[Ah, right. His smile chases the line of his jaw, his eyes drop, and Greed slips on the retreat again. A few shifts in the dark have that heat of his leaving; letting the lick of warm-cool air in as it drifts haplessly through the strewn open window.]
[But that absence doesn't last long.]
[Greed's at Alec's mouth - almost touching, but barely there. Signature smiles at the ready and teeth made to snap, the Sin makes a growl lodge and hold in his throat. Tuning like a fork against the smooth side of his razors. The noise says it louder than words; than any sort of tricks and traits he may have:]
[He isn't human and he never would be.]
[His fingers are hot and slick; soaked in the bottle of choice and lathered just right. Greed sways his head away and his eyes peel open at half-mast in the dark.] Demanding as always - guess I owe you that much.
[But the second time, he doesn't hesitate. Sliding his hand, a forearm, between Alec's legs. The Sin's taken a place at his partner's side, holding himself just out of the action for a moment longer. A press of an index first, middle knuckle second; he hooks with one and lengths the other. Pressing inside with a quick-fast jerk of the wrist.]
Gotta show me - [Greed hisses at Alec's ear, tentatively hovering the tips of his wicked teeth at the skin.] - exactly what you want. You're good at ordering things out of me - seems only fair.
You'll thank me for that later. [When Alec is slick and smooth around him, and when Alec wants to do this again, rather than calling it an experience and enough. Despite the pleasure pushing through him, the intense satisfaction of knowing that this is what Greed wants, what Greed chooses to do with him, Alec's voice is scornful, mocking.]
[Greed might not be human, but he's a monster in control of himself, and Alec's willing to give him what he wants.]
[Wants to give Greed what he wants.]
Am I showing you or am I using my words?
[He's almost certainly better at the latter -- or at least controlling it, making sure that the story he wants to be believed is the one that he puts out there -- but then Greed knows that, and that might be reason enough for him to want the former.]
[Right now Alec feels relaxed and anticipatory enough that he's confident he can manage anything.]
That's a stupid question. [He hooks his fingers, prodding a bit deeper. A grin chases and ghosts across the shell of Alec's ear when he's close. Just inches apart; the space so minor, so insignificant it's almost terrible. But wickedness is a trait he embodies - that he lives by. Greed's eyes shiver with the smallest opening. He's picking up a rhythm with his first inspection. Extending his fingers and curling them back, keeping up a steady beat.]
Both. [An order. Hushed through the points of his teeth as he breathes and speaks into Alec's ear. It shouldn't be hard to guess: his avarice running rotten, demanding as much as his partner is willing to give. Which is to say, all of it. Every whisper, every demand. Every plea beckoned on whimpering pleas.]
[It's a confession. Turned upside down and coaxed out. Not with a promise of savior, but with every intent to damnation.]
[Greed releases Alec's ear with a nip and in the same second his coaxing motions hold still.]
[It's nigh unto impossible for Alec to control his body, for him to force himself into holding himself loosely if he feels frightened, but right not that's not a real issue. After all, he wants Greed, and he is plenty willing to let his body betray his control. In this sort of situation more than most, he can let go enough to find out where he's going to end up.]
[Alec's body presses back towards the stilled fingers, trying to move around them if Greed won't move them again, even as Alec can guess at what the game plan is, can only presume that Greed's trying to encourage Alec to want, and the way to do that is for him not to be having without asking. That's fine, Alec doesn't mind, and Greed had warned him.]
Then get on with it. [Alec's voice is still an elegant drawl, words drawn out like he's in no rush to have them heard, like he's not lying in the bed of a man whom he wants badly to fuck him.] Fuck me.
[Alec's fingers reach out, groping blindly, trying to find Greed's cock, to touch him, to make the message that much clearer.]
[The laughter that follows is banked. Spoiled like rotten milk and just as thick. Greed slides his fingers back, prodding the extension of his knuckle all the way to the end. This is what he's wanted; a confession, a plea. Begging for a need that Alec's been so good at keeping under lock and key. The Sin's smile goes jagged as he feels fingers reach out for his cock.]
[No use waiting anymore. He already has what he wants.]
[He coils on Alec; serpent-slick and molding above him. Both elbows plant to either side of his partner's skull, allowing him to loom over. A hunter's sense, a predator's pose. Greed touches his nose against the side of Alec's head and his weight rocks to the opposing side. A second later, with faster movements and almost inhuman reflexes, he's got his would-be lover by the hip, then the thigh. Greed coaxes the leg aside, letting it flow the trail of his shoulder when it dips to the command.] Now that wasn't so hard, was it?Looks like you and I finally see eye to eye.
[The muscles of his stomach make knots. Pulling, tensing to drive up and inside. But the Sin in question makes not a sound. Instead, his lips wetly part. Shining the sharps of his teeth to a vacant light; igniting with the quickly-dwindling leftovers of a long-sought evening.]
[Greed's pace is slow at first. Slipping the tip of his cock in, moving further down the shaft. He's halfway inside when his rattler-gaze opens. Taking in everything Alec's willing to give. Sacrificing to him with breathy need, with a want that's almost intoxicating.]
