[Greed tilts his head up and meets Alec with a warm sort of smile. One that isn't entirely laced with that sickly-nature of his. More of a simmer. Like coal-fire stroked to life and he takes the steps one at a time. The wood underneath groaning and ringing hollow under every heavy clip of solid heels.]
One for you and one for me. Though if it isn't your sort of thing - [His words filter off, slithering away from a tongue-forked. Eyebrows curving to follow his shades and he shrugs his shoulders. As if the rest could speak for itself.]
[Upstairs is far darker. The light from below receding to shadow, the haze drifting up from the bar settling between the floorboards. Other doors stay-half cracked down the splay of hallway, letting in sharp-cut lines of light to break up the constant shadow. Every moment of space undulating: from black to gold and back again.]
[It's fitting, if anything.]
[Greed's slow when he walks. Cutting heel over heel, point over point. It's practiced the way he saunters, like he's strutting all the way to the end. Hips swaying ever-so slightly and his torso moves. Left, right, left to catch up with the other and the Sin bends. Falls over the shelf of his hips, that smiling breaking with a wet-smack of his lips.]
A toast? Sure, if that's what you really want. [It's a weird request, but hey. Whatever the other wants and Greed finds the last door at the end of the corridor. Shoves his elbow to it and the clasp pops, the knob rolls. It's old and the fixings aren't exactly cream-of-the-crop. But he's never been one to judge a book by its proverbial cover.]
[No - avaricious nature finding the value in things most would take for granted and Greed slips right in. To a room that doesn't seem to have a light to its name, save for the slight pitch of moonlight coming in from a cracked window. And it washes earthy-tones in a gray-pitch, similar to that of a black-and-white film reel.]
[He sets the glasses down on a table as he passes through. Leaving them behind, both hands grabbing at the collar of his vest and he slides it from his shoulders. Pulling it until knuckles are thick and he tosses the signature garment onto the backside of an empty chair.]
Eh- you can close the door, if you want. It'll tell the rest of 'em not to bother.
[Alec likes alcohol, although it's been quite a while since he's had anything that might be considered good -- and even then, good by the standards of what his society can produce is hardly anything compared to Greed's -- and he's a little intrigued by what's in the glass, by what he had smelled on Greed's breath. It hardly compares to the mystery and appeal of the man, though.]
[He ignores the glasses for now, in favor of shutting the door with a definitive click.]
They had better not.
[Another interruption would be an interruption too many.]
[Having said that, though, is enough to make Alec let go of the possibility, enough to allow him to watch Greed with greed of his own in his eyes. Alec knows he's not all that much to look at, too thin and too many sharp angles to be considered handsome, but Greed looks prosperous and in control, the sort of person Alec might have hated if he were a lord (or maybe if Greed were a lord Alec would have a reason not to hate all of them). Besides, this room doesn't look like anything that a lord might have in his estate, and that's enough to make Alec relax quite a bit more, not having to feel like he has to be careful with the space or that Greed will kick him out for not looking like he belongs.]
[It's enough to lend Alec an air of arrogance, the assumption that he does belong, and that this space is a throne and he is a king. Arrogance comes the strongest to Alec when he's his most unsure, his most vulnerable.]
[At least it does help now, instead of setting him up to be punched. Alec drops his tattered black scholar's robe onto the floor without caring where it may fall and shifts towards Greed, hand reaching out to touch, to run his fingers along Greed's arm now that he's allowed to touch, to feel the muscle and the power in him. He wraps a pants-clad leg around Greed's own.]
[The leg around his own is enough to bring a smile to his face and it seems to hook and pull the rest of him. His shoulders rising, his eyebrows furrowing together. The last signature to make the whole thing official and Greed doesn't hide his pleasure at the idea. Instead, he places a hand at the thigh that holds him, running pad after pad to chase the outer-bend.]
[Alec's always been difficult to reason with. He's just glad that this time is a bit more simpler than usual.] Oh-? And here I thought you were lacking in ambition. Guess I was wrong.
[Though, his tone isn't mocking. Sincerely through the hisses and despite any notion to the contrary, everything here is just that: it's his. The palace not made from marble, but out of old wood and cigarette smoke. The currency not always gold, but constantly changing. Whether it money or status, glory or sex: Avarice incarnate didn't care the pay-out, in the end.]
