[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.]
[Greed is powerful, and it's something that's all the more apparent as Alec watches him. His own eyes are wide open, fixed on the other man's face even before Greed opens his.]
[Alec is open, his body ready for this, but it's more than just satisfaction at being filled that Greed instills in him. If Greed sees this as a victory of sorts, then so does Alec. After all, Greed has to want it just as much as he does, to pursue it like this and that thought is enough to make Alec's lips curve up into something that could be smugness and is certainly satisfaction.]
[And he can't say that he minds that this what he gets for the moment, because it's taken enough time to get to this point and because he knows he's opening himself up to what might be too much to handle.]
Eye to something, at least. I can think of lots of things I'd like to look at.
[This is Alec relaxed and comfortable, and it might not be an easy thing to achieve, might not even be all that valuable, but Alec's going to enjoy himself in this state, even if he's still not going to shut up.]
[Whatever sort of complaints Alec has, Greed merely grins to the fact. As his stomach tights and his hips just roll to the rhythm. There's a sound just outside - the strumming of a beggar on a guitar, a few voices chatting through the early morning. It doesn't matter to him. It's the life he knows and as he pushes into Alec, Greed lowers his head away from the arm latched firmly into the headboard.]
Didn't think you were about to complain. Still a fucking brat even now - tsk.
[But he isn't upset. Not in the slightest. Amused even, as his face presses into the side of Alec's neck. With a leg over his shoulder, the Sin releases his hold and runs his fingers down Alec's thigh, down his leg. Using it as a point to drive himself deeper, to sink himself in without even a hitch to his breath.]
[He doesn't need it. Not like humans do, not like others might in the same situation. A fuck is a fuck and his always get top priority. But that doesn't mean he can change what he is - a selfish creature and when he finds the right pace, Greed grins wide against the sweat at Alec's skin. He hums into it, practically purring his appreciation over the dull-knocks coming from the headboard.]
[The wood smacks against the wall, retracts, and smacks again. Muting the outside buzz to only a slight whisper and the draft coming in is a chill-warmth. Like summer without a taste of humidity. It smells of what one would expect it to: liquor and cigarette smoke. Motor oil and the faint tinge of copper. A place that Greed calls home, that he calls his own.]
[The Sin's fingers flex at the headboard and reattach. He's moving quicker and his cock's halfway in when he grabs Alec's throat. With lips that suck in the skin, letting a tease of those teeth again. He's marking the other - showing the world that what's his?]
[Except that neither of them is really surprised by Alec doing this -- or Greed shouldn't be, no matter what he says -- the same way that neither of them is surprised by Greed's possessiveness, by his apparent desire not just to have, but also to keep. As if marking Alec will help with that more than satisfying him would.]
[As if marking Alec does anything at all.]
[As if Alec is worth marking.]
[But he can't help the snide remark, or he can but doesn't want to. Greed either knows what he's doing or he's in way too far over his own head, and Alec won't deny that for the moment it feels good to belong, even if it's just in this old bed.]
Perhaps my expectations were too high.
[As if Greed can't pound Alec into the bedframe, as if he's not the most powerful partner Alec's ever had. (As if Alec has had as many partners as he likes to pretend.) As if Alec isn't hard enough to put the lie to all his words.]
["Perhaps my expectations were too high." It's meant to sting. To bring that ego of his down a notch, to make him believe that this is all Alec is. Someone who feels he has no worth and all of it; someone who doesn't care about living and death, yet has no desire to lose it all. A contradiction in every form and oh, isn't it just rich.]
[Greed forces himself to the hilt, pushing inside Alec until his cock's gone with one last roll of the hips. And it's there that he stops; hovering over Alec while a low rumble of laughter crawls up his throat. But it isn't angry, not even a hiss. More like an airy whisper. It makes the muscles of his stomach tighten and those red lines of his seem to turn on like a furnace to the catch.] You really are a little shit, aren't ya. Fine - have it your way.
[The leather bands on his wrist ripple out and snap to his skin once the 'Shield comes up again. It winds like a road in black stretching on an infinite stretch. Greed releases the hook of his talons and the wood groans right back. The threat of dawn on the horizon turns the crooked shadows purple-blue. Washing and lapping at the gold that threatened its turf, it ignites the holes left behind as the Sin retreats.]