[It's practically a favored drug and he couldn't have asked for better.]
[His right hand snaps out to the bed post, digging in with real enough nails that don't shiver black. That don't hook with weapon precision. No - he'll let his 'Shield down. Let the kid wander and have until he asks for more.]
[Greed is powerful, and it's something that's all the more apparent as Alec watches him. His own eyes are wide open, fixed on the other man's face even before Greed opens his.]
[Alec is open, his body ready for this, but it's more than just satisfaction at being filled that Greed instills in him. If Greed sees this as a victory of sorts, then so does Alec. After all, Greed has to want it just as much as he does, to pursue it like this and that thought is enough to make Alec's lips curve up into something that could be smugness and is certainly satisfaction.]
[And he can't say that he minds that this what he gets for the moment, because it's taken enough time to get to this point and because he knows he's opening himself up to what might be too much to handle.]
Eye to something, at least. I can think of lots of things I'd like to look at.
[This is Alec relaxed and comfortable, and it might not be an easy thing to achieve, might not even be all that valuable, but Alec's going to enjoy himself in this state, even if he's still not going to shut up.]
[Whatever sort of complaints Alec has, Greed merely grins to the fact. As his stomach tights and his hips just roll to the rhythm. There's a sound just outside - the strumming of a beggar on a guitar, a few voices chatting through the early morning. It doesn't matter to him. It's the life he knows and as he pushes into Alec, Greed lowers his head away from the arm latched firmly into the headboard.]
Didn't think you were about to complain. Still a fucking brat even now - tsk.
[But he isn't upset. Not in the slightest. Amused even, as his face presses into the side of Alec's neck. With a leg over his shoulder, the Sin releases his hold and runs his fingers down Alec's thigh, down his leg. Using it as a point to drive himself deeper, to sink himself in without even a hitch to his breath.]
[He doesn't need it. Not like humans do, not like others might in the same situation. A fuck is a fuck and his always get top priority. But that doesn't mean he can change what he is - a selfish creature and when he finds the right pace, Greed grins wide against the sweat at Alec's skin. He hums into it, practically purring his appreciation over the dull-knocks coming from the headboard.]
[The wood smacks against the wall, retracts, and smacks again. Muting the outside buzz to only a slight whisper and the draft coming in is a chill-warmth. Like summer without a taste of humidity. It smells of what one would expect it to: liquor and cigarette smoke. Motor oil and the faint tinge of copper. A place that Greed calls home, that he calls his own.]
[The Sin's fingers flex at the headboard and reattach. He's moving quicker and his cock's halfway in when he grabs Alec's throat. With lips that suck in the skin, letting a tease of those teeth again. He's marking the other - showing the world that what's his?]
[Except that neither of them is really surprised by Alec doing this -- or Greed shouldn't be, no matter what he says -- the same way that neither of them is surprised by Greed's possessiveness, by his apparent desire not just to have, but also to keep. As if marking Alec will help with that more than satisfying him would.]
[As if marking Alec does anything at all.]
[As if Alec is worth marking.]
[But he can't help the snide remark, or he can but doesn't want to. Greed either knows what he's doing or he's in way too far over his own head, and Alec won't deny that for the moment it feels good to belong, even if it's just in this old bed.]
Perhaps my expectations were too high.
[As if Greed can't pound Alec into the bedframe, as if he's not the most powerful partner Alec's ever had. (As if Alec has had as many partners as he likes to pretend.) As if Alec isn't hard enough to put the lie to all his words.]
["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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[But that absence doesn't last long.]
[Greed's at Alec's mouth - almost touching, but barely there. Signature smiles at the ready and teeth made to snap, the Sin makes a growl lodge and hold in his throat. Tuning like a fork against the smooth side of his razors. The noise says it louder than words; than any sort of tricks and traits he may have:]
[He isn't human and he never would be.]
[His fingers are hot and slick; soaked in the bottle of choice and lathered just right. Greed sways his head away and his eyes peel open at half-mast in the dark.] Demanding as always - guess I owe you that much.
[But the second time, he doesn't hesitate. Sliding his hand, a forearm, between Alec's legs. The Sin's taken a place at his partner's side, holding himself just out of the action for a moment longer. A press of an index first, middle knuckle second; he hooks with one and lengths the other. Pressing inside with a quick-fast jerk of the wrist.]
Gotta show me - [Greed hisses at Alec's ear, tentatively hovering the tips of his wicked teeth at the skin.] - exactly what you want. You're good at ordering things out of me - seems only fair.
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[Greed might not be human, but he's a monster in control of himself, and Alec's willing to give him what he wants.]
[Wants to give Greed what he wants.]
Am I showing you or am I using my words?
[He's almost certainly better at the latter -- or at least controlling it, making sure that the story he wants to be believed is the one that he puts out there -- but then Greed knows that, and that might be reason enough for him to want the former.]
[Right now Alec feels relaxed and anticipatory enough that he's confident he can manage anything.]