[It harks back on something someone told him a long time ago: "A king's nothing without his people." And maybe that's the wealth here - the real jewel in the devil's crown and Greed coils around Alec. Turns his nose to the dip of his neck while one hand comes up to wrap around a hip. Thumb pressing into a pronounced dip as four-fingers follow to snare. One at a time and he's everywhere. Touching his nose down the crook of Alec's shoulder while his free hand hovers just at the edge of his bones. Fluttering down, the touch oddly gentle, considering the owner.]
Is that what you think? Don't sell yourself so short, Alec. I wouldn't have asked you here if I didn't think you were useful. [But that isn't entirely it either and Greed takes the action in reverse. Knocking his heels to walk backwards, the action announced by a series of thuds that clack off his boots. Until the back of his thighs collide with the frame of his bed and he sits. Rather unceremoniously, hands cautioning the other. To ease over his spread thighs and yeah, maybe this is a little better.]
Eh- guess I'll never change your mind on that, will I. [Sultry and slippery and the Sin pulls his face away. If only briefly, to snatch his signature-shades. Exposing an eerie pair that takes the moonlight with covetous abandon. Highlighting purple and they're practically aglow in the dark.]
So why don't you just show me. [Greed's words fall back down his throat as his eyes swivel back. Slipping to watch the other with the cruelty of a grin, with the fever of the Cheshire beckoning a lone wanderer down the next path.]
[And clack go the sunglasses. Earpiece swinging against glass to make it rattle and he tosses them up onto a nightstand with a fling of the wrist.] No need to hold back. Not here, anyway.
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.
[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.]
[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.
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.]
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.]
[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.]
[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.
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.]
[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.
[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.]
[His eyes roll back and shut tight under a growing smile. Really, the kid's as much of a tease as he is a pissant and the Sin isn't at all surprised at the result. He should have seen it coming all along - the spit-back, the arrogance.]
[But it just makes it that much better.]
[The tongue at his skin seems to chase away the 'Shield. As if the homunculus is letting down all of his defenses. Just to feel the promise Alec has in store for him and those nails drag unseeing behind the wood. Slowly, scratching peel after peel of pine under he's got ribbons-thick under the curve of his talons.]
[Greed arches his hips, meeting the too-dry hand at his cock and a laugh hisses out of his tightly-shut jaws. Slithering from between his teeth when his eyebrows knit together and oh, Alec just shouldn't have.]
Maybe you'll surprise yourself kid - I don't really deny much. [Greed breathes as he screws the tips of his claws back into the headboard. Almost let go, then. To wrap around Alec's skull and coax him on. But if the kid wants the driver's seat, well.]
[There's the wheel.] I told you to show me everything you've got, brat. Might be good to take something you want, for a change. And who knows? [His chin tilts up first, bring the rest of his head with it. One eye open and Greed watches for a second. Just as voyeuristic as the next.]
[Alec has no specific plan, is just doing what feels right with any given moment. He's not experienced enough with doing something with someone new that he thinks he could gauge from Greed's initial reaction just what he should do, but he does have plenty of ideas, and he's sure that if he does something Greed really doesn't care for (other than just teasing) that he'll find out about it.]
There's always something new to learn.
[It's like a mantra or a promise, but right now Alec lets it go, focuses on the more he has available to him in the moment instead.]
[So he does shift after a moment to lick firmly against Greed's cock this time, one hand braced against Greed's thigh and the other lubed up and messy, reaching between Greed and the sheets, to draw circles around him.]
[His mouth on Greed's cock is tentative, careful, because Alec would rather draw it out than make himself run the risk of choking, because now more than previously, he's actually worried about embarrassing himself in front of Greed, so he's trying to walk a line between eagerness and experience, pretending for control for the sake of an impression he wants to make.]
[Finally, Greed releases his strong-hold on the headboard. Peeling his claws away and slipping them through the bars. Despite Alec's constant claims to the contrary, sometimes it's a little sweeter just to feel. And while he doesn't have a clue to the inexperience, Greed's got some inclination.]
[He's just been doing this too long.]
[So one hand stretches - nails first as his wrist twists. He offers the smooth side of his talons, pacing them up the side of Alec's skull. The Sin's got all hands on deck: his eyes watching, his fingers twirling. Spinning and spinning until he's got black-brown hair through the knuckles and he holds with a foreign sort of admiration.]
