[His nails bite in and Greed drags them down. Gently, pushing to give the kid a sense of what he's really dealing with. It's true - he's usually the one taking. Flipping company right around and stealing from them as soon as they said go. But he's testing the waters, feeling it out. And what's a good shake up once in a while.]
[Greed inhales on the cigarette, making the tip spit-spark. Ash falls, touching and smearing a pillow that's seen plenty in its time here. He plucks it out of his jaws, flipping the butt over so the fire's too close to his palm. And on instinct, the 'Shield rises up. Licking where the threat of a burn's near and the lit end lights up that pitch black. Giving it a glow that hums orange. Red.] For a little shit, you really are demanding.
[But he gives it anyway. Molding his claws around Alec's jaw as he passes the smoke. It's nothing like what Alec's probably used to. Raw and harsh, the tobacco a bit stale. Still, it's not like Greed's complaining and smoke comes rushing out of his nostrils when he drops down. Holding the headboard to keep his weight from crushing the other.]
[His hooded gaze does nothing for the look he's giving. That need, that desire in every twitch of an eye. Greed leans in close, letting warm air out when his jaws open wide. He could tear Alec to shreds like this. Rip him apart and have at him, just as his would-be maker intended.]
[Instead, he only says one thing:] Gladly.
[The Sin coils his head against Alec's own, side-tilts it to wrap his lips around the side of his neck. His teeth latch in then, just as his nails release and he's running his knuckles down Alec's side. Letting his bones knock against each jut of a rib.]
[One, two - ]
[Teeth sink in a bit harder. Latching around and Greed hums. Lets the vibration shiver through the jagged tips.]
[ - three, four.]
[His stomach tenses, his hips rock forward. Slowly rolling, hovering just above where Alec's hips stop. Leaving the smallest bit of space between.]
[Five, six.]
[His knuckles ease and those talons come out again. To scrape and wind against skin. Tracing lines that circle and bend, following each curve.]
[Alec doesn't like pain, can't take it (even when he inflicts it on himself), but Greed's nails on his skin aren't really painful, and it sparks a different kind of sensation through him.]
[Like saying something, coming to an agreement, and Alec's big on communication.]
[Alec takes the cigarette, and he knows enough about the idea to not breathe it wrong, but it still makes him cough, and he makes a face at the taste, at the heaviness of what he's inhaled.]
[Then again, that Greed has poor taste is something that's already been evidenced, because he's chosen to have Alec in his bed, after all, and while the man is arrogant, he knows that he's so without cause.]
[That he's done nothing to make Greed want him besides to be difficult, and to want it himself.]
You like me this way. [Because if Greed likes Alec at all it has to be this way, because Alec isn't capable of being anything else, can't do away with his own sharp edges or attitude. Hasn't become any softer since he settled in this bed.]
[Still, Alec doesn't scream when he's bitten, just wills his body to relax and it turns out not to be the sort of thing that he has to focus on, it's just the sort of thing that happens, like the way that Alec's body orients itself to Greed's.]
Trying to claim me? [As soon as he says it it's clear exactly how ridiculous of an idea that is, that it won't ever be the case. That Greed might be thinking of it that way anyway, and Alec feels nothing at that but amusement, and a low burn of pleasure, in the pit of his stomach.]
[He doesn't need words; it wouldn't get through anyway. Alec's stubborn. Too quick to shield up his defenses and it's a tough shell to crack. So Greed turns to the usual(s); to a language he understands and his nails slip away from his rib cage, moving down to rake nails up a thigh. To smooth a thumb against a protruding hip. He can hear the other hitch a breath when he bites and the Sin's laughter is muffled against Alec's skin. Forming with heat that puffs out like a breath in the dead of winter. It's warm, hot; toxic and noxious.]
[Just like its owner.]
[He doesn't stay, doesn't pause. Not for a beat and his hand slips between his own-spread thighs to cup Alec between his. For a moment, he merely holds the tips of his nails there. Tracing outlines against a cock, humming softer as he does so. It's easier this way. Without words, without the need to chase every bold-spat answer with a quip of his own.]
