["Perhaps my expectations were too high." It's meant to sting. To bring that ego of his down a notch, to make him believe that this is all Alec is. Someone who feels he has no worth and all of it; someone who doesn't care about living and death, yet has no desire to lose it all. A contradiction in every form and oh, isn't it just rich.]
[Greed forces himself to the hilt, pushing inside Alec until his cock's gone with one last roll of the hips. And it's there that he stops; hovering over Alec while a low rumble of laughter crawls up his throat. But it isn't angry, not even a hiss. More like an airy whisper. It makes the muscles of his stomach tighten and those red lines of his seem to turn on like a furnace to the catch.] You really are a little shit, aren't ya. Fine - have it your way.
[The leather bands on his wrist ripple out and snap to his skin once the 'Shield comes up again. It winds like a road in black stretching on an infinite stretch. Greed releases the hook of his talons and the wood groans right back. The threat of dawn on the horizon turns the crooked shadows purple-blue. Washing and lapping at the gold that threatened its turf, it ignites the holes left behind as the Sin retreats.]
[But instead of using those weapons to rip and tear; to mark, kill, and maim as was their original intention, the Sin presses his forehead to Alec's own. Shoves skull to skull as his torso rolls and rocks. He twists like that, undulating in a clockwise motion as his claws skip across Alec's leg and trail between.]
[The feel of that pitch-black skin is odd in its design. Warm and chill, similar to a smooth-sided piece of metal that's been coaxing the edge of a fire just an hour prior. Greed traces his thumb under the base of Alec's cock, trailing down until the lip of his talon cups his balls. He bucks then, pulling himself out and back in to a beat that's all his own.]
[All the while, Greed's eyes stay poised. Flicking up and down Alec as he presses the tips of his nails and gropes him. With a touch that could easily turn this whole thing sour if he wasn't him. If he were programmed like the rest, Alec would be as good as dead.]
[Instead, Greed takes his throat and notches his teeth in. Holding him against the headboard as he presses his hips, promising to grind them both into dust. And still, his talons play. Cupping and rolling, fingering and touching to the same rhythm he takes.]
[Sex is sex, fucking and fucking. But for his own, he'll always try one better.]
[There's the thing about Alec, where there's what he think he wants and what he's sure he deserves, and there's an awful lot of space between the two definitions, an awful lot of space for him to exist in, even if it won't please him.]
[But this pleases him, of course it does, this moment where it's not his body betraying him and not his desire making him give way, but a combination of being desired and being needed, to the point where Alec thinks that Greed is enjoying this almost as much as Alec himself is, even if it's for all the wrong reasons, or even if Alec's aren't as right as he'd hope.]
[But he's not going to last long like this, not when Greed is so powerful and so clear with his wanting, not when he's being alien and unnatural and Alec is drinking it up, trying to absorb the strangeness in through all their points of contact.]
[Greed is alien and in control and so many things that Alec isn't, but that hasn't kept Alec from getting him here, and it isn't going to keep him from enjoying himself.]
[He arches his back, pressing his body against Greed's, making sure that he can feel the promise of everything that there could be between them, making sure that Greed has to keep giving in order to get as good as he will.]
[Making sure that Alec gives instead of just taking.]
You wouldn't want me as much if I were like everyone else.
[Whether it's true or not, Alec is going to choose to believe it, to get the most out of this encounter by telling himself that he's special, that Greed is doing this for him as much as he's doing it for himself.]
[It's clear when the 'Shield starts its descent again. He's dropping it: that slick armor falling away and his wristbands come back, his calloused touch returns. Greed keeps his forehead touching against Alec's, brushing as his hips roll. Sweat smears across his own brow and really, whether it's his or Alec's? It doesn't matter.]
No, you're right. I really wouldn't have it any other way.
[He stops fucking him for a brief second. This position won't do and it's all too ordinary. Too normal and this back and forth bullshit they've had has lasted far enough. Greed slips out, his hand reaches to snag the bottle of oil again. He nudges Alec with his chin, ordering the other on.] Up there - [A suggestion, though he doesn't waste time showing Alec exactly where he wants him. Greed uses his own muscle to his advantage and his arm slips under Alec's, leveraging his own stupor to flip him over. Thick knuckles force themselves through the slits of his companion's fingers and grip, dragging his hand up and over the restless headboard.]