[A growl escapes him, then. Nothing vicious and more the rumble of a predator finding its kin. It's thick in his throat, coming from the depths of his chest, and it makes his teeth fan out. Greed taps his other hand behind his own head, drumming with a slow sort of rhythm.] If you stay here long enough, you'll learn plenty.
[How the underworld worked. How the black market functioned. And of everything and anything that dwells in the dark. It wasn't just a name painted on the door, but a sign: that brought all matters of secrets and rumors. Of freaks and abominations to his door step. Ushered in with open arms and eager hands. To snatch and have and Greed wore the crown proudly.]
[Which is why he's got no itch to chide Alec on his behavior. Or his lack of finesse. The kid's got plenty to learn.]
[Gently, as it not to disturb too much, Greed slips his claws away from Alec's hair. Touches to the tips to his face, sliding a thumb across a cheek.] Like I said - nothing you do's gunna hurt me much, kid. So feel free - [The hand unfurls behind his skull, a gesture of relaxation. The Sin's not about to let this one slip through his fingers so easily and if he means taking his time, well.]
[Alec pulls off of Greed's cock in order to answer, green eyes serious and assessing, trying to figure out how much of this is Greed trying to give him free reign and how much of it is the actual subject of his desire.]
[He's certainly heard of masochists, after all, even if he's far from being one such himself.]
[There's a confidence in his voice by the time he does talk, voice lofty and assured, certain that he knows about this much, at least.]
You don't want me to bite like this.
[Which is fine, because Alec doesn't want to do that, would much rather bring Greed pleasure even if nothing will stop him from being a little selfish about, a little bit of a brat.]
[But he's been tentative more for his own sake than for Greed's, and it's obvious enough that that's not as convincing a distraction as he'd like it to be. So he keeps his mouth light on Greed's cock, the slow movement of his tongue inside his mouth providing pressure, but his finger presses into Greed, feeling the other man's body give way to let him in.]
[It's intoxicating, heady, and Alec wishes he could watch it happening. Later, he knows, he will.]
No - but it wouldn't be the first time. Though, you might end up biting off a little more than you can chew. [Greed tilts his head to the side and he's cocky. Confident as inky-fingers feather across his hips. Trembling and mimicking the surface of quaking sand. However, the 'Shield stays just there. No use throwing the kid into the deep end when he hasn't had the chance to swim yet.]
[The Sin's lips do close and his comments with them. He's taking it all - the way Alec holds him, the movement of those lips when they take his cock and suck. A shoulder lifts tentatively, pulling the creature forward and finally, he's got a full hand on the top of Alec's head.]
[The tips of his nails rake - gently parting between the strands to have a scratch at Alec's skull. Then back again. Slowly, catching the rhythm the kid's beating to and Greed's easy enough to follow. With a hum at his jaws that's more of a purr and fine, he'll let him have everything he wants.]
[But oh, there's a surprise and his muscles tighten, his lips turning into a relaxed-O, and Greed whistles. Doesn't say a word, though. Not even as he shoves a heel into the bed frame and coaxes his torso down. Rocks his hips until he's practically riding those fingers in deep.] Tsk - [One eye opens, then the other. Alight with mischief.] - not bad, kid.
[Knuckles clench and the Sin's got a tighter grip now. As he rolls his body, bringing those fingers in deep and ah, there it is. It's been a while, Greed'll admit. Usually, it's the other way around.]
Sometimes that's what life is. [And the fact that it's more than he can handle is usually enough to make Alec despair at it, despair at himself, but in a bed with someone as enthusiastic about what they're to do as he is, all the rules are different.]
That's why it's important to break it down. [Or it breaks him down. Or it does that anyway.]
Into manageable pieces.
[Alec is licking Greed's cock between sentences, literally licking rather than taking it back fully into his mouth, because it's far more important that he talk than that Greed get everything that he will in this current moment. He's losing his rhythm to this, but that doesn't matter to him, and he'll be surprised if it changes Greed's mood.]
[Most surprised because it would have to mean that Alec overestimated him, that Greed isn't the sort of person that he's professed to be. (That's not a mistake that Alec makes very often, since he's hardly generous to other people, even as he knows he might still be too naive for his own good. Still, it's better to know that sort of thing sooner, rather than later.]