[But instead of using those weapons to rip and tear; to mark, kill, and maim as was their original intention, the Sin presses his forehead to Alec's own. Shoves skull to skull as his torso rolls and rocks. He twists like that, undulating in a clockwise motion as his claws skip across Alec's leg and trail between.]
[The feel of that pitch-black skin is odd in its design. Warm and chill, similar to a smooth-sided piece of metal that's been coaxing the edge of a fire just an hour prior. Greed traces his thumb under the base of Alec's cock, trailing down until the lip of his talon cups his balls. He bucks then, pulling himself out and back in to a beat that's all his own.]
[All the while, Greed's eyes stay poised. Flicking up and down Alec as he presses the tips of his nails and gropes him. With a touch that could easily turn this whole thing sour if he wasn't him. If he were programmed like the rest, Alec would be as good as dead.]
[Instead, Greed takes his throat and notches his teeth in. Holding him against the headboard as he presses his hips, promising to grind them both into dust. And still, his talons play. Cupping and rolling, fingering and touching to the same rhythm he takes.]
[Sex is sex, fucking and fucking. But for his own, he'll always try one better.]
[There's the thing about Alec, where there's what he think he wants and what he's sure he deserves, and there's an awful lot of space between the two definitions, an awful lot of space for him to exist in, even if it won't please him.]
[But this pleases him, of course it does, this moment where it's not his body betraying him and not his desire making him give way, but a combination of being desired and being needed, to the point where Alec thinks that Greed is enjoying this almost as much as Alec himself is, even if it's for all the wrong reasons, or even if Alec's aren't as right as he'd hope.]
[But he's not going to last long like this, not when Greed is so powerful and so clear with his wanting, not when he's being alien and unnatural and Alec is drinking it up, trying to absorb the strangeness in through all their points of contact.]
[Greed is alien and in control and so many things that Alec isn't, but that hasn't kept Alec from getting him here, and it isn't going to keep him from enjoying himself.]
[He arches his back, pressing his body against Greed's, making sure that he can feel the promise of everything that there could be between them, making sure that Greed has to keep giving in order to get as good as he will.]
[Making sure that Alec gives instead of just taking.]
You wouldn't want me as much if I were like everyone else.
[Whether it's true or not, Alec is going to choose to believe it, to get the most out of this encounter by telling himself that he's special, that Greed is doing this for him as much as he's doing it for himself.]
[It's clear when the 'Shield starts its descent again. He's dropping it: that slick armor falling away and his wristbands come back, his calloused touch returns. Greed keeps his forehead touching against Alec's, brushing as his hips roll. Sweat smears across his own brow and really, whether it's his or Alec's? It doesn't matter.]
No, you're right. I really wouldn't have it any other way.
[He stops fucking him for a brief second. This position won't do and it's all too ordinary. Too normal and this back and forth bullshit they've had has lasted far enough. Greed slips out, his hand reaches to snag the bottle of oil again. He nudges Alec with his chin, ordering the other on.] Up there - [A suggestion, though he doesn't waste time showing Alec exactly where he wants him. Greed uses his own muscle to his advantage and his arm slips under Alec's, leveraging his own stupor to flip him over. Thick knuckles force themselves through the slits of his companion's fingers and grip, dragging his hand up and over the restless headboard.]
But talking to me like that? Tsk - you really are a pissant. [But no matter his protest, he's never been angry at Alec. Frustrated, sure. The kid often denied himself what he wanted, punished himself for things out of his control. It doesn't make sense to him and it never truly will: the human need to damn oneself.]
[Greed crawls behind Alec and when he slams their twined hands against the wall, the noise sounds violent. A crack groans across the peeling paint, but the homunculus doesn't care. What he wants right now is right in front of him and he's played the fiddle long enough.]
[Soaked fingers drip and he kneads the substances between his nails. Until it's sticky, warm, and he smears a bit across Alec's ass. A signature and a promise before he's knuckle deep again. He sinks in, caressing back until he's sure the kid can handle it.]