But talking to me like that? Tsk - you really are a pissant. [But no matter his protest, he's never been angry at Alec. Frustrated, sure. The kid often denied himself what he wanted, punished himself for things out of his control. It doesn't make sense to him and it never truly will: the human need to damn oneself.]
[Greed crawls behind Alec and when he slams their twined hands against the wall, the noise sounds violent. A crack groans across the peeling paint, but the homunculus doesn't care. What he wants right now is right in front of him and he's played the fiddle long enough.]
[Soaked fingers drip and he kneads the substances between his nails. Until it's sticky, warm, and he smears a bit across Alec's ass. A signature and a promise before he's knuckle deep again. He sinks in, caressing back until he's sure the kid can handle it.]
[Their affair is a strange one. A dynamic that the Sin in question really can't make heads or tails of entirely. Alec's always been one to change his mind; quicker than a drop of a dime. Greed hesitates before his nose touches the backside of his partner's neck.] Watch it, hmn? Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself.
[Greed's hand retracts when he feels the tightness subside and he gives a flick to his own cock, slicking it for another round. He grabs Alec by the dip of his shoulder and his teeth settle in, his hips press. At first, he's only got the tip in. The rest of his hard-on follows and when he bucks, it isn't without a fever. Slow, rhythmical, and hard. The bed jerks back, slams forward.]
[And all that he gives is a brief growl. A sound that's both pleased and telling of his nature.]
[Alec might change his mind easily enough as a general rule, but for all that Greed is challenging him, trying to make him reconsider or commit, or maybe just to be aware of the nature of the thoughts he’s committing himself to. There’s no real problem with him doing that, because Greed is close and warm even before he’s pressing in that much closer, and his presence is a promise, not a threat.]
[Still, Alec can also understand a hint, as much as he might not choose to take it all the time. (As he’s said already, he wouldn’t be the man that Greed had invited up to his bed if he felt so bound by things like social nicety.)]
[This hint comes as nicely as any has, and Alec is content enough to focus on the way that Greed is playing his body, those hands practiced in a way that perhaps should not be quite so sexy, but is. Alec has no problem with someone else showing initiative in the bedroom — in large part because it means he can still state his opinions without being overbearing, that he can go along with it enough for it not to be quite so obvious that Alec’s own experience base isn’t quite as deep as he’d like to pretend it is.]
[Greed’s care is appreciated, for all that Alec finds himself quickly to be moving further on with it, before his body is necessarily on board with that particular plan. It’s important to seize the moment when he’s mentally ready, Alec is sure, and one of his great frustrations has also been that what he thinks doesn’t correspond with reality. It would be nice if the world worked a different way.]
[Still, he’d wanted to be in bed with Greed, and that is what he’s achieved, so perhaps it’s not all wrong.]
[But for all that there’s pleasure, the fact that Greed is calling Alec a pissant, is making conversation, as it were, is all the more incentive for Alec to respond, to show that he can give as good as he can get, at least in one small aspect of this interaction.]
You’re not all just empty words.
[Pissant he’d promised to be, but that’s a compliment, and it comes out in practically a purr as Alec shifts to make sure that Greed is nice and close, that when he pounds in Alec can really feel it. After all, if this is worth doing, it’s worth doing right, and that means making it as pleasurable as they can, for both of them.]
[Even from behind, that signature grin of his is all too obvious. The heat at his mouth parts with a hiss; with a wet smack of lips as they tighten to the all-too-familiar pull. Greed presses up against Alec's back and the odd red-lines decorating his shoulders and torso are warm too the touch. Slick with a sort of warmth that's wicked in design; that's sickly in nature. Greed hums with Alec purrs, matching the pitch in an ill-suited harmony.]
And you're not entirely a pain in the ass. Good to know.
[The fresh bite marks are indented with a promise of bruises in the morning. Not that he cares, not that he'd ever care. It's his calling, a warning to others - in the end, Alec could do whatever he wanted. But there would always been the next devil knock-knock-knocking at the door.]