Manageable pieces is why Alec had intended to open Greed up slowly, but he can feel the shifting of his body to draw those fingers in, and Alec doesn't think he has that much control. It had been his intention to bring Greed to some level of satisfaction with his mouth before he shifted, but he's rewriting that plan based on his lack of diligence and his impatience.]
[Greed's much more experienced on the other side of the field. Pushing and prodding, caressing nails and fingers when it suits his fancy. A swap doesn't surprise him and he isn't inexperienced to the notion. But it's different here - off - and after a few licks and more words, the homunculus coils his blacked-out hand around Alec's chin. Urges him to stop a moment.]
Break it down, huh. [The curve of a claw catches his partner's lower lip. Touches it, grazes across it, and Greed's eyes narrow. As if he's rereading the last bit of a clause: "Sign here, dot here, but remember the expectations.."]
[His eyes follow the flesh of a bruised lip. Taking in the contours, the shape of it pressed between his weapon of choice. Had he been another sort of creature, he probably would have pierced it. Torn it right up before he sliced the kid's throat. But those days were long gone. Tossed out like yesterday's garbage and Greed, in all of his years, had never looked back.]
[So he hitches his heel, peels himself away from Alec's exploratory fingers. He can feel the muscles tense and relax, a small sigh escaping his jaws and even in his ears, it's entirely unholy. Rude, plain, and noxious. The pit opening up and oh, welcome on down through the burning rings.]
[Knees arch, legs with them, and he snatches Alec in a vice. Smiles with a wicked sort of flare, youthful and old, before his stomach clenches and Greed flips them both. Tumbling to the other side of the mattress, listening as the old wires groan and bend. It's only when he's got the other under him, does Greed arch back up. Moving with a roll of his hips, a buck of his spine, and nails frame out the bottom edge of his shirt. Brown fabric knots in his knuckles as he yanks the offending garment off and over his head. A flick of the wrist sends it crashing into a nearby bureau and the wood shudders and quakes. But Greed pays it little mind. Instead, he settles his thighs - letting them sink into the mattress as he slips into Alec's lap.]
You really haven't done this much, have you? [Finally letting the cat out the bag and the Sin knocks his head to the side.] Don't worry about it - I'm not about to hold it against you.
[The Sin bends, meeting Alec's forehead with his own. Warmth breath at his tongue and he's eye to eye, tooth to tooth.] Go on - give it a try. I've got all the time in the world, after all.
[To test, Greed pushes with his hips. Grinding himself down with a grin that could kill. With a laugh that's a whisper.] Besides, I don't have anything else planned that can't wait 'till later.
I've done it enough. [It's certainly a protest, and not one that means very much without an agreed-to definition of what 'enough' is. Enough to do it now, Alec knows, even if Greed may be a little more skeptical.]
[He's certainly no maiden to see or want his virtue protected. That's hardly the point of just now.]
[But Greed has moved and for a long moment Alec's hands protest their emptiness as Alec tries to figure out why they've changed, what's Greed is trying to say about them doing it this way.]
[He starts by shifting under Greed's grinding hips, breath panting as he wraps an arm around Greed, half-clinging to him and half trying to just figure out where he should place his hands.]
[None of this is natural, but it is all exciting.]
[Alec shifts to meet Greed's lips, to nip at them with his teeth. It's as much because he feels he has to prove a point than anything else, and he doesn't want to just be a kid to Greed, wants instead to impress and please him. He wants to see that they both get their pleasure, and that Greed is satisfied with what Alec is offering him, that Alec doesn't serve as a disappointment.]
[That Greed won't regret bringing him here.]
At least I won't break the furniture under us.
[Alec's hand finds Greed's ass again, and Alec seeks him out, pushy, wanting even when he can't explain his want, when he wouldn't actually be able to break it down to anything more than this.]
[When Greed can finally feel some of the tension leaving, he bends forward. Smoothing his hips over a torso that's smaller, grinding his bones against a pair that's a bit more frail. To plant the flat of a forearm against a head-rest and he snatches a half-smoked butt from an ashtray nearby. A smile graces him then, distant. Looking away as those eyes flicker between wanting to dim and waiting to ignite.]
[Either way, it'll prove a good time.]
