her back.]
I'm curious to know just who pissed you off so much to come to me.
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Not exactly that either.
[Though, he doesn't take the time to reflect on the idea: "A man like you-" There weren't many like him. Very few in fact, six others to count, though he liked to pretend he was still a little different from the collection. Seven-deadlies in one package and he usually made out for the sore thumb.]
[However, there's a laugh. As Alec coaxes lips to his throat and Greed allows. Because the notion is a little bit of a joke: useful, not useful. The labels don't matter and the Sin cuts the shelf of his boot into the floor. Pivots it up as his eyes screw shut.] Am I? That's not how it really works, friend.
[He doesn't, wouldn't, and can't be under any else's thumb. It's a bad combination and all-too-quickly, he's the first to bite. At the chains, at the collar, at even the idea. But Alec's always been one for arrogance - with his too-green eyes that say he wants control and doesn't all in the same hitch.] Eh-
[The homunculus arches a shoulder. Bringing it up as his chin falls part way. Trying to see beyond hair and ribbons, rocking to the opposing palm. He wriggles a hand free while casually flicking the other; opening his fingers and the 'Shield in the same motion. A switchblade with a punch and it's a sharp twinge.]
[But he only guides a talon to snap the ribbon free. To cut the fabric and make to flutter away.] You've still got it all wrong, but all right. If that's what it'll take. [Not that he's about to take the kid's orders or bow under him. But he'll scratch an itch when it's due.]
[So he lets gravity do the talking. Back falling against a mattress that aches with misuse. Groaning, the springs already bent from previous encounters. There's enough clues to know that others have been here. From the claw marks at the wood-work to the smears of lipstick on faded-white sheets. Their signatures fresh and old, telling a story with each twist and turn of linen.]
[But Greed's not paying attention to it. Instead, he hikes up his legs. Hooks his heels into the crisscross of a frame and tosses himself and his company back. Alec on top, he at the bottom. Though that doesn't exactly mean much to him.]
[The headboard bucks when he frees his grip and Greed tosses his hands to the mount. Digs his nails into wood, holding him there with twined-wrists.] This, then? [He says with a mild tilt of his head.]
[It's a bone-thrown and even if it won't last very long, the Sin's not about to complain about the circumstance.]
[Though, he doesn't take the time to reflect on the idea: "A man like you-" There weren't many like him. Very few in fact, six others to count, though he liked to pretend he was still a little different from the collection. Seven-deadlies in one package and he usually made out for the sore thumb.]
[However, there's a laugh. As Alec coaxes lips to his throat and Greed allows. Because the notion is a little bit of a joke: useful, not useful. The labels don't matter and the Sin cuts the shelf of his boot into the floor. Pivots it up as his eyes screw shut.] Am I? That's not how it really works, friend.
[He doesn't, wouldn't, and can't be under any else's thumb. It's a bad combination and all-too-quickly, he's the first to bite. At the chains, at the collar, at even the idea. But Alec's always been one for arrogance - with his too-green eyes that say he wants control and doesn't all in the same hitch.] Eh-
[The homunculus arches a shoulder. Bringing it up as his chin falls part way. Trying to see beyond hair and ribbons, rocking to the opposing palm. He wriggles a hand free while casually flicking the other; opening his fingers and the 'Shield in the same motion. A switchblade with a punch and it's a sharp twinge.]
[But he only guides a talon to snap the ribbon free. To cut the fabric and make to flutter away.] You've still got it all wrong, but all right. If that's what it'll take. [Not that he's about to take the kid's orders or bow under him. But he'll scratch an itch when it's due.]
[So he lets gravity do the talking. Back falling against a mattress that aches with misuse. Groaning, the springs already bent from previous encounters. There's enough clues to know that others have been here. From the claw marks at the wood-work to the smears of lipstick on faded-white sheets. Their signatures fresh and old, telling a story with each twist and turn of linen.]
[But Greed's not paying attention to it. Instead, he hikes up his legs. Hooks his heels into the crisscross of a frame and tosses himself and his company back. Alec on top, he at the bottom. Though that doesn't exactly mean much to him.]
[The headboard bucks when he frees his grip and Greed tosses his hands to the mount. Digs his nails into wood, holding him there with twined-wrists.] This, then? [He says with a mild tilt of his head.]
[It's a bone-thrown and even if it won't last very long, the Sin's not about to complain about the circumstance.]
[ His words were all the incentive she needed -- and not that she needed very much to begin with. Adjusting her hold on him slightly, to hold his hand steady as she kissed his claws, her tongue flicking ever so gently. Teasing, tasting, gauging him and his reactions as she ever did her deals with him.
And really -- this hardly felt like reality, like something she was doing was real when she watched him draw blood and heal himself in the same breath. Stranger than all the priests ever said in their books. At any other time, she'd record it carefully. Be fascinated and appalled in equal measure.
But now? she found it just all to follow one seamless movement, as soon his shoulder was bared, her head dipped, pressing her lips, her teeth and her tongue over where the cut had run. Tasting no blood, at least not until she snatched a kiss off him. But it was fleeting, gone before she'd taken another gasp in. Like he had with her, her teeth found the dip of his neck in the second before he pulled away, settling on the ground again.
Elizabeth is frustrated with him, for a moment, she liked his heat, when it was close. Every bit of hellfire she could have under her palms. But he is a devil -- and he does so torment, or at least she realized in the moment his hand moved. In that, if she had his claws, his teeth, he would be cut to ribbons, the hand braced on his chest sunk in and scratched down. But it was an absent action, and selfish she was, the particulars of him were forgotten as she shuddered and writhed.