[The Sin's hand springs open, fanning palm-first across Alec's prominent hipbone. He digs his nails in like a vice, anchoring the other still as he forces himself cock-deep. A breath of air escapes his nose with a pleased sort of sound, but that's the only thing that comes out of him. Before he's rocking, thudding, and picking up a pace that's both drawn-out and relentless.]
[He's everywhere and no where at the same time. His nose presses into the back of Alec's skull, his sneer spreads across the matte of hair slicking across the other's neck. And his hands leave, then return. Springing wide open like a feline to pounce, only to lightly scratch and kneed at his companion's stomach. The lines he leaves behind are pink to the touch, but not enough to drawn blood. Just a reminder of just who or what Alec really belongs to.]
[Which is him and him alone.]
[The headboard cracks against the back wall again and Greed finally grabs Alec by the base. His hand coils around finger by finger, nail by nail. Careful to keep the deadly points away while his thumb finds the rhythm of his hips. The Sin presses the flat of his finger against the head of Alec's cock, rolling it counter clockwise to find the beat.]
Give it to me lovely and I'll be sure to do you the favor - [His voice curdles from behind; toxic and moist as he speaks just at the shell of Alec's ear. A tease of a nip follows, those razors skating across the outside rim of his companion's ear. He snaps his tongue off the roof of his mouth, letting it roll slowly towards the backside of his teeth.]
[Alec isn't inclined to think about his next partner while he's still in bed with the first, and while he might, under other circumstances, think to fuss about the marks that Greed is making on his body (on his soul, but that's stupid, Alec doesn't even believe in the soul, he's smarter, better educated than that), not now.]
[And of course it wouldn't make a difference anyway, because Alec is nowhere near as comfortable or as commonly given to sex as he likes to pretend.]
You're more apt to be the pain in mine. [And yet this is a pain in his ass that Alec relishes the idea of, will welcome the reality of as much as he'll welcome the memory of what these bruises will mean.]
[If this is what belonging feels like, maybe it's not so bad as all that. Maybe it's a very different way of coming home, having a place and a person, than Alec has always been afraid of. Of course, it's easy to think that now, when Alec can be sure that Greed's attention won't last, that something or someone else will prove to be more interesting. Or that Greed will simply prefer the idea of what he doesn't have to the reality of what he does.]
[And if there's one thing Alec can be sure of, it's that he won't accept having himself thought of as being second best.]
Call me more sweet names, and you can have anything you want.
[And it's a lie, of course it is, because Alec already knows what Greed wants, and it's what he wants too, and because Alec will always be contrary. Except right now, because he does want it, and Greed is giving him everything that he needs to get there.]
[And so is it any surprise, that with Greed in him and around him and pressing against him, that Alec gives I to the inevitability and let's go off what passes for his control. His body clenched around Greed's length, and he cries out with pleasure, with satisfaction, as his release rushes from his own cock.]
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[Greed forces himself to the hilt, pushing inside Alec until his cock's gone with one last roll of the hips. And it's there that he stops; hovering over Alec while a low rumble of laughter crawls up his throat. But it isn't angry, not even a hiss. More like an airy whisper. It makes the muscles of his stomach tighten and those red lines of his seem to turn on like a furnace to the catch.] You really are a little shit, aren't ya. Fine - have it your way.
[The leather bands on his wrist ripple out and snap to his skin once the 'Shield comes up again. It winds like a road in black stretching on an infinite stretch. Greed releases the hook of his talons and the wood groans right back. The threat of dawn on the horizon turns the crooked shadows purple-blue. Washing and lapping at the gold that threatened its turf, it ignites the holes left behind as the Sin retreats.]
[But instead of using those weapons to rip and tear; to mark, kill, and maim as was their original intention, the Sin presses his forehead to Alec's own. Shoves skull to skull as his torso rolls and rocks. He twists like that, undulating in a clockwise motion as his claws skip across Alec's leg and trail between.]