[The Sin's smile is knowing. Like a teacher in correction, "Why don't you try it this way? Ah, there you go." Alec picks up the lesson quick and the homunculus rocks his hips back to meet the prod of a finger. His right hand's at the ready, charring a hidden match to life with the carbon-switch of a nail. He inhales when fingers resume their exploration and exhales when he picks up a rhythm to set them free.]
[It's here, that he finds a pace. Where he takes Alec's heartbeat and steals it without much notice. The cigarette puffs to life above them, clenched in his teeth and his knuckles.] Not like I'd care if you did. It wouldn't be the first time I'd have to replace something.
[Greed's eyes flick down and his other hand brushes the air. A snap of the wrist calls the 'Shield again. It trickles down as ink to parchment. Bleeding across his skin, making it far too dark, far too sinister. The Sin side-glances his handy work before bringing his smooth-slick palm to Alec's chest. He spreads his fingers there, stretching the points of his claws so that they hover just above skin. Then he settles them - pricking into soft flesh, but not enough to draw blood. Just to let the other really feel him and Greed shoves his hips back with a violent buck.]
Mn - c'mon, Alec. Give it to me. You know I'll do you the favor. [His voice is running hot, his pitch that of a fever. Greed's eyes flare open briefly only to settle back with a hooded glance. It's the look of a predator. Sizing up its next meal, the excitement in every twitch and pull of his muscle. Greed knocks his knees into the mattress, clenches his torso, and moves. Sliding to and from those fingers as talons scratch small lines up the center of Alec's chest, making for his throat.]
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One for you and one for me. Though if it isn't your sort of thing - [His words filter off, slithering away from a tongue-forked. Eyebrows curving to follow his shades and he shrugs his shoulders. As if the rest could speak for itself.]
[Upstairs is far darker. The light from below receding to shadow, the haze drifting up from the bar settling between the floorboards. Other doors stay-half cracked down the splay of hallway, letting in sharp-cut lines of light to break up the constant shadow. Every moment of space undulating: from black to gold and back again.]
[It's fitting, if anything.]
[Greed's slow when he walks. Cutting heel over heel, point over point. It's practiced the way he saunters, like he's strutting all the way to the end. Hips swaying ever-so slightly and his torso moves. Left, right, left to catch up with the other and the Sin bends. Falls over the shelf of his hips, that smiling breaking with a wet-smack of his lips.]
A toast? Sure, if that's what you really want. [It's a weird request, but hey. Whatever the other wants and Greed finds the last door at the end of the corridor. Shoves his elbow to it and the clasp pops, the knob rolls. It's old and the fixings aren't exactly cream-of-the-crop. But he's never been one to judge a book by its proverbial cover.]
[No - avaricious nature finding the value in things most would take for granted and Greed slips right in. To a room that doesn't seem to have a light to its name, save for the slight pitch of moonlight coming in from a cracked window. And it washes earthy-tones in a gray-pitch, similar to that of a black-and-white film reel.]
[He sets the glasses down on a table as he passes through. Leaving them behind, both hands grabbing at the collar of his vest and he slides it from his shoulders. Pulling it until knuckles are thick and he tosses the signature garment onto the backside of an empty chair.]
Eh- you can close the door, if you want. It'll tell the rest of 'em not to bother.
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[He ignores the glasses for now, in favor of shutting the door with a definitive click.]
They had better not.
[Another interruption would be an interruption too many.]
[Having said that, though, is enough to make Alec let go of the possibility, enough to allow him to watch Greed with greed of his own in his eyes. Alec knows he's not all that much to look at, too thin and too many sharp angles to be considered handsome, but Greed looks prosperous and in control, the sort of person Alec might have hated if he were a lord (or maybe if Greed were a lord Alec would have a reason not to hate all of them). Besides, this room doesn't look like anything that a lord might have in his estate, and that's enough to make Alec relax quite a bit more, not having to feel like he has to be careful with the space or that Greed will kick him out for not looking like he belongs.]
[It's enough to lend Alec an air of arrogance, the assumption that he does belong, and that this space is a throne and he is a king. Arrogance comes the strongest to Alec when he's his most unsure, his most vulnerable.]
[At least it does help now, instead of setting him up to be punched. Alec drops his tattered black scholar's robe onto the floor without caring where it may fall and shifts towards Greed, hand reaching out to touch, to run his fingers along Greed's arm now that he's allowed to touch, to feel the muscle and the power in him. He wraps a pants-clad leg around Greed's own.]