All that mattered was having every inch of him, and how hard it was to keep silent if this continued.
Being caught like this would be the death of her, in the end. As much as she might of forgotten all else, she didn't trust the hedge walls and stones to keep this as quiet as she'd like. The cry that came from her was smothered against the back of her hand. Teeth biting into her knuckles, but it still didn't keep it all down. The sound bubbling up and coming free despite her best efforts at each deep movement, rattling it from her. Symptoms of a cause.
It was the riddle of her existence, that it must all be locked up deeply inside of her. ] Greed, they'll -- [ - another cry and her head tipped back, feeling the heat curl in her stomach, gone again in the slide of his cock out and then back in -- ] they'll hear.
[ As much of a warning as she could get out, gasped and panted out. Something like begging or as close as she would ever come to it, in this.
But she would never ask him to stop. ]
And really -- this hardly felt like reality, like something she was doing was real when she watched him draw blood and heal himself in the same breath. Stranger than all the priests ever said in their books. At any other time, she'd record it carefully. Be fascinated and appalled in equal measure.
But now? she found it just all to follow one seamless movement, as soon his shoulder was bared, her head dipped, pressing her lips, her teeth and her tongue over where the cut had run. Tasting no blood, at least not until she snatched a kiss off him. But it was fleeting, gone before she'd taken another gasp in. Like he had with her, her teeth found the dip of his neck in the second before he pulled away, settling on the ground again.
Elizabeth is frustrated with him, for a moment, she liked his heat, when it was close. Every bit of hellfire she could have under her palms. But he is a devil -- and he does so torment, or at least she realized in the moment his hand moved. In that, if she had his claws, his teeth, he would be cut to ribbons, the hand braced on his chest sunk in and scratched down. But it was an absent action, and selfish she was, the particulars of him were forgotten as she shuddered and writhed.
All that mattered was having every inch of him, and how hard it was to keep silent if this continued.
Being caught like this would be the death of her, in the end. As much as she might of forgotten all else, she didn't trust the hedge walls and stones to keep this as quiet as she'd like. The cry that came from her was smothered against the back of her hand. Teeth biting into her knuckles, but it still didn't keep it all down. The sound bubbling up and coming free despite her best efforts at each deep movement, rattling it from her. Symptoms of a cause.
It was the riddle of her existence, that it must all be locked up deeply inside of her. ] Greed, they'll -- [ - another cry and her head tipped back, feeling the heat curl in her stomach, gone again in the slide of his cock out and then back in -- ] they'll hear.
[ As much of a warning as she could get out, gasped and panted out. Something like begging or as close as she would ever come to it, in this.
But she would never ask him to stop. ]
[ Elizabeth knew every story they had ever said of her. That her mama was a witch, and her father had killed the bitch of a wife when she'd gotten caught bedding another man. That her Papa raised her mean, ignoring her in favor of a baby brother, and she had become twisted because of it. That she had claws, and lips that were covered with venom, so that if she kissed some poor unsuspecting fool, they'd die. That they'd love every minute of it before they drew their last.
The one thing every story got right, apart from her perchance for violence, she had been bemused to note, was that anything she had ever let go of, had claw marks in it. Pried from aching cold finger tips. Perhaps that was she why liked him best. There was no explanation, only a need to have. ]
I wondered that you ever asked whether I would stay behind.
[ A shrug, at his question, at his admiration, as if she had no need of it, but it was seldom a man ever commented a woman for her sins.
Plentiful as they were. ]
Marcus. I do not know his family name, I don't care to. I know his face. It is enough. [ Etched into her mind like only vengeance could mark such a thing. ]
The one thing every story got right, apart from her perchance for violence, she had been bemused to note, was that anything she had ever let go of, had claw marks in it. Pried from aching cold finger tips. Perhaps that was she why liked him best. There was no explanation, only a need to have. ]
I wondered that you ever asked whether I would stay behind.
[ A shrug, at his question, at his admiration, as if she had no need of it, but it was seldom a man ever commented a woman for her sins.
Plentiful as they were. ]
Marcus. I do not know his family name, I don't care to. I know his face. It is enough. [ Etched into her mind like only vengeance could mark such a thing. ]
[The cobblestone street was a maze of hazy fog and flickering lamp-light. The last-ditch efforts of mankind trying to drive the darkness away, but it was a futile effort, and when Greed slithered to her side, he moved just like it. Smooth to caress a wall, extending his arm to her peripheral as he showed his hand the door. With a shove, it opened, bringing in everything wicked that came knocking.]
[Which was him and her - her and him. Two matched in bad-business and the Sin rolled out the point of his boot. Made it cut through the thick settlement. And he jerked his head over his shoulder, if distracted by a ghost or two, before shrugging.] Was worth a shot, anyway.
[Really, he didn't care the guy's name - Marcus, Johnathan, whatever - it was just a target, in the end. Like the rest left in his wake. Some names taken, others tossed aside.]
[It was just business.]
[Greed moved down an alleyway. One that twisted behind building after building, growing narrower as they passed. It was here that people spat and hid - darting when they saw him coming. Instincts on high and he could give them some credit:]
[At least they knew when something wasn't quite right.]
[It was bad company all around. The Queen with her claws and the man who harbored demons. Or was a demon. The stories had changed so many times, Greed had lost count in the last hundred years or so. Rumors turned to tales, tales to legends, and legends to bedtime whispers to keep children far away from the streets at night.]
[He pocketed his hands as his strolled, casual demeanor holding his shoulders, his spine. He walked with a practiced sort of motion, as if he had taken the route a million times before, the quip of smile glowing whenever they crossed a shallow window. When flame shivered and he swallowed it. Lapped it and licked it across the sharps of his teeth.]