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Both. [An order. Hushed through the points of his teeth as he breathes and speaks into Alec's ear. It shouldn't be hard to guess: his avarice running rotten, demanding as much as his partner is willing to give. Which is to say, all of it. Every whisper, every demand. Every plea beckoned on whimpering pleas.]
[It's a confession. Turned upside down and coaxed out. Not with a promise of savior, but with every intent to damnation.]
[Greed releases Alec's ear with a nip and in the same second his coaxing motions hold still.]
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[Alec's body presses back towards the stilled fingers, trying to move around them if Greed won't move them again, even as Alec can guess at what the game plan is, can only presume that Greed's trying to encourage Alec to want, and the way to do that is for him not to be having without asking. That's fine, Alec doesn't mind, and Greed had warned him.]
Then get on with it. [Alec's voice is still an elegant drawl, words drawn out like he's in no rush to have them heard, like he's not lying in the bed of a man whom he wants badly to fuck him.] Fuck me.
[Alec's fingers reach out, groping blindly, trying to find Greed's cock, to touch him, to make the message that much clearer.]
And not with your fingers.
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[No use waiting anymore. He already has what he wants.]
[He coils on Alec; serpent-slick and molding above him. Both elbows plant to either side of his partner's skull, allowing him to loom over. A hunter's sense, a predator's pose. Greed touches his nose against the side of Alec's head and his weight rocks to the opposing side. A second later, with faster movements and almost inhuman reflexes, he's got his would-be lover by the hip, then the thigh. Greed coaxes the leg aside, letting it flow the trail of his shoulder when it dips to the command.] Now that wasn't so hard, was it?Looks like you and I finally see eye to eye.
[The muscles of his stomach make knots. Pulling, tensing to drive up and inside. But the Sin in question makes not a sound. Instead, his lips wetly part. Shining the sharps of his teeth to a vacant light; igniting with the quickly-dwindling leftovers of a long-sought evening.]
[Greed's pace is slow at first. Slipping the tip of his cock in, moving further down the shaft. He's halfway inside when his rattler-gaze opens. Taking in everything Alec's willing to give. Sacrificing to him with breathy need, with a want that's almost intoxicating.]
[It's practically a favored drug and he couldn't have asked for better.]
[His right hand snaps out to the bed post, digging in with real enough nails that don't shiver black. That don't hook with weapon precision. No - he'll let his 'Shield down. Let the kid wander and have until he asks for more.]
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[Alec is open, his body ready for this, but it's more than just satisfaction at being filled that Greed instills in him. If Greed sees this as a victory of sorts, then so does Alec. After all, Greed has to want it just as much as he does, to pursue it like this and that thought is enough to make Alec's lips curve up into something that could be smugness and is certainly satisfaction.]
[And he can't say that he minds that this what he gets for the moment, because it's taken enough time to get to this point and because he knows he's opening himself up to what might be too much to handle.]
Eye to something, at least. I can think of lots of things I'd like to look at.
[This is Alec relaxed and comfortable, and it might not be an easy thing to achieve, might not even be all that valuable, but Alec's going to enjoy himself in this state, even if he's still not going to shut up.]
And feel. You are going to move, aren't you?
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Didn't think you were about to complain. Still a fucking brat even now - tsk.
[But he isn't upset. Not in the slightest. Amused even, as his face presses into the side of Alec's neck. With a leg over his shoulder, the Sin releases his hold and runs his fingers down Alec's thigh, down his leg. Using it as a point to drive himself deeper, to sink himself in without even a hitch to his breath.]
[He doesn't need it. Not like humans do, not like others might in the same situation. A fuck is a fuck and his always get top priority. But that doesn't mean he can change what he is - a selfish creature and when he finds the right pace, Greed grins wide against the sweat at Alec's skin. He hums into it, practically purring his appreciation over the dull-knocks coming from the headboard.]
[The wood smacks against the wall, retracts, and smacks again. Muting the outside buzz to only a slight whisper and the draft coming in is a chill-warmth. Like summer without a taste of humidity. It smells of what one would expect it to: liquor and cigarette smoke. Motor oil and the faint tinge of copper. A place that Greed calls home, that he calls his own.]
[The Sin's fingers flex at the headboard and reattach. He's moving quicker and his cock's halfway in when he grabs Alec's throat. With lips that suck in the skin, letting a tease of those teeth again. He's marking the other - showing the world that what's his?]
[Stays his.]
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[Except that neither of them is really surprised by Alec doing this -- or Greed shouldn't be, no matter what he says -- the same way that neither of them is surprised by Greed's possessiveness, by his apparent desire not just to have, but also to keep. As if marking Alec will help with that more than satisfying him would.]
[As if marking Alec does anything at all.]
[As if Alec is worth marking.]
[But he can't help the snide remark, or he can but doesn't want to. Greed either knows what he's doing or he's in way too far over his own head, and Alec won't deny that for the moment it feels good to belong, even if it's just in this old bed.]
Perhaps my expectations were too high.
[As if Greed can't pound Alec into the bedframe, as if he's not the most powerful partner Alec's ever had. (As if Alec has had as many partners as he likes to pretend.) As if Alec isn't hard enough to put the lie to all his words.]
But that's fine, just do your best.
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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.]