You're probably worth bothering, though.
[Is in Alec's opinion, at least.]
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[Alec's always been difficult to reason with. He's just glad that this time is a bit more simpler than usual.] Oh-? And here I thought you were lacking in ambition. Guess I was wrong.
[Though, his tone isn't mocking. Sincerely through the hisses and despite any notion to the contrary, everything here is just that: it's his. The palace not made from marble, but out of old wood and cigarette smoke. The currency not always gold, but constantly changing. Whether it money or status, glory or sex: Avarice incarnate didn't care the pay-out, in the end.]
[It harks back on something someone told him a long time ago: "A king's nothing without his people." And maybe that's the wealth here - the real jewel in the devil's crown and Greed coils around Alec. Turns his nose to the dip of his neck while one hand comes up to wrap around a hip. Thumb pressing into a pronounced dip as four-fingers follow to snare. One at a time and he's everywhere. Touching his nose down the crook of Alec's shoulder while his free hand hovers just at the edge of his bones. Fluttering down, the touch oddly gentle, considering the owner.]
Is that what you think? Don't sell yourself so short, Alec. I wouldn't have asked you here if I didn't think you were useful. [But that isn't entirely it either and Greed takes the action in reverse. Knocking his heels to walk backwards, the action announced by a series of thuds that clack off his boots. Until the back of his thighs collide with the frame of his bed and he sits. Rather unceremoniously, hands cautioning the other. To ease over his spread thighs and yeah, maybe this is a little better.]
Eh- guess I'll never change your mind on that, will I. [Sultry and slippery and the Sin pulls his face away. If only briefly, to snatch his signature-shades. Exposing an eerie pair that takes the moonlight with covetous abandon. Highlighting purple and they're practically aglow in the dark.]
So why don't you just show me. [Greed's words fall back down his throat as his eyes swivel back. Slipping to watch the other with the cruelty of a grin, with the fever of the Cheshire beckoning a lone wanderer down the next path.]
[And clack go the sunglasses. Earpiece swinging against glass to make it rattle and he tosses them up onto a nightstand with a fling of the wrist.] No need to hold back. Not here, anyway.
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[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.]
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[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.]
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[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.
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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.
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[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.]
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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.
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[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.]
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[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.]
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[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.]
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[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.
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[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.]
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[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.
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[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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[But it just makes it that much better.]
[The tongue at his skin seems to chase away the 'Shield. As if the homunculus is letting down all of his defenses. Just to feel the promise Alec has in store for him and those nails drag unseeing behind the wood. Slowly, scratching peel after peel of pine under he's got ribbons-thick under the curve of his talons.]
[Greed arches his hips, meeting the too-dry hand at his cock and a laugh hisses out of his tightly-shut jaws. Slithering from between his teeth when his eyebrows knit together and oh, Alec just shouldn't have.]
Maybe you'll surprise yourself kid - I don't really deny much. [Greed breathes as he screws the tips of his claws back into the headboard. Almost let go, then. To wrap around Alec's skull and coax him on. But if the kid wants the driver's seat, well.]
[There's the wheel.] I told you to show me everything you've got, brat. Might be good to take something you want, for a change. And who knows? [His chin tilts up first, bring the rest of his head with it. One eye open and Greed watches for a second. Just as voyeuristic as the next.]
Could prove yourself wrong for all that fussing.
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There's always something new to learn.
[It's like a mantra or a promise, but right now Alec lets it go, focuses on the more he has available to him in the moment instead.]
[So he does shift after a moment to lick firmly against Greed's cock this time, one hand braced against Greed's thigh and the other lubed up and messy, reaching between Greed and the sheets, to draw circles around him.]
[His mouth on Greed's cock is tentative, careful, because Alec would rather draw it out than make himself run the risk of choking, because now more than previously, he's actually worried about embarrassing himself in front of Greed, so he's trying to walk a line between eagerness and experience, pretending for control for the sake of an impression he wants to make.]
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[He's just been doing this too long.]
[So one hand stretches - nails first as his wrist twists. He offers the smooth side of his talons, pacing them up the side of Alec's skull. The Sin's got all hands on deck: his eyes watching, his fingers twirling. Spinning and spinning until he's got black-brown hair through the knuckles and he holds with a foreign sort of admiration.]