Did you set him up already, or is this going to be a surprise visit? [Greed said with mild amusement. Though it was a hushed hiss to keep secrets between; to keep matters private as he nudged the jagged opening with a click of his elbow.]
Guess it doesn't matter either way.
[Which was him and her - her and him. Two matched in bad-business and the Sin rolled out the point of his boot. Made it cut through the thick settlement. And he jerked his head over his shoulder, if distracted by a ghost or two, before shrugging.] Was worth a shot, anyway.
[Really, he didn't care the guy's name - Marcus, Johnathan, whatever - it was just a target, in the end. Like the rest left in his wake. Some names taken, others tossed aside.]
[It was just business.]
[Greed moved down an alleyway. One that twisted behind building after building, growing narrower as they passed. It was here that people spat and hid - darting when they saw him coming. Instincts on high and he could give them some credit:]
[At least they knew when something wasn't quite right.]
[It was bad company all around. The Queen with her claws and the man who harbored demons. Or was a demon. The stories had changed so many times, Greed had lost count in the last hundred years or so. Rumors turned to tales, tales to legends, and legends to bedtime whispers to keep children far away from the streets at night.]
[He pocketed his hands as his strolled, casual demeanor holding his shoulders, his spine. He walked with a practiced sort of motion, as if he had taken the route a million times before, the quip of smile glowing whenever they crossed a shallow window. When flame shivered and he swallowed it. Lapped it and licked it across the sharps of his teeth.]
Did you set him up already, or is this going to be a surprise visit? [Greed said with mild amusement. Though it was a hushed hiss to keep secrets between; to keep matters private as he nudged the jagged opening with a click of his elbow.]
Guess it doesn't matter either way.
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[His eyes go shut when her teeth meet his skin, but it isn't with the same heavy lust. It's something of a crooked smile, one that's hard to read: both sinister and kind. Both relentless and giving. An anomaly all by itself and wasn't he just the definition: something that wasn't quite human, but teetered on the brink of the idea. Something that should have had her pinned down and torn apart, but wouldn't raise a hand even if he was forced. Each part of him a contradiction. From the name he held to the weapons he harbored.]
[It was, is, and would be why he always turned tail from the rest of kin.]
[He laughs, though, when she struggles to make words. When they're jumbled and it's the sweetest kind of payout. The whole pile of chips to run through his knuckles and he pulls himself out completely. Only to shove himself in deeper, slowly, savoring the moment. While his finger unfurls and Greed strokes to the beat. As if in an afterthought.] Oh-? Didn't think that really mattered here, lovely.
[But he offers his lips instead. His own throat more suitable than cries shoved to the proverbial pillow and the Sin takes her mouth with his. Tongue to prod, following the gesture of his grinding hips. Smothering her with all the heat she so desperately wants and he lifts with his thighs. With his heels. Up and down, in and out. Letting her ride as hard as she wants, but he'll torture as good as the rest.]
[She hasn't said no - hasn't told him to stop. Nothing but that need saying more than any worries she may have and Greed can't help his grin. It's the cat that's got all the cream and oh, does it just pour and pour and pour.]
[One finger's followed by a second. And a third. Running from the hidden bend and away and he's caressing her hip, dragging knuckles across her bones. Until he dips to where his stomach meets and muscles tense. Giving him room to slip between her legs, grabbing her sex between two splayed-fingers and he pinches there. Rolls, jerks, and twists.]
[Oh, he'll take. She only needed to ask.]
[It was, is, and would be why he always turned tail from the rest of kin.]
[He laughs, though, when she struggles to make words. When they're jumbled and it's the sweetest kind of payout. The whole pile of chips to run through his knuckles and he pulls himself out completely. Only to shove himself in deeper, slowly, savoring the moment. While his finger unfurls and Greed strokes to the beat. As if in an afterthought.] Oh-? Didn't think that really mattered here, lovely.
[But he offers his lips instead. His own throat more suitable than cries shoved to the proverbial pillow and the Sin takes her mouth with his. Tongue to prod, following the gesture of his grinding hips. Smothering her with all the heat she so desperately wants and he lifts with his thighs. With his heels. Up and down, in and out. Letting her ride as hard as she wants, but he'll torture as good as the rest.]
[She hasn't said no - hasn't told him to stop. Nothing but that need saying more than any worries she may have and Greed can't help his grin. It's the cat that's got all the cream and oh, does it just pour and pour and pour.]
[One finger's followed by a second. And a third. Running from the hidden bend and away and he's caressing her hip, dragging knuckles across her bones. Until he dips to where his stomach meets and muscles tense. Giving him room to slip between her legs, grabbing her sex between two splayed-fingers and he pinches there. Rolls, jerks, and twists.]
[Oh, he'll take. She only needed to ask.]
[ Like this, she was all but an extension of his presence. A masquerade hiding a masquerade. His intent hidden by her presence. His savagery hiding her malicious cruelty.
It might of been a dance, how they wove through the streets. The dark parts of the city that those who wished to be respectable avoided, and whores and thugs gave their trade. Her skirts already stained with muck even before this, her feet light as she stepped over the dirt that covered the ground.
But she tossed her head back, walking like she owned the cobble stones herself. The red hair she was so proud of turned to rust in the half torch light of poorly lit streets. Mistress of this place, no matter how ruthless the man she turned her gaze on, they would doff their hat and dip their head to her. And how she smirked for it, proud to the last. How she laughed when they told her as a girl, she should learn to fear the devil that hid in the dark.