[Greed releases his teeth. Pulling back as his thighs sink to either side of Alec and his eyes are alight. Pupils thinned, grin wide. He rocks back onto the balls of his feet, shoving in deeper. It's then that he takes Alec in the palm of his hand. Wrapping finger after finger around his length and tugging in rhythm with the slow-roll buck of his hip.]
Maybe. But you already know it's too late for that, right? [One eye narrows and it's a sneer he's sporting. Sharp and deadly. Alec knows - he has to. He's already been claimed. Marked and treated as one of his own.]
[Words might not work on Alec, but he's addicted to them anyway, to the way his mouth moves as he shapes them and to the sound that they make coming out. Most of the time it doesn't even matter what they are -- except when he's trying to provoke, to use them like weapons -- only that they exist in the first place.]
[It's harder to respond to silence, but not impossible, but still Alec lets Greed have his moments until he responds, Alec lets himself focus on the physical sensation and the pleasure of having Greed cater to him in this manner.]
I know that you want everything and that you're incapable of telling the difference between what you are and aren't capable of keeping.
[It's purred in his low tone of voice, because Greed can have whatever claim he wants, but Alec's got plenty of free will left over, and he's going to exercise it just to prove he can.]
I know that this is convenient and it's just gotten more so.
[As if his pleasure is only that, but it's easier to say that than to admit even to himself that he's vulnerable.]
[He suddenly stops and his fingers still. The sharp edges of his nails snapping out, akin to a feline stretching out its set. And he rises up, rolling onto the balls of his feet to free himself from Alec's prodding.] Oh-? Is that what you think?
[His grin is deadly; almost threatening, but not quite there and Greed closes his eyes. A shove of his palms to the mattress sends him away, spreading his thighs open as the back of his heels hit the frame of the bed.] Nothing's convenient, Alec. I've been doing this far too long for that to be true.
[He falls; lowering himself between Alec's legs as he trails a finger down the side of his thigh. And like the feline before, he watches; as he sends nips up the inside of Alec's leg, tracing up and up and up - ] For once, why don't you give it a try? Really wanting something.
[The rest falls to silence. As he takes the tip of Alec's cock in his mouth, rolling his lips back to shield away those terrible teeth. Both hands follow suit, thumbs spreading to notch his palms between his partner's legs, urging them to spread. A hum curdles at the back side of his throat, holding there as he swallows. Slowly at first, taking it in piece by piece.]
[Perhaps being threatened at this point would be something Alec would almost understand, but he's also confident that despite the danger in Greed's voice that he's not there. After all, Greed has taken on that same tone of voice before when he's made it clear that he won't be the one to kill Alec, that he'll protect Alec from others, and it's not then violence towards Alec that he has to anticipate.]
[Alec's mouth is open and he's focused on panting for a moment, green eyes heavy on Greed, wanting and needing so much more than he's already gotten, but not even sure how to describe to himself what it is he needs, let alone to the Sin.]
[Greed's words make for a start, his mouth for even more of one.]
Why do I need to, when you'll give it to me anyway?
[When usually wanting just means realizing what he won't ever have, what Alec knows in his own heart he doesn't deserve. He can want with every breath, but he either needs to take or receive in order for that want to be satisfied, and usually neither is likely.]
[Those eyes flick up to watch Alec. How he breathes, how he talks. What he's saying and doing and what he's holding back. Greed's mouth opens a bit more - with a jagged smile as he reaches for Alec's wrist and tugs his hand forward.]
[Subtle communication won't work, that's for sure. But maybe a little nudging will.]
[So he moves the hand into the spikes of hair. Forces the palm into his scalp as if beckoning for a tug. For some sort of direction, an answer to what Alec really wants out of this and Greed growls. A feral noise that's neither aggressive or demeaning. Something a bit more pleasant as he urges the other further and further down his throat.]
[The kid does have it right though: "Why do I need to, when you'll give it to me anyway?" Well, partly right. It isn't like Alec's needs overpower his own - it's just a means to an end, to get what he wants out of the deal. But as he's said before, and certainly will say again, there's a few perks for signing up under his wing.]