[The feel of that pitch-black skin is odd in its design. Warm and chill, similar to a smooth-sided piece of metal that's been coaxing the edge of a fire just an hour prior. Greed traces his thumb under the base of Alec's cock, trailing down until the lip of his talon cups his balls. He bucks then, pulling himself out and back in to a beat that's all his own.]
[All the while, Greed's eyes stay poised. Flicking up and down Alec as he presses the tips of his nails and gropes him. With a touch that could easily turn this whole thing sour if he wasn't him. If he were programmed like the rest, Alec would be as good as dead.]
[Instead, Greed takes his throat and notches his teeth in. Holding him against the headboard as he presses his hips, promising to grind them both into dust. And still, his talons play. Cupping and rolling, fingering and touching to the same rhythm he takes.]
[Sex is sex, fucking and fucking. But for his own, he'll always try one better.]
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[But this pleases him, of course it does, this moment where it's not his body betraying him and not his desire making him give way, but a combination of being desired and being needed, to the point where Alec thinks that Greed is enjoying this almost as much as Alec himself is, even if it's for all the wrong reasons, or even if Alec's aren't as right as he'd hope.]
[But he's not going to last long like this, not when Greed is so powerful and so clear with his wanting, not when he's being alien and unnatural and Alec is drinking it up, trying to absorb the strangeness in through all their points of contact.]
[Greed is alien and in control and so many things that Alec isn't, but that hasn't kept Alec from getting him here, and it isn't going to keep him from enjoying himself.]
[He arches his back, pressing his body against Greed's, making sure that he can feel the promise of everything that there could be between them, making sure that Greed has to keep giving in order to get as good as he will.]
[Making sure that Alec gives instead of just taking.]
You wouldn't want me as much if I were like everyone else.
[Whether it's true or not, Alec is going to choose to believe it, to get the most out of this encounter by telling himself that he's special, that Greed is doing this for him as much as he's doing it for himself.]
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No, you're right. I really wouldn't have it any other way.
[He stops fucking him for a brief second. This position won't do and it's all too ordinary. Too normal and this back and forth bullshit they've had has lasted far enough. Greed slips out, his hand reaches to snag the bottle of oil again. He nudges Alec with his chin, ordering the other on.] Up there - [A suggestion, though he doesn't waste time showing Alec exactly where he wants him. Greed uses his own muscle to his advantage and his arm slips under Alec's, leveraging his own stupor to flip him over. Thick knuckles force themselves through the slits of his companion's fingers and grip, dragging his hand up and over the restless headboard.]
But talking to me like that? Tsk - you really are a pissant. [But no matter his protest, he's never been angry at Alec. Frustrated, sure. The kid often denied himself what he wanted, punished himself for things out of his control. It doesn't make sense to him and it never truly will: the human need to damn oneself.]
[Greed crawls behind Alec and when he slams their twined hands against the wall, the noise sounds violent. A crack groans across the peeling paint, but the homunculus doesn't care. What he wants right now is right in front of him and he's played the fiddle long enough.]
[Soaked fingers drip and he kneads the substances between his nails. Until it's sticky, warm, and he smears a bit across Alec's ass. A signature and a promise before he's knuckle deep again. He sinks in, caressing back until he's sure the kid can handle it.]
[Their affair is a strange one. A dynamic that the Sin in question really can't make heads or tails of entirely. Alec's always been one to change his mind; quicker than a drop of a dime. Greed hesitates before his nose touches the backside of his partner's neck.] Watch it, hmn? Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself.
[Greed's hand retracts when he feels the tightness subside and he gives a flick to his own cock, slicking it for another round. He grabs Alec by the dip of his shoulder and his teeth settle in, his hips press. At first, he's only got the tip in. The rest of his hard-on follows and when he bucks, it isn't without a fever. Slow, rhythmical, and hard. The bed jerks back, slams forward.]
[And all that he gives is a brief growl. A sound that's both pleased and telling of his nature.]
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[Still, Alec can also understand a hint, as much as he might not choose to take it all the time. (As he’s said already, he wouldn’t be the man that Greed had invited up to his bed if he felt so bound by things like social nicety.)]