They had stopped scaring her a long time ago, not when the cruelest thing she had ever seen was keeping company with her. ]
He drinks, with his fellows. [ There was a sneer. Loyalty came cheap. Whosoever of her men betrayed her often found that the gold was never enough by the time she was finished with them, and by the same contrast, fealty was rewarded in ample.
How happy it was for her, that Phillip's men were all traitors. Her lips parted further in a silent laugh that was between them both. ] He does not know they have sold him out.
It might of been a dance, how they wove through the streets. The dark parts of the city that those who wished to be respectable avoided, and whores and thugs gave their trade. Her skirts already stained with muck even before this, her feet light as she stepped over the dirt that covered the ground.
But she tossed her head back, walking like she owned the cobble stones herself. The red hair she was so proud of turned to rust in the half torch light of poorly lit streets. Mistress of this place, no matter how ruthless the man she turned her gaze on, they would doff their hat and dip their head to her. And how she smirked for it, proud to the last. How she laughed when they told her as a girl, she should learn to fear the devil that hid in the dark.
They had stopped scaring her a long time ago, not when the cruelest thing she had ever seen was keeping company with her. ]
He drinks, with his fellows. [ There was a sneer. Loyalty came cheap. Whosoever of her men betrayed her often found that the gold was never enough by the time she was finished with them, and by the same contrast, fealty was rewarded in ample.
How happy it was for her, that Phillip's men were all traitors. Her lips parted further in a silent laugh that was between them both. ] He does not know they have sold him out.
[Alec's hair spills down onto his shoulders now, fine and long, like a spray of feathers. It could tangle if he's not careful, but the last thing that Alec's concerned about right now is being careful.]
[Instead he lets himself fall with Greed, until he's on top and the last thing he has to be concerned about is the fact that he might crush Greed, because he doesn't have to know how much Greed can take to know that Alec certainly isn't anywhere near the limits.]
[It's the kind of safety net Alec needs, the sort of thing he's much more concerned about than if he himself will get hurt.]
Time will tell. [Still with that perfect arrogance, the sort of blind confidence that he will get what he wants and what he needs. This isn't the sort of attitude that Alec is completely comfortable with, but it is his legacy, what he's been born to succeed at. Whether it amuses Greed or entices him to be more assertive in response, or if it makes him obey, Alec knows that he's the one who's winning. (They both are.)]
[Whatever Alec might ordinarily hold back, his fingers are honest as they smooth over Greed's chest and then slip under the shirt he's wearing, letting his nails scrape sharp over skin, laying his own claim over this man that so many others have had (that has had so many others.)]
[Alec's hips twist against Greed, even though he knows that he himself doesn't need the encouragement.]
This will do rather nicely, yes.
[Instead he lets himself fall with Greed, until he's on top and the last thing he has to be concerned about is the fact that he might crush Greed, because he doesn't have to know how much Greed can take to know that Alec certainly isn't anywhere near the limits.]
[It's the kind of safety net Alec needs, the sort of thing he's much more concerned about than if he himself will get hurt.]
Time will tell. [Still with that perfect arrogance, the sort of blind confidence that he will get what he wants and what he needs. This isn't the sort of attitude that Alec is completely comfortable with, but it is his legacy, what he's been born to succeed at. Whether it amuses Greed or entices him to be more assertive in response, or if it makes him obey, Alec knows that he's the one who's winning. (They both are.)]
[Whatever Alec might ordinarily hold back, his fingers are honest as they smooth over Greed's chest and then slip under the shirt he's wearing, letting his nails scrape sharp over skin, laying his own claim over this man that so many others have had (that has had so many others.)]
[Alec's hips twist against Greed, even though he knows that he himself doesn't need the encouragement.]
This will do rather nicely, yes.
[The air was moist and heavy with the scent of low tide. Dregs of oil lapping at the water's edge with the undertone of everything awful the bay could provide. The rotting wash of fish and bait licking with each caress of a gentle wave and it was slippery. Like that of an eel coiling around the thick wood base. In and out, back and forth.]
[Greed peeled out onto the main stretch, his grin smoldering. With a pinch and a flick, a rolled ignited. Helped by a match struck at the thigh, bringing the flames of Hell at his fingers. To caress his face, shining him in oranges that turned gold at his shades and his skin.]
[It was extinguished with a pinch that seemed like charcoal. His fingers suddenly too dark, too sharp and the Sin inhaled, sending smoke down into his core and out. Billows of it like serpents fleeing through his teeth as he tilted his head back in tow with her own. Found the pulse and stole it, too.]
Tsk - that's cruel, even for you. [He said with a slip of his eyes. Purples to watch as light flicked across the inky-black tide. Making lines where the moon crossed and both outlined in silver.] If you weren't human, she might have liked you.
[But he left it at that. Moving away and birthing room as he tossed heel over heel. Crossing and weaving, his neck sunk into his shoulders. He was a monster in every right: from the way he walked, to how he spoke. But unlike the others, Greed kept to a certain creed. He had tossed away the smoke and mirrors preferring the crueler side of the truth.]
[And almost, always, it won him far more favors.]
[Including the one present and the homunculus stopped at the cobblestone outside the edge of the docks. Rolled his shoulders with a slow-moving twist and his heels knocked against the thickly-spaced wood. Clack, went one. Clunk, went the other. Drawling, the proverbial reaper drawing near as teeth sunk into the end of rolled tobacco. Puncturing with a promise and he stopped once with a solid kick-back. Snapping the shelf of his boot to turn a glance over the fur-cuff of his shoulder.]