[Their affair is a strange one. A dynamic that the Sin in question really can't make heads or tails of entirely. Alec's always been one to change his mind; quicker than a drop of a dime. Greed hesitates before his nose touches the backside of his partner's neck.] Watch it, hmn? Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself.
[Greed's hand retracts when he feels the tightness subside and he gives a flick to his own cock, slicking it for another round. He grabs Alec by the dip of his shoulder and his teeth settle in, his hips press. At first, he's only got the tip in. The rest of his hard-on follows and when he bucks, it isn't without a fever. Slow, rhythmical, and hard. The bed jerks back, slams forward.]
[And all that he gives is a brief growl. A sound that's both pleased and telling of his nature.]
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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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[Alec is open, his body ready for this, but it's more than just satisfaction at being filled that Greed instills in him. If Greed sees this as a victory of sorts, then so does Alec. After all, Greed has to want it just as much as he does, to pursue it like this and that thought is enough to make Alec's lips curve up into something that could be smugness and is certainly satisfaction.]
[And he can't say that he minds that this what he gets for the moment, because it's taken enough time to get to this point and because he knows he's opening himself up to what might be too much to handle.]
Eye to something, at least. I can think of lots of things I'd like to look at.
[This is Alec relaxed and comfortable, and it might not be an easy thing to achieve, might not even be all that valuable, but Alec's going to enjoy himself in this state, even if he's still not going to shut up.]
And feel. You are going to move, aren't you?
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Didn't think you were about to complain. Still a fucking brat even now - tsk.
[But he isn't upset. Not in the slightest. Amused even, as his face presses into the side of Alec's neck. With a leg over his shoulder, the Sin releases his hold and runs his fingers down Alec's thigh, down his leg. Using it as a point to drive himself deeper, to sink himself in without even a hitch to his breath.]
[He doesn't need it. Not like humans do, not like others might in the same situation. A fuck is a fuck and his always get top priority. But that doesn't mean he can change what he is - a selfish creature and when he finds the right pace, Greed grins wide against the sweat at Alec's skin. He hums into it, practically purring his appreciation over the dull-knocks coming from the headboard.]
[The wood smacks against the wall, retracts, and smacks again. Muting the outside buzz to only a slight whisper and the draft coming in is a chill-warmth. Like summer without a taste of humidity. It smells of what one would expect it to: liquor and cigarette smoke. Motor oil and the faint tinge of copper. A place that Greed calls home, that he calls his own.]
[The Sin's fingers flex at the headboard and reattach. He's moving quicker and his cock's halfway in when he grabs Alec's throat. With lips that suck in the skin, letting a tease of those teeth again. He's marking the other - showing the world that what's his?]
[Stays his.]
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[Except that neither of them is really surprised by Alec doing this -- or Greed shouldn't be, no matter what he says -- the same way that neither of them is surprised by Greed's possessiveness, by his apparent desire not just to have, but also to keep. As if marking Alec will help with that more than satisfying him would.]
[As if marking Alec does anything at all.]
[As if Alec is worth marking.]
[But he can't help the snide remark, or he can but doesn't want to. Greed either knows what he's doing or he's in way too far over his own head, and Alec won't deny that for the moment it feels good to belong, even if it's just in this old bed.]
Perhaps my expectations were too high.
[As if Greed can't pound Alec into the bedframe, as if he's not the most powerful partner Alec's ever had. (As if Alec has had as many partners as he likes to pretend.) As if Alec isn't hard enough to put the lie to all his words.]
But that's fine, just do your best.
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[Greed forces himself to the hilt, pushing inside Alec until his cock's gone with one last roll of the hips. And it's there that he stops; hovering over Alec while a low rumble of laughter crawls up his throat. But it isn't angry, not even a hiss. More like an airy whisper. It makes the muscles of his stomach tighten and those red lines of his seem to turn on like a furnace to the catch.] You really are a little shit, aren't ya. Fine - have it your way.
[The leather bands on his wrist ripple out and snap to his skin once the 'Shield comes up again. It winds like a road in black stretching on an infinite stretch. Greed releases the hook of his talons and the wood groans right back. The threat of dawn on the horizon turns the crooked shadows purple-blue. Washing and lapping at the gold that threatened its turf, it ignites the holes left behind as the Sin retreats.]