[Alec's fingers tangle against Greed's hair, and he's quiet for just a moment as he twists, almost as if he's trying his grip rather than appreciating it. It's clear he doesn't need to urge Greed on further, since the man is already taking in more than Alec would have him, is already doing his level best to overwhelm Alec's whole self.]
Hnn.
[It has to be good to reduce Alec from words to noises, although that much won't last as long as Greed might like it to, even if the words Alec does reach for aren't filled with the usual level of snark.]
That's so good.
[He doesn't need to ask for things right now because he wouldn't ask for more than this.]
[While Alec isn't following direction, the pay out is still the same. The slip of a noise instead of a protest. Greed releases his fingers from his companion's wrist, moving instead to race an open palm down his thigh.]
[Behind him, the Sin presses and extends his legs. Moving forward to force Alec further down his throat. There's a hum there; elongated as he answers the voice with a growl. This is how it should be. Without protest, without the same old bullshit that Alec is practically infamous for.]
[And he finally gets what he really wants.]
[Greed presses his tongue up when his head sinks down and his fingers feather out. Drawing red lines up Alec's skin as he scratches ever-so-slightly.]
[Alec's still trying to tease, to push, but his fingers are tight in Greed's hair by now and he's not sure how much more of this he can handle, is practically hoping that Greed won't do anything to make it better any longer, because he doesn't think he can take any more than this.
The grip of his hands is an anchor, and it's the only one he has, and his body writhes under every touch, straining for more pressure, more scratching, more Greed.]
[More is a language he understands. Greed ignores the teasing and instead slides all the way back. Until he's got just the tip in his mouth and his teeth merely hover. Not touching, not in the slightest, but the threat is there.]
[Until he presses his tongue and bobs it. Finding a slow rhythm that circles a little sloppily. One direction, then the opposite a second later. His hand does the rest of the work; smoothing an open palm between Alec's thighs before he places his fingers at the base of a cock. A little bit of pressure as he maps it out. Up and up, then down again.]
[A short snort comes out of his nostrils though. It'd always be better if Alec tending to act more this way. Unfortunately, Greed knew it would never and couldn't ever be the case.]
[Alec moans, genuine and enthusiastic, not able to resist it or find the words any longer. He's vaguely aware that he's holding too tight, but he can't make his fingers relax as Greed drags him towards his climax.]
[It isn't much further in coming, and then Alec is letting go -- truly letting go -- in a way that might be terrifying if it didn't also come with that overwhelming sense of pleasure and rightness.]
[It's been too long, and Greed is too good to him, and if Alec were able to keep control of his head he might well watch curiously to see if Greed will swallow or not, but right now that matters not at all, not even as a point of interest.]
[Thankfully he's not the type to deny much of anything.]
[It's the reaction he's been looking for. All this time, all this effort. Alec's been stubborn, but Greed's more so. When he pulls away, his tongue comes with him. A roll of it that brings a satisfied purr to his lip. Greed swipes the back of his wrist over his chin and swallows.] See - wasn't that bad, was it?
[The homunculus crawls over. Hovering above Alec with that too-sick grin and those wicked eyes of his seem to glow. Taking in the light where it comes, swallowing when it gives.] I told you. No need to be a pissant all the time.
[He lowers himself down just a tad so that there's only a small space between them.] So - what else do you have for me?
[With the kiss at his jaw, Greed tips his head to the opposing side. Like this, Alec can have as much as he wants without much protest. And the Sin isn't about to complain.]
[His eyes open with a low hum. The noise groans from the gut, coming up to vibrate against the backside of his teeth.] Flattery doesn't fit you. [He chimes back, his voice a rough kind of whisper. A hand spreads to coax down Alec's side.]
You didn't really think that was going to be it, did you? [The homunculus snaps his jaws and shoves his skull under the jut of Alec's throat.] You should know me a bit better than that.
[His other hand trails back and a thumb makes easy of the button. A simple pop and Greed's grin spreads where his lips touch Alec's skin.] Just had to make sure - not interested if you aren't, after all.