Last time, lovely. This is your chance to go on home.
[Greed peeled out onto the main stretch, his grin smoldering. With a pinch and a flick, a rolled ignited. Helped by a match struck at the thigh, bringing the flames of Hell at his fingers. To caress his face, shining him in oranges that turned gold at his shades and his skin.]
[It was extinguished with a pinch that seemed like charcoal. His fingers suddenly too dark, too sharp and the Sin inhaled, sending smoke down into his core and out. Billows of it like serpents fleeing through his teeth as he tilted his head back in tow with her own. Found the pulse and stole it, too.]
Tsk - that's cruel, even for you. [He said with a slip of his eyes. Purples to watch as light flicked across the inky-black tide. Making lines where the moon crossed and both outlined in silver.] If you weren't human, she might have liked you.
[But he left it at that. Moving away and birthing room as he tossed heel over heel. Crossing and weaving, his neck sunk into his shoulders. He was a monster in every right: from the way he walked, to how he spoke. But unlike the others, Greed kept to a certain creed. He had tossed away the smoke and mirrors preferring the crueler side of the truth.]
[And almost, always, it won him far more favors.]
[Including the one present and the homunculus stopped at the cobblestone outside the edge of the docks. Rolled his shoulders with a slow-moving twist and his heels knocked against the thickly-spaced wood. Clack, went one. Clunk, went the other. Drawling, the proverbial reaper drawing near as teeth sunk into the end of rolled tobacco. Puncturing with a promise and he stopped once with a solid kick-back. Snapping the shelf of his boot to turn a glance over the fur-cuff of his shoulder.]
Last time, lovely. This is your chance to go on home.
[His laughter is smooth and breathless. As his head falls back and he makes no attempt to stop whatever it is that Alec is doing - that'd be unproductive, in the end, and Greed's not the sort of creature to deny anyone what they so rightfully want. So he lets the spikes of his hair hit the headboard, his skull knocking out with a hollow sort of thud.]
Good thing I have all the time in the world, then.
[The dark is thick and dreamy. The light wash of a false-twilight from the street turning things gray, ghostly, and it's a steady sort of air that slips in and out. From the whistling open of a window, coiling curtains that had seen better days.]
[Alec is right, in all of his mental prowess - there had been plenty here, too many faces to count in all the centuries the devil's dwelt. But even if he can't remember the names, the Avaricious has always counted himself pretty good at remembering a face. And even when Alec's time has run out, Greed knows all too well that there will be plenty of other occasions to keep that face remembered.]
[So he moves his wrists. Rotates them so the flats of his lower arms face out and leather bands pile as muscle thickens. A lift sends him part way up, jaws opening with an audible and forced intake of air.] Y'know, for someone your age, you really are pretty demanding. I guess that's why I like you.
[To be liked by the living embodiment of it: it's almost poetry, almost sickening. At least, most people would consider it that way. But Alec is a funny sort - darting this way and that, his clear purpose masked behind a mask, behind a mask. Always hiding something and Greed's grin slowly closes. Making a line of his lips as he nudges his head to his partner's throat. Pressing his nose, his forehead.]
Show me, kid - [The Sin starts, voice like a poisonous purr. Echoing in his throat, rattling his teeth.] - everything you really want.
Good thing I have all the time in the world, then.
[The dark is thick and dreamy. The light wash of a false-twilight from the street turning things gray, ghostly, and it's a steady sort of air that slips in and out. From the whistling open of a window, coiling curtains that had seen better days.]
[Alec is right, in all of his mental prowess - there had been plenty here, too many faces to count in all the centuries the devil's dwelt. But even if he can't remember the names, the Avaricious has always counted himself pretty good at remembering a face. And even when Alec's time has run out, Greed knows all too well that there will be plenty of other occasions to keep that face remembered.]
[So he moves his wrists. Rotates them so the flats of his lower arms face out and leather bands pile as muscle thickens. A lift sends him part way up, jaws opening with an audible and forced intake of air.] Y'know, for someone your age, you really are pretty demanding. I guess that's why I like you.
[To be liked by the living embodiment of it: it's almost poetry, almost sickening. At least, most people would consider it that way. But Alec is a funny sort - darting this way and that, his clear purpose masked behind a mask, behind a mask. Always hiding something and Greed's grin slowly closes. Making a line of his lips as he nudges his head to his partner's throat. Pressing his nose, his forehead.]
Show me, kid - [The Sin starts, voice like a poisonous purr. Echoing in his throat, rattling his teeth.] - everything you really want.
[Every movement of Greed's body is a reminder of the power that he has on offer and a promise of the way that Alec is going to make him feel, the way that Greed is going to make Alec feel. He's not ordinary, not human, but that just makes him all the more something to explore, and it is good that they have the time they need, because Alec's not inclined to rush this.]
[He's not always a very patient person, bad at picking his timing except when it's aimed to infuriate. But this is different, and he's still a sort of scientist -- if one whose never heard of the scientific method -- intent on categorizing Greed, on understanding his properties.]
If I'm going to be demanding I might like some oil as well. [A cheeky tone of voice, but nothing that he thinks is going to be getting a problem, something that will make his explorations a bit easier.]
[Everything he wants is both simple and complicated, but he's very eager to indicate exactly what it means, ready to show Greed exactly what it is that he's inviting.]
If you want I can promise to be gentle.
[But what does a promise like that really mean? Still, the offer is as much a dare as anything else.]
[He's not always a very patient person, bad at picking his timing except when it's aimed to infuriate. But this is different, and he's still a sort of scientist -- if one whose never heard of the scientific method -- intent on categorizing Greed, on understanding his properties.]