[But instead of using those weapons to rip and tear; to mark, kill, and maim as was their original intention, the Sin presses his forehead to Alec's own. Shoves skull to skull as his torso rolls and rocks. He twists like that, undulating in a clockwise motion as his claws skip across Alec's leg and trail between.]
[The feel of that pitch-black skin is odd in its design. Warm and chill, similar to a smooth-sided piece of metal that's been coaxing the edge of a fire just an hour prior. Greed traces his thumb under the base of Alec's cock, trailing down until the lip of his talon cups his balls. He bucks then, pulling himself out and back in to a beat that's all his own.]
[All the while, Greed's eyes stay poised. Flicking up and down Alec as he presses the tips of his nails and gropes him. With a touch that could easily turn this whole thing sour if he wasn't him. If he were programmed like the rest, Alec would be as good as dead.]
[Instead, Greed takes his throat and notches his teeth in. Holding him against the headboard as he presses his hips, promising to grind them both into dust. And still, his talons play. Cupping and rolling, fingering and touching to the same rhythm he takes.]
[Sex is sex, fucking and fucking. But for his own, he'll always try one better.]
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[But this pleases him, of course it does, this moment where it's not his body betraying him and not his desire making him give way, but a combination of being desired and being needed, to the point where Alec thinks that Greed is enjoying this almost as much as Alec himself is, even if it's for all the wrong reasons, or even if Alec's aren't as right as he'd hope.]
[But he's not going to last long like this, not when Greed is so powerful and so clear with his wanting, not when he's being alien and unnatural and Alec is drinking it up, trying to absorb the strangeness in through all their points of contact.]
[Greed is alien and in control and so many things that Alec isn't, but that hasn't kept Alec from getting him here, and it isn't going to keep him from enjoying himself.]
[He arches his back, pressing his body against Greed's, making sure that he can feel the promise of everything that there could be between them, making sure that Greed has to keep giving in order to get as good as he will.]
[Making sure that Alec gives instead of just taking.]
You wouldn't want me as much if I were like everyone else.
[Whether it's true or not, Alec is going to choose to believe it, to get the most out of this encounter by telling himself that he's special, that Greed is doing this for him as much as he's doing it for himself.]
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No, you're right. I really wouldn't have it any other way.
[He stops fucking him for a brief second. This position won't do and it's all too ordinary. Too normal and this back and forth bullshit they've had has lasted far enough. Greed slips out, his hand reaches to snag the bottle of oil again. He nudges Alec with his chin, ordering the other on.] Up there - [A suggestion, though he doesn't waste time showing Alec exactly where he wants him. Greed uses his own muscle to his advantage and his arm slips under Alec's, leveraging his own stupor to flip him over. Thick knuckles force themselves through the slits of his companion's fingers and grip, dragging his hand up and over the restless headboard.]
But talking to me like that? Tsk - you really are a pissant. [But no matter his protest, he's never been angry at Alec. Frustrated, sure. The kid often denied himself what he wanted, punished himself for things out of his control. It doesn't make sense to him and it never truly will: the human need to damn oneself.]
[Greed crawls behind Alec and when he slams their twined hands against the wall, the noise sounds violent. A crack groans across the peeling paint, but the homunculus doesn't care. What he wants right now is right in front of him and he's played the fiddle long enough.]
[Soaked fingers drip and he kneads the substances between his nails. Until it's sticky, warm, and he smears a bit across Alec's ass. A signature and a promise before he's knuckle deep again. He sinks in, caressing back until he's sure the kid can handle it.]
[Their affair is a strange one. A dynamic that the Sin in question really can't make heads or tails of entirely. Alec's always been one to change his mind; quicker than a drop of a dime. Greed hesitates before his nose touches the backside of his partner's neck.] Watch it, hmn? Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself.
[Greed's hand retracts when he feels the tightness subside and he gives a flick to his own cock, slicking it for another round. He grabs Alec by the dip of his shoulder and his teeth settle in, his hips press. At first, he's only got the tip in. The rest of his hard-on follows and when he bucks, it isn't without a fever. Slow, rhythmical, and hard. The bed jerks back, slams forward.]
[And all that he gives is a brief growl. A sound that's both pleased and telling of his nature.]
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