[Alec doesn't think Greed means that, even though Alec running his mouth in a different way is one of the side effects of being pleased, of feeling the pleasure throughout his body, and perhaps he does.
Although he would have thought that Greed would like to be admired, would enjoy being wanted.
But he's satisfied to keep touching the Sin, to do everything that he's apparently allowed, and to enjoy the feeling of them sharing a bed. He moves his hands after a moment to try to help Greed out with easing the clothing off.]
I am. You're smart to think me so selfish, but I'm better behaved in bed than I usually am.
[And he expects that he'll get more out of this anyway.]
If you think that, then you still don't know me very well. [He pulls away only briefly. Rocking onto the shelf of his hips as his body sinks back into his thighs. Greed hitches his fingers around the line of his waist, prying the leather from his skin. There's a second pair of red lines there; jutting off his hips to circle around his back.] I'm selfish, remember?
[He shifts himself up, hiking the band down. Alec's much more easy to understand like this. With all of his complaints aside and Greed lowers himself back to him. Nipping at his throat as too-hot air chases skin. His hand follows the curve of his own back and two fingers hook in where leather eases. Greed slowly trails them down and his knees makes the bed beneath them groan.]
You are. So c'mon - I want everything you've got, Alec. [Just to make his point clear, Greed latches his teeth into the dip of Alec's shoulder. Holding him there as his hips, his torso, undulate to help free him of his slacks. They go in slow motion and Greed drops his hand.]
[Again, they tumble. When the Sin's got a fingers-full of Alec's hip and he pulls him into the momentum. Until Alec's settled right on top of the jut of his hip and Greed knocks the backboard with a solid thwack of the heel. His teeth release then and the Sin inspects the slight indentation with an admiring sneer.]
[Alec thinks he understands what Greed is going to be doing with his teeth, and he doesn't cry out in pain or shock when they latch on because pain like this is something he can take, when it mixes with desire and contentment, when it's mild to begin with.]
[Alec does shift against Greed's body, even with the teeth as a different sort of anchor, because he wants to find more skin to touch and because he wants to admire the sight that Greed makes against the bed, wanting and wilful.]
[Then he's finding refuge in words, because he doesn't know what this is, but he's sure that it makes him vulnerable, and he's not comfortable with that, even as his fingers scrunch against the pattern of the bite, admiring it with his own touch.]
So certain you can handle all that? [Alec's fingers shift to tousle Greed's hair, to muss it if he isn't already too mussed for that sort of difference to be noticeable.]
[From Alec's hip, his fingers trail away. Sliding across the curve of his ass and Greed's skull lulls back with a lazy toss. He can't help but laugh at that; the very idea that this is something he couldn't handle and just what is it that Alec takes him for.] I've been doing this a lot longer than you, Alec. Don't you remember?
[But with that hand in his hair, the Sin doesn't make a protest. Instead, he pushes two fingers into his own mouth. Shoving them first knuckle, second, until he's down to the base of things. It isn't the cleanest way to do it, nor is it the most pleasant. But hell, he's had plenty of time to wait.]
[A pop pulls the duo out and Greed reaches behind Alec's back. He moves closer as he does, hitching up by the torso so that his too-hot breath masks just at the edge of Alec's throat.] Just depends on whether or not you can. [With a distraction in play, he slips a finger down and in. Just pushing, prying inside Alec. Not all the way, no. But enough.]
[Alec chortles under his breath, amused even with the edge of irritation that seeps through. Greed might have been doing this longer than Alec, but he hasn't been doing it with Alec for that time, and while that might not make this special, it does mean a little extra care might be required, because Alec knows he's brittle, and he wouldn't be here if he thought Greed wanted to break him.]
[So he lets Greed press the finger sticky with spit, but green eyes lock with his.]
There is the oil, wherever it's gotten to. [Managing scorn despite the tight feeling of pleasure and promise in his belly is a skill, and one that Alec has honed finely enough that he can use it even now.]
[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.]