If I'm going to be demanding I might like some oil as well. [A cheeky tone of voice, but nothing that he thinks is going to be getting a problem, something that will make his explorations a bit easier.]
[Everything he wants is both simple and complicated, but he's very eager to indicate exactly what it means, ready to show Greed exactly what it is that he's inviting.]
If you want I can promise to be gentle.
[But what does a promise like that really mean? Still, the offer is as much a dare as anything else.]
[It's easy to feel his smile widen when Alec finally gives in. When he finally starts making some demands that can actually be fulfilled and Greed's shoulders raise just a tad from their compromised position. He whispers against the skin of Alec's throat - hot, moist. Stale with cigarette smoke and spiced with good scotch.]
Try under the bed. Keep a few things handy in case someone interesting comes along. [Or in case someone actually wants to have a go and fuck him like the devil. Not like he's one to complain or say no. He's taken the bottom row from time to time and, if anything, it's usually a good ride.]
[He doubts, though, that Alec is seeking out that particular route.]
[Greed retracts and his nails screech as they bite into wood. At his angle, he's looking down at Alec - with those ghostly eyes that are foreign and strange. They widen and settle, thoughts passing through with the jittery motions of his pupils.] Not sure if it's any good, though.
[Though, he knows of a few alternatives and Greed slowly brings one leg up. To set the base of his heel next to Alec's thigh and he nudges the crook of a boot up and down a rigid backside. Coiling that wicked bend, pressing the pointed tip into the small bump at his partner's spine.]
Gentle? Ha - ! That's not really what you're into, is it? [Greed arches himself forward, straining against his own muscles as he makes a snap at the empty air. His teeth click together with a crunch, with a grin that grows in anticipation. Oh, he's a terrible creature: in make, design, and status.]
Whatever you want - I told you. Show me everything you've got for me, lovely.
Try under the bed. Keep a few things handy in case someone interesting comes along. [Or in case someone actually wants to have a go and fuck him like the devil. Not like he's one to complain or say no. He's taken the bottom row from time to time and, if anything, it's usually a good ride.]
[He doubts, though, that Alec is seeking out that particular route.]
[Greed retracts and his nails screech as they bite into wood. At his angle, he's looking down at Alec - with those ghostly eyes that are foreign and strange. They widen and settle, thoughts passing through with the jittery motions of his pupils.] Not sure if it's any good, though.
[Though, he knows of a few alternatives and Greed slowly brings one leg up. To set the base of his heel next to Alec's thigh and he nudges the crook of a boot up and down a rigid backside. Coiling that wicked bend, pressing the pointed tip into the small bump at his partner's spine.]
Gentle? Ha - ! That's not really what you're into, is it? [Greed arches himself forward, straining against his own muscles as he makes a snap at the empty air. His teeth click together with a crunch, with a grin that grows in anticipation. Oh, he's a terrible creature: in make, design, and status.]
Whatever you want - I told you. Show me everything you've got for me, lovely.
You have so many other places like this one, then? [Alec's not sure he likes the sound of it not being any good, but they'll figure it out, the pessimist in him not triumphing over his lust and his wanting (and what separate things they are) for the moment.]
[Alec rolls off the bed, awkward limbs and a bit of fumbling as he has to pull away from Greed, from the magnetism of their attraction. He's impatient and yet he wants to relish this, wants to explore everything that Greed's body has to offer.]
[Wants to know him the way Greed seems to already know Alec.]
You'll get to find out all of that.
[Having found what he needed Alec clambers back onto the bed, one hand holding his prize but his attention back on Greed, on shoving the fall of hair away from his own face so that Alec can nip at Greed's lower lip, can show his own teeth.]
[Alec rolls off the bed, awkward limbs and a bit of fumbling as he has to pull away from Greed, from the magnetism of their attraction. He's impatient and yet he wants to relish this, wants to explore everything that Greed's body has to offer.]
[Wants to know him the way Greed seems to already know Alec.]
You'll get to find out all of that.
[Having found what he needed Alec clambers back onto the bed, one hand holding his prize but his attention back on Greed, on shoving the fall of hair away from his own face so that Alec can nip at Greed's lower lip, can show his own teeth.]
No, not really. Just here. [The Devil's Nest, he means. It's his home and his kingdom. To reign as he pleases in the seediest part of town: where crooked alleyways turn that more jagged and where the liquor's too good to pass up. Where people come to get away from it all and he's happy to entertain the company: all walks of life, but it's usually thick with criminals instead. Which, if he were being asked, was much preferred.]
[They often kept things simple.]
[Greed's head falls back with mild disappointment when Alec leaves and his lips pull to the side in a pouting frown. Eyebrows follow, creasing together when he cocks his head slightly to the side. He could almost pass for innocent then - almost being the key word, because as soon as Alec's got the bottle in his hand, those teeth come fanning out. From lips pulled too tight and there's visible interest - in his eyes, in his jaws, and the Sin settles his head comfortably into the back-board.]
Will I now. Glad to see you're finally seeing things from my perspective. [Greed's voice is a humming sort of purr. Sultry like jazz and hard like metal. An intertwining of two harmonies cycling in his throat and when Alec nips at his lip, the homunculus lowers his hands away from the wood anchor behind him. Slipping through the columns holding the straight-piece together instead and he mimicks a prisoner. Shoving his hands between the bars and he fists his hands, keeping them locked there.]
[Because he doesn't want this to be a quick in and out. A slam-bam-thank-you-kid kind of deal. No; he's been doing this song and dance a bit too long and he'll gladly take his time.]