[A growl escapes him, then. Nothing vicious and more the rumble of a predator finding its kin. It's thick in his throat, coming from the depths of his chest, and it makes his teeth fan out. Greed taps his other hand behind his own head, drumming with a slow sort of rhythm.] If you stay here long enough, you'll learn plenty.
[How the underworld worked. How the black market functioned. And of everything and anything that dwells in the dark. It wasn't just a name painted on the door, but a sign: that brought all matters of secrets and rumors. Of freaks and abominations to his door step. Ushered in with open arms and eager hands. To snatch and have and Greed wore the crown proudly.]
[Which is why he's got no itch to chide Alec on his behavior. Or his lack of finesse. The kid's got plenty to learn.]
[Gently, as it not to disturb too much, Greed slips his claws away from Alec's hair. Touches to the tips to his face, sliding a thumb across a cheek.] Like I said - nothing you do's gunna hurt me much, kid. So feel free - [The hand unfurls behind his skull, a gesture of relaxation. The Sin's not about to let this one slip through his fingers so easily and if he means taking his time, well.]
[So be it.]
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[He's certainly heard of masochists, after all, even if he's far from being one such himself.]
[There's a confidence in his voice by the time he does talk, voice lofty and assured, certain that he knows about this much, at least.]
You don't want me to bite like this.
[Which is fine, because Alec doesn't want to do that, would much rather bring Greed pleasure even if nothing will stop him from being a little selfish about, a little bit of a brat.]
[But he's been tentative more for his own sake than for Greed's, and it's obvious enough that that's not as convincing a distraction as he'd like it to be. So he keeps his mouth light on Greed's cock, the slow movement of his tongue inside his mouth providing pressure, but his finger presses into Greed, feeling the other man's body give way to let him in.]
[It's intoxicating, heady, and Alec wishes he could watch it happening. Later, he knows, he will.]
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[The Sin's lips do close and his comments with them. He's taking it all - the way Alec holds him, the movement of those lips when they take his cock and suck. A shoulder lifts tentatively, pulling the creature forward and finally, he's got a full hand on the top of Alec's head.]
[The tips of his nails rake - gently parting between the strands to have a scratch at Alec's skull. Then back again. Slowly, catching the rhythm the kid's beating to and Greed's easy enough to follow. With a hum at his jaws that's more of a purr and fine, he'll let him have everything he wants.]
[But oh, there's a surprise and his muscles tighten, his lips turning into a relaxed-O, and Greed whistles. Doesn't say a word, though. Not even as he shoves a heel into the bed frame and coaxes his torso down. Rocks his hips until he's practically riding those fingers in deep.] Tsk - [One eye opens, then the other. Alight with mischief.] - not bad, kid.
[Knuckles clench and the Sin's got a tighter grip now. As he rolls his body, bringing those fingers in deep and ah, there it is. It's been a while, Greed'll admit. Usually, it's the other way around.]
[But he's not about to complain.]
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That's why it's important to break it down. [Or it breaks him down. Or it does that anyway.]
Into manageable pieces.
[Alec is licking Greed's cock between sentences, literally licking rather than taking it back fully into his mouth, because it's far more important that he talk than that Greed get everything that he will in this current moment. He's losing his rhythm to this, but that doesn't matter to him, and he'll be surprised if it changes Greed's mood.]
[Most surprised because it would have to mean that Alec overestimated him, that Greed isn't the sort of person that he's professed to be. (That's not a mistake that Alec makes very often, since he's hardly generous to other people, even as he knows he might still be too naive for his own good. Still, it's better to know that sort of thing sooner, rather than later.]
Manageable pieces is why Alec had intended to open Greed up slowly, but he can feel the shifting of his body to draw those fingers in, and Alec doesn't think he has that much control. It had been his intention to bring Greed to some level of satisfaction with his mouth before he shifted, but he's rewriting that plan based on his lack of diligence and his impatience.]
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Break it down, huh. [The curve of a claw catches his partner's lower lip. Touches it, grazes across it, and Greed's eyes narrow. As if he's rereading the last bit of a clause: "Sign here, dot here, but remember the expectations.."]