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[Greed inhales on the cigarette, making the tip spit-spark. Ash falls, touching and smearing a pillow that's seen plenty in its time here. He plucks it out of his jaws, flipping the butt over so the fire's too close to his palm. And on instinct, the 'Shield rises up. Licking where the threat of a burn's near and the lit end lights up that pitch black. Giving it a glow that hums orange. Red.] For a little shit, you really are demanding.
[But he gives it anyway. Molding his claws around Alec's jaw as he passes the smoke. It's nothing like what Alec's probably used to. Raw and harsh, the tobacco a bit stale. Still, it's not like Greed's complaining and smoke comes rushing out of his nostrils when he drops down. Holding the headboard to keep his weight from crushing the other.]
[His hooded gaze does nothing for the look he's giving. That need, that desire in every twitch of an eye. Greed leans in close, letting warm air out when his jaws open wide. He could tear Alec to shreds like this. Rip him apart and have at him, just as his would-be maker intended.]
[Instead, he only says one thing:] Gladly.
[The Sin coils his head against Alec's own, side-tilts it to wrap his lips around the side of his neck. His teeth latch in then, just as his nails release and he's running his knuckles down Alec's side. Letting his bones knock against each jut of a rib.]
[One, two - ]
[Teeth sink in a bit harder. Latching around and Greed hums. Lets the vibration shiver through the jagged tips.]
[ - three, four.]
[His stomach tenses, his hips rock forward. Slowly rolling, hovering just above where Alec's hips stop. Leaving the smallest bit of space between.]
[Five, six.]
[His knuckles ease and those talons come out again. To scrape and wind against skin. Tracing lines that circle and bend, following each curve.]
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[Like saying something, coming to an agreement, and Alec's big on communication.]
[Alec takes the cigarette, and he knows enough about the idea to not breathe it wrong, but it still makes him cough, and he makes a face at the taste, at the heaviness of what he's inhaled.]
[Then again, that Greed has poor taste is something that's already been evidenced, because he's chosen to have Alec in his bed, after all, and while the man is arrogant, he knows that he's so without cause.]
[That he's done nothing to make Greed want him besides to be difficult, and to want it himself.]
You like me this way. [Because if Greed likes Alec at all it has to be this way, because Alec isn't capable of being anything else, can't do away with his own sharp edges or attitude. Hasn't become any softer since he settled in this bed.]
[Still, Alec doesn't scream when he's bitten, just wills his body to relax and it turns out not to be the sort of thing that he has to focus on, it's just the sort of thing that happens, like the way that Alec's body orients itself to Greed's.]
Trying to claim me? [As soon as he says it it's clear exactly how ridiculous of an idea that is, that it won't ever be the case. That Greed might be thinking of it that way anyway, and Alec feels nothing at that but amusement, and a low burn of pleasure, in the pit of his stomach.]
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[Just like its owner.]
[He doesn't stay, doesn't pause. Not for a beat and his hand slips between his own-spread thighs to cup Alec between his. For a moment, he merely holds the tips of his nails there. Tracing outlines against a cock, humming softer as he does so. It's easier this way. Without words, without the need to chase every bold-spat answer with a quip of his own.]
[Greed releases his teeth. Pulling back as his thighs sink to either side of Alec and his eyes are alight. Pupils thinned, grin wide. He rocks back onto the balls of his feet, shoving in deeper. It's then that he takes Alec in the palm of his hand. Wrapping finger after finger around his length and tugging in rhythm with the slow-roll buck of his hip.]
Maybe. But you already know it's too late for that, right? [One eye narrows and it's a sneer he's sporting. Sharp and deadly. Alec knows - he has to. He's already been claimed. Marked and treated as one of his own.]
[And he wouldn't really have it any other way.]
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[It's harder to respond to silence, but not impossible, but still Alec lets Greed have his moments until he responds, Alec lets himself focus on the physical sensation and the pleasure of having Greed cater to him in this manner.]
I know that you want everything and that you're incapable of telling the difference between what you are and aren't capable of keeping.
[It's purred in his low tone of voice, because Greed can have whatever claim he wants, but Alec's got plenty of free will left over, and he's going to exercise it just to prove he can.]
I know that this is convenient and it's just gotten more so.