[So a tongue rolls out, chasing the teeth that come bared. As if trying to coax the other on: "C'mon, give it to me. More, more, more." But Greed doesn't say a word - instead, he growls. Something soft, an approval.]
[They often kept things simple.]
[Greed's head falls back with mild disappointment when Alec leaves and his lips pull to the side in a pouting frown. Eyebrows follow, creasing together when he cocks his head slightly to the side. He could almost pass for innocent then - almost being the key word, because as soon as Alec's got the bottle in his hand, those teeth come fanning out. From lips pulled too tight and there's visible interest - in his eyes, in his jaws, and the Sin settles his head comfortably into the back-board.]
Will I now. Glad to see you're finally seeing things from my perspective. [Greed's voice is a humming sort of purr. Sultry like jazz and hard like metal. An intertwining of two harmonies cycling in his throat and when Alec nips at his lip, the homunculus lowers his hands away from the wood anchor behind him. Slipping through the columns holding the straight-piece together instead and he mimicks a prisoner. Shoving his hands between the bars and he fists his hands, keeping them locked there.]
[Because he doesn't want this to be a quick in and out. A slam-bam-thank-you-kid kind of deal. No; he's been doing this song and dance a bit too long and he'll gladly take his time.]
[So a tongue rolls out, chasing the teeth that come bared. As if trying to coax the other on: "C'mon, give it to me. More, more, more." But Greed doesn't say a word - instead, he growls. Something soft, an approval.]
[Greed may find himself surprised by how aggressive Alec can be in the bedroom, when it catches his fancy (and Richard had worked to encourage that, to allow it when it wasn't making an already black mood spiral even worse). There's still no rhyme or reason to the twists of his moods or his mind, but that much Greed should be used to by now.]
[Alec doesn't bother to study what Greed looks like alone on the bed, because he's too eager to return, even if he hasn't determined exactly what he's going to do with what he's fetched, but that's a minor detail compared to the rest of this.]
[Alec finds himself tempted towards the alcohol now, but that would mean leaving Greed instead, and this is a different kind of altering to his mood, and one that he refocuses on, teeth digging in after a nip, not needing too much to be encouraged, not requiring anything more than what he's getting -- Greed's enthusiastic responses.]
[Still Alec doesn't shut up, because there are always words, even when they'll cease to make any particular sort of sense, they still wind up being said. It's just Alec's way, a habit too firm to be broken despite the fact that there's not really any reason for it.]
[He has to pull back to speak, but he takes the opportunity to touch as well, one hand cupping Greed's cheek, nails scraping to leave thin white lines in their immediate wake and then a pivoting of his hand to press his forefinger against Greed's lips, to find out if he will suck it.]
[Or if he'll bite.]
Even I can be taught, if the right teaching methods are employed.
[The lazy drawl of Alec's voice seems particularly suited to this moment.]
[Alec doesn't bother to study what Greed looks like alone on the bed, because he's too eager to return, even if he hasn't determined exactly what he's going to do with what he's fetched, but that's a minor detail compared to the rest of this.]
[Alec finds himself tempted towards the alcohol now, but that would mean leaving Greed instead, and this is a different kind of altering to his mood, and one that he refocuses on, teeth digging in after a nip, not needing too much to be encouraged, not requiring anything more than what he's getting -- Greed's enthusiastic responses.]
[Still Alec doesn't shut up, because there are always words, even when they'll cease to make any particular sort of sense, they still wind up being said. It's just Alec's way, a habit too firm to be broken despite the fact that there's not really any reason for it.]
[He has to pull back to speak, but he takes the opportunity to touch as well, one hand cupping Greed's cheek, nails scraping to leave thin white lines in their immediate wake and then a pivoting of his hand to press his forefinger against Greed's lips, to find out if he will suck it.]
[Or if he'll bite.]
Even I can be taught, if the right teaching methods are employed.
[The lazy drawl of Alec's voice seems particularly suited to this moment.]
[Words are Alec's strong point: probably one of his best features. He's smart, he's resourceful. But Greed's a creature of action and when the other sits up and presents a finger, it's an easy decision. The Sin takes the tip in his mouth first, swiping and dragging it further with his tongue. Swallowing it to the first knuckle.]
[That's when he bites.]
[It's a gentle nip at first. Just to feel the defined hardness of Alec's bones - they're exposed against his thin frame, practically poking out to challenge the strength of his jaws. Greed knows it can't win in the end, so he doesn't test the limits too much. Instead, he just holds the flesh there, bringing his mouth around the knuckle to seal it. A few brief sucks later and his smile ruins the whole thing.]
That so? [Eyes flick up and he retracts his head. Smearing the spikes of his hair across wood, making them bend slightly.] For everything I actually know about you, taking an order isn't really one of your strong points.
[But hey - he's not faulting Alec on it. Orders weren't his strong point either and that's landed him into enough trouble for a few centuries worth of lifetime(s). The Sin tightens the muscles of his arms, tenses to make tendons line out against his skin.]
What is it you want to learn then, kid? [If he wants to learn all the vices, he'll give it to him. If he wants to take a piece of the cake and eat it too, fine. Either way, Greed's getting what he wants out of the deal - this way or that, it doesn't matter to him.]
[So he watches Alec from the cliff of his chin and waits.] C'mon, I told you to show me. No need to second-guess yourself - I'm not like the rest.
[That's when he bites.]
[It's a gentle nip at first. Just to feel the defined hardness of Alec's bones - they're exposed against his thin frame, practically poking out to challenge the strength of his jaws. Greed knows it can't win in the end, so he doesn't test the limits too much. Instead, he just holds the flesh there, bringing his mouth around the knuckle to seal it. A few brief sucks later and his smile ruins the whole thing.]