[This hint comes as nicely as any has, and Alec is content enough to focus on the way that Greed is playing his body, those hands practiced in a way that perhaps should not be quite so sexy, but is. Alec has no problem with someone else showing initiative in the bedroom — in large part because it means he can still state his opinions without being overbearing, that he can go along with it enough for it not to be quite so obvious that Alec’s own experience base isn’t quite as deep as he’d like to pretend it is.]
[Greed’s care is appreciated, for all that Alec finds himself quickly to be moving further on with it, before his body is necessarily on board with that particular plan. It’s important to seize the moment when he’s mentally ready, Alec is sure, and one of his great frustrations has also been that what he thinks doesn’t correspond with reality. It would be nice if the world worked a different way.]
[Still, he’d wanted to be in bed with Greed, and that is what he’s achieved, so perhaps it’s not all wrong.]
[But for all that there’s pleasure, the fact that Greed is calling Alec a pissant, is making conversation, as it were, is all the more incentive for Alec to respond, to show that he can give as good as he can get, at least in one small aspect of this interaction.]
You’re not all just empty words.
[Pissant he’d promised to be, but that’s a compliment, and it comes out in practically a purr as Alec shifts to make sure that Greed is nice and close, that when he pounds in Alec can really feel it. After all, if this is worth doing, it’s worth doing right, and that means making it as pleasurable as they can, for both of them.]
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And you're not entirely a pain in the ass. Good to know.
[The fresh bite marks are indented with a promise of bruises in the morning. Not that he cares, not that he'd ever care. It's his calling, a warning to others - in the end, Alec could do whatever he wanted. But there would always been the next devil knock-knock-knocking at the door.]
[The Sin's hand springs open, fanning palm-first across Alec's prominent hipbone. He digs his nails in like a vice, anchoring the other still as he forces himself cock-deep. A breath of air escapes his nose with a pleased sort of sound, but that's the only thing that comes out of him. Before he's rocking, thudding, and picking up a pace that's both drawn-out and relentless.]
[He's everywhere and no where at the same time. His nose presses into the back of Alec's skull, his sneer spreads across the matte of hair slicking across the other's neck. And his hands leave, then return. Springing wide open like a feline to pounce, only to lightly scratch and kneed at his companion's stomach. The lines he leaves behind are pink to the touch, but not enough to drawn blood. Just a reminder of just who or what Alec really belongs to.]
[Which is him and him alone.]
[The headboard cracks against the back wall again and Greed finally grabs Alec by the base. His hand coils around finger by finger, nail by nail. Careful to keep the deadly points away while his thumb finds the rhythm of his hips. The Sin presses the flat of his finger against the head of Alec's cock, rolling it counter clockwise to find the beat.]
Give it to me lovely and I'll be sure to do you the favor - [His voice curdles from behind; toxic and moist as he speaks just at the shell of Alec's ear. A tease of a nip follows, those razors skating across the outside rim of his companion's ear. He snaps his tongue off the roof of his mouth, letting it roll slowly towards the backside of his teeth.]
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[And of course it wouldn't make a difference anyway, because Alec is nowhere near as comfortable or as commonly given to sex as he likes to pretend.]
You're more apt to be the pain in mine. [And yet this is a pain in his ass that Alec relishes the idea of, will welcome the reality of as much as he'll welcome the memory of what these bruises will mean.]
[If this is what belonging feels like, maybe it's not so bad as all that. Maybe it's a very different way of coming home, having a place and a person, than Alec has always been afraid of. Of course, it's easy to think that now, when Alec can be sure that Greed's attention won't last, that something or someone else will prove to be more interesting. Or that Greed will simply prefer the idea of what he doesn't have to the reality of what he does.]
[And if there's one thing Alec can be sure of, it's that he won't accept having himself thought of as being second best.]
Call me more sweet names, and you can have anything you want.
[And it's a lie, of course it is, because Alec already knows what Greed wants, and it's what he wants too, and because Alec will always be contrary. Except right now, because he does want it, and Greed is giving him everything that he needs to get there.]
[And so is it any surprise, that with Greed in him and around him and pressing against him, that Alec gives I to the inevitability and let's go off what passes for his control. His body clenched around Greed's length, and he cries out with pleasure, with satisfaction, as his release rushes from his own cock.]