[As if his pleasure is only that, but it's easier to say that than to admit even to himself that he's vulnerable.]
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[His grin is deadly; almost threatening, but not quite there and Greed closes his eyes. A shove of his palms to the mattress sends him away, spreading his thighs open as the back of his heels hit the frame of the bed.] Nothing's convenient, Alec. I've been doing this far too long for that to be true.
[He falls; lowering himself between Alec's legs as he trails a finger down the side of his thigh. And like the feline before, he watches; as he sends nips up the inside of Alec's leg, tracing up and up and up - ] For once, why don't you give it a try? Really wanting something.
[The rest falls to silence. As he takes the tip of Alec's cock in his mouth, rolling his lips back to shield away those terrible teeth. Both hands follow suit, thumbs spreading to notch his palms between his partner's legs, urging them to spread. A hum curdles at the back side of his throat, holding there as he swallows. Slowly at first, taking it in piece by piece.]
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[Alec's mouth is open and he's focused on panting for a moment, green eyes heavy on Greed, wanting and needing so much more than he's already gotten, but not even sure how to describe to himself what it is he needs, let alone to the Sin.]
[Greed's words make for a start, his mouth for even more of one.]
Why do I need to, when you'll give it to me anyway?
[When usually wanting just means realizing what he won't ever have, what Alec knows in his own heart he doesn't deserve. He can want with every breath, but he either needs to take or receive in order for that want to be satisfied, and usually neither is likely.]
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[Subtle communication won't work, that's for sure. But maybe a little nudging will.]
[So he moves the hand into the spikes of hair. Forces the palm into his scalp as if beckoning for a tug. For some sort of direction, an answer to what Alec really wants out of this and Greed growls. A feral noise that's neither aggressive or demeaning. Something a bit more pleasant as he urges the other further and further down his throat.]
[The kid does have it right though: "Why do I need to, when you'll give it to me anyway?" Well, partly right. It isn't like Alec's needs overpower his own - it's just a means to an end, to get what he wants out of the deal. But as he's said before, and certainly will say again, there's a few perks for signing up under his wing.]
[And his are always taken care of.]
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Hnn.
[It has to be good to reduce Alec from words to noises, although that much won't last as long as Greed might like it to, even if the words Alec does reach for aren't filled with the usual level of snark.]
That's so good.
[He doesn't need to ask for things right now because he wouldn't ask for more than this.]
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[Behind him, the Sin presses and extends his legs. Moving forward to force Alec further down his throat. There's a hum there; elongated as he answers the voice with a growl. This is how it should be. Without protest, without the same old bullshit that Alec is practically infamous for.]
[And he finally gets what he really wants.]
[Greed presses his tongue up when his head sinks down and his fingers feather out. Drawing red lines up Alec's skin as he scratches ever-so-slightly.]
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[Alec's still trying to tease, to push, but his fingers are tight in Greed's hair by now and he's not sure how much more of this he can handle, is practically hoping that Greed won't do anything to make it better any longer, because he doesn't think he can take any more than this.
The grip of his hands is an anchor, and it's the only one he has, and his body writhes under every touch, straining for more pressure, more scratching, more Greed.]
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[Until he presses his tongue and bobs it. Finding a slow rhythm that circles a little sloppily. One direction, then the opposite a second later. His hand does the rest of the work; smoothing an open palm between Alec's thighs before he places his fingers at the base of a cock. A little bit of pressure as he maps it out. Up and up, then down again.]
[A short snort comes out of his nostrils though. It'd always be better if Alec tending to act more this way. Unfortunately, Greed knew it would never and couldn't ever be the case.]
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[It isn't much further in coming, and then Alec is letting go -- truly letting go -- in a way that might be terrifying if it didn't also come with that overwhelming sense of pleasure and rightness.]
[It's been too long, and Greed is too good to him, and if Alec were able to keep control of his head he might well watch curiously to see if Greed will swallow or not, but right now that matters not at all, not even as a point of interest.]