[His eyes follow the flesh of a bruised lip. Taking in the contours, the shape of it pressed between his weapon of choice. Had he been another sort of creature, he probably would have pierced it. Torn it right up before he sliced the kid's throat. But those days were long gone. Tossed out like yesterday's garbage and Greed, in all of his years, had never looked back.]
[So he hitches his heel, peels himself away from Alec's exploratory fingers. He can feel the muscles tense and relax, a small sigh escaping his jaws and even in his ears, it's entirely unholy. Rude, plain, and noxious. The pit opening up and oh, welcome on down through the burning rings.]
[Knees arch, legs with them, and he snatches Alec in a vice. Smiles with a wicked sort of flare, youthful and old, before his stomach clenches and Greed flips them both. Tumbling to the other side of the mattress, listening as the old wires groan and bend. It's only when he's got the other under him, does Greed arch back up. Moving with a roll of his hips, a buck of his spine, and nails frame out the bottom edge of his shirt. Brown fabric knots in his knuckles as he yanks the offending garment off and over his head. A flick of the wrist sends it crashing into a nearby bureau and the wood shudders and quakes. But Greed pays it little mind. Instead, he settles his thighs - letting them sink into the mattress as he slips into Alec's lap.]
You really haven't done this much, have you? [Finally letting the cat out the bag and the Sin knocks his head to the side.] Don't worry about it - I'm not about to hold it against you.
[The Sin bends, meeting Alec's forehead with his own. Warmth breath at his tongue and he's eye to eye, tooth to tooth.] Go on - give it a try. I've got all the time in the world, after all.
[To test, Greed pushes with his hips. Grinding himself down with a grin that could kill. With a laugh that's a whisper.] Besides, I don't have anything else planned that can't wait 'till later.
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[He's certainly no maiden to see or want his virtue protected. That's hardly the point of just now.]
[But Greed has moved and for a long moment Alec's hands protest their emptiness as Alec tries to figure out why they've changed, what's Greed is trying to say about them doing it this way.]
[He starts by shifting under Greed's grinding hips, breath panting as he wraps an arm around Greed, half-clinging to him and half trying to just figure out where he should place his hands.]
[None of this is natural, but it is all exciting.]
[Alec shifts to meet Greed's lips, to nip at them with his teeth. It's as much because he feels he has to prove a point than anything else, and he doesn't want to just be a kid to Greed, wants instead to impress and please him. He wants to see that they both get their pleasure, and that Greed is satisfied with what Alec is offering him, that Alec doesn't serve as a disappointment.]
[That Greed won't regret bringing him here.]
At least I won't break the furniture under us.
[Alec's hand finds Greed's ass again, and Alec seeks him out, pushy, wanting even when he can't explain his want, when he wouldn't actually be able to break it down to anything more than this.]
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[Either way, it'll prove a good time.]
[The Sin's smile is knowing. Like a teacher in correction, "Why don't you try it this way? Ah, there you go." Alec picks up the lesson quick and the homunculus rocks his hips back to meet the prod of a finger. His right hand's at the ready, charring a hidden match to life with the carbon-switch of a nail. He inhales when fingers resume their exploration and exhales when he picks up a rhythm to set them free.]
[It's here, that he finds a pace. Where he takes Alec's heartbeat and steals it without much notice. The cigarette puffs to life above them, clenched in his teeth and his knuckles.] Not like I'd care if you did. It wouldn't be the first time I'd have to replace something.
[Greed's eyes flick down and his other hand brushes the air. A snap of the wrist calls the 'Shield again. It trickles down as ink to parchment. Bleeding across his skin, making it far too dark, far too sinister. The Sin side-glances his handy work before bringing his smooth-slick palm to Alec's chest. He spreads his fingers there, stretching the points of his claws so that they hover just above skin. Then he settles them - pricking into soft flesh, but not enough to draw blood. Just to let the other really feel him and Greed shoves his hips back with a violent buck.]
Mn - c'mon, Alec. Give it to me. You know I'll do you the favor. [His voice is running hot, his pitch that of a fever. Greed's eyes flare open briefly only to settle back with a hooded glance. It's the look of a predator. Sizing up its next meal, the excitement in every twitch and pull of his muscle. Greed knocks his knees into the mattress, clenches his torso, and moves. Sliding to and from those fingers as talons scratch small lines up the center of Alec's chest, making for his throat.]
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