That so? [Eyes flick up and he retracts his head. Smearing the spikes of his hair across wood, making them bend slightly.] For everything I actually know about you, taking an order isn't really one of your strong points.
[But hey - he's not faulting Alec on it. Orders weren't his strong point either and that's landed him into enough trouble for a few centuries worth of lifetime(s). The Sin tightens the muscles of his arms, tenses to make tendons line out against his skin.]
What is it you want to learn then, kid? [If he wants to learn all the vices, he'll give it to him. If he wants to take a piece of the cake and eat it too, fine. Either way, Greed's getting what he wants out of the deal - this way or that, it doesn't matter to him.]
[So he watches Alec from the cliff of his chin and waits.] C'mon, I told you to show me. No need to second-guess yourself - I'm not like the rest.
What you look like when you're flushed with pleasure.
[If he does get flushed with pleasure.]
[What makes him get that way.]
How you act when you've been riled up.
[He's already getting an idea of how Greed reacts to a challenge, to what he makes of Alec himself. All important things.]
Right now I want these off, though.
[And Alec's reaching for the fastening on Greed's pants to try to get him to buck his hips in a useful way. It's only when he looks at him this way that Alec truly appreciates the power in the other's body, but that's not something to make Alec stop, or to make him wary.]
[If he does get flushed with pleasure.]
[What makes him get that way.]
How you act when you've been riled up.
[He's already getting an idea of how Greed reacts to a challenge, to what he makes of Alec himself. All important things.]
Right now I want these off, though.
[And Alec's reaching for the fastening on Greed's pants to try to get him to buck his hips in a useful way. It's only when he looks at him this way that Alec truly appreciates the power in the other's body, but that's not something to make Alec stop, or to make him wary.]
Oh-?
[He's all too keen to oblige. Lifting his hips, setting his heels down to anchor him. His torso goes up, his shoulders bend down, and his spine arches with a wicked angle. It's a demand - to see just how far his avarice can be pushed until it's all too much.]
[Either way, it's an interesting twist on an evening.]
[Greed's grin is wide as it is sharp. The very idea of having his own world turned on its head is one that he finds incredibly amusing. He hadn't pegged Alec for the sort, though he should have. The kid's not exactly forthcoming with everything and he should have noticed the extra ace up his sleeve. Ready to play when the game came to a boiling point.]
[It's funny: just how unpredictable some humans can be.]
[Greed's fingers open up and his wrists knock against the wood as he back-latches behind the headboard. Hidden there are claws - it's obvious when a splintering-crunch comes calling from the dark.] Not stopping you, kid. But it's a tall order to fill - just remember that.
[He's all too keen to oblige. Lifting his hips, setting his heels down to anchor him. His torso goes up, his shoulders bend down, and his spine arches with a wicked angle. It's a demand - to see just how far his avarice can be pushed until it's all too much.]
[Either way, it's an interesting twist on an evening.]
[Greed's grin is wide as it is sharp. The very idea of having his own world turned on its head is one that he finds incredibly amusing. He hadn't pegged Alec for the sort, though he should have. The kid's not exactly forthcoming with everything and he should have noticed the extra ace up his sleeve. Ready to play when the game came to a boiling point.]
[It's funny: just how unpredictable some humans can be.]
[Greed's fingers open up and his wrists knock against the wood as he back-latches behind the headboard. Hidden there are claws - it's obvious when a splintering-crunch comes calling from the dark.] Not stopping you, kid. But it's a tall order to fill - just remember that.
Perhaps I'll surprise you.
[Possible, but Alec would have to hope that Greed has low expectations of him to genuinely expect that to happen, and he's not about to want that.]
[His arrogance leans in a different direction, but Alec's never pleased to be caught out to have so little experience as he does.]
[Still, he might not have been with all that many men (certainly nothing compared to Greed, but only a few even without that comparison to tilt the scale), but he knows how to tease.]
[So it is that once he's gotten Greed's pants off, once he's worked his cock free, Alec wraps his dry hand around him and slowly moves his thumb along the length for just a moment, before he's slithering down Greed's body, acting like the man's hands around the headboard really are tied in place.]
Pleasantly, or not...
[And then Alec is licking against Greed's stomach, a moment to allow Greed to anticipate something more, before he goes clambering back up the man's body, fingers exploring and making the threat to scratch (nothing like what Greed has done to that wood).]
[A brat, but that much isn't a surprise, and he does intend to see Greed satisfied, eventually.]
[(Alec's mouth is just better at other things.)]
[Possible, but Alec would have to hope that Greed has low expectations of him to genuinely expect that to happen, and he's not about to want that.]
[His arrogance leans in a different direction, but Alec's never pleased to be caught out to have so little experience as he does.]
[Still, he might not have been with all that many men (certainly nothing compared to Greed, but only a few even without that comparison to tilt the scale), but he knows how to tease.]
[So it is that once he's gotten Greed's pants off, once he's worked his cock free, Alec wraps his dry hand around him and slowly moves his thumb along the length for just a moment, before he's slithering down Greed's body, acting like the man's hands around the headboard really are tied in place.]
Pleasantly, or not...
[And then Alec is licking against Greed's stomach, a moment to allow Greed to anticipate something more, before he goes clambering back up the man's body, fingers exploring and making the threat to scratch (nothing like what Greed has done to that wood).]
[A brat, but that much isn't a surprise, and he does intend to see Greed satisfied, eventually.]
[(Alec's mouth is just better at other things.)]
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