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[It's the reaction he's been looking for. All this time, all this effort. Alec's been stubborn, but Greed's more so. When he pulls away, his tongue comes with him. A roll of it that brings a satisfied purr to his lip. Greed swipes the back of his wrist over his chin and swallows.] See - wasn't that bad, was it?
[The homunculus crawls over. Hovering above Alec with that too-sick grin and those wicked eyes of his seem to glow. Taking in the light where it comes, swallowing when it gives.] I told you. No need to be a pissant all the time.
[He lowers himself down just a tad so that there's only a small space between them.] So - what else do you have for me?
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Bad's not the word I would use. Remarkable might be.
[Alec's body is languid and relaxed now, a feat in and of itself, given how he usually holds himself.]
Don't you want your own satisfaction?
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[His eyes open with a low hum. The noise groans from the gut, coming up to vibrate against the backside of his teeth.] Flattery doesn't fit you. [He chimes back, his voice a rough kind of whisper. A hand spreads to coax down Alec's side.]
You didn't really think that was going to be it, did you? [The homunculus snaps his jaws and shoves his skull under the jut of Alec's throat.] You should know me a bit better than that.
[His other hand trails back and a thumb makes easy of the button. A simple pop and Greed's grin spreads where his lips touch Alec's skin.] Just had to make sure - not interested if you aren't, after all.
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[Alec doesn't think Greed means that, even though Alec running his mouth in a different way is one of the side effects of being pleased, of feeling the pleasure throughout his body, and perhaps he does.
Although he would have thought that Greed would like to be admired, would enjoy being wanted.
But he's satisfied to keep touching the Sin, to do everything that he's apparently allowed, and to enjoy the feeling of them sharing a bed. He moves his hands after a moment to try to help Greed out with easing the clothing off.]
I am. You're smart to think me so selfish, but I'm better behaved in bed than I usually am.
[And he expects that he'll get more out of this anyway.]
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[He shifts himself up, hiking the band down. Alec's much more easy to understand like this. With all of his complaints aside and Greed lowers himself back to him. Nipping at his throat as too-hot air chases skin. His hand follows the curve of his own back and two fingers hook in where leather eases. Greed slowly trails them down and his knees makes the bed beneath them groan.]
You are. So c'mon - I want everything you've got, Alec. [Just to make his point clear, Greed latches his teeth into the dip of Alec's shoulder. Holding him there as his hips, his torso, undulate to help free him of his slacks. They go in slow motion and Greed drops his hand.]
[Again, they tumble. When the Sin's got a fingers-full of Alec's hip and he pulls him into the momentum. Until Alec's settled right on top of the jut of his hip and Greed knocks the backboard with a solid thwack of the heel. His teeth release then and the Sin inspects the slight indentation with an admiring sneer.]
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[Alec does shift against Greed's body, even with the teeth as a different sort of anchor, because he wants to find more skin to touch and because he wants to admire the sight that Greed makes against the bed, wanting and wilful.]
[Then he's finding refuge in words, because he doesn't know what this is, but he's sure that it makes him vulnerable, and he's not comfortable with that, even as his fingers scrunch against the pattern of the bite, admiring it with his own touch.]
So certain you can handle all that? [Alec's fingers shift to tousle Greed's hair, to muss it if he isn't already too mussed for that sort of difference to be noticeable.]
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[But with that hand in his hair, the Sin doesn't make a protest. Instead, he pushes two fingers into his own mouth. Shoving them first knuckle, second, until he's down to the base of things. It isn't the cleanest way to do it, nor is it the most pleasant. But hell, he's had plenty of time to wait.]
[A pop pulls the duo out and Greed reaches behind Alec's back. He moves closer as he does, hitching up by the torso so that his too-hot breath masks just at the edge of Alec's throat.] Just depends on whether or not you can. [With a distraction in play, he slips a finger down and in. Just pushing, prying inside Alec. Not all the way, no. But enough.]
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[So he lets Greed press the finger sticky with spit, but green eyes lock with his.]
There is the oil, wherever it's gotten to. [Managing scorn despite the tight feeling of pleasure and promise in his belly is a skill, and one that Alec has honed finely enough that he can use it even now.]
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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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