[An unholy war: that's what this is. A game of sides, pushing, prodding, and invading each others' respectable territories with the subtly of a noose, weaving around a throat. Mello's touch is both inspection(ary) and curious; as if it's his first time seeing the world around him up close, and all he wants to do is feel, feel, feel it through.]
[Runs of sulfur key behind his teeth: white, yellow.] Oh - ? Can't say you're entirely wrong. [The former homunculus rinses his tongue along the roof his mouth. The heat locked inside squeezes smoke against his gums; the look of it, more similar to that of compacter, pressurizing its contents. Because no, he really isn't that difficult to figure out. Wants and needs; pleasure and company. They're an addiction he'll never shake. He's built by them: defined by them. And as the other's lips bite copper at this skin, the Sin's flashes back a pointed grin. His gesture, wordlessly filling in the blanks:]
["I know it's killing ya, and you gotta leave. But darlin', darlin', darlin' - " ]
["- it's all a little too late."]
[Greed drops his hand, allowing his claws to level just outside Mello's side. He isn't touching; not yet. And why would he? When he's getting everything he wants - it'd be a shame to waste the opportunity. M's interactions are always a participation of push and pull with the same tune. First, an "I'm right here." Next, the tease. The best though, he saves for last; a bored withdrawl, as blatant and smokey as a woman, chasing her shoulder over with a glance. He's seen it before. Hell, he sees it now. And if Mello's looking for a definite answer? Well - ]
[It's been said that the devil gives the warmest redemption.]
[Greed's teeth shallowly graze the other's lip - his killer-cut daggers, carefully placed.] See, that wasn't that hard, was it? [Slurring, his hand finally pries open. The underside of his palm is as slick as it is black and while he traces down the other's side and maps it out, the former homunculus nudges one of his legs closer. He guides his heel up against Mello's in a tap of plastic; the arch of his foot swinging, just swinging, as if he has the time.]
[Which - ]
[The Sin's tail unhitches from the floorboards. Prongs, gems, hooks, and steel: they slither between Mello's feet. A serpent for lack of anything else, making itself at home. For that's what he is. What'll always be. Temptation in its ultimate shell, breathing it all in. M knew it the moment they met, didn't he? That what day, they'd be here like so many others before him.]
[Greed runs the back of his knuckles down the other's spine.] You can still say no, y'know. I'm not about to force you into anything you're not interested in, friend. Just not my style. But if this is what you really want - [He leans his head in, giving his company plenty of room. Whatever he wants touch, where ever he wants to go - the choice?]
[It's so, decidedly his.]
[Shrrrnk, and the former homuculus presses his hip against Mello's; the meeting of leather to leather, sticky and shrill.] You're right, though: I wanna hear you. Everything you want, everything you need - give to me, sweetheart, and I'll be sure to return the favor. [As if mirroring M's K, Greed purposely clicks a tooth on his R. It's been a long-time coming for the two of them and his selfishness? It heeds no warning nor does it know any bounds. It's endless that way: his core all but a bottomless pit, opened to swallow. The Sin catches a piece of Mello's shirt on his claw and his nose tucks sleekly under his ear.]
[Mello may usually see himself in the company of saints, but in the end?]
[It's their cardinal opposite who'll always come creeping back.]
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[Runs of sulfur key behind his teeth: white, yellow.] Oh - ? Can't say you're entirely wrong. [The former homunculus rinses his tongue along the roof his mouth. The heat locked inside squeezes smoke against his gums; the look of it, more similar to that of compacter, pressurizing its contents. Because no, he really isn't that difficult to figure out. Wants and needs; pleasure and company. They're an addiction he'll never shake. He's built by them: defined by them. And as the other's lips bite copper at this skin, the Sin's flashes back a pointed grin. His gesture, wordlessly filling in the blanks:]
["I know it's killing ya, and you gotta leave. But darlin', darlin', darlin' - " ]
["- it's all a little too late."]
[Greed drops his hand, allowing his claws to level just outside Mello's side. He isn't touching; not yet. And why would he? When he's getting everything he wants - it'd be a shame to waste the opportunity. M's interactions are always a participation of push and pull with the same tune. First, an "I'm right here." Next, the tease. The best though, he saves for last; a bored withdrawl, as blatant and smokey as a woman, chasing her shoulder over with a glance. He's seen it before. Hell, he sees it now. And if Mello's looking for a definite answer? Well - ]
[It's been said that the devil gives the warmest redemption.]
[Greed's teeth shallowly graze the other's lip - his killer-cut daggers, carefully placed.] See, that wasn't that hard, was it? [Slurring, his hand finally pries open. The underside of his palm is as slick as it is black and while he traces down the other's side and maps it out, the former homunculus nudges one of his legs closer. He guides his heel up against Mello's in a tap of plastic; the arch of his foot swinging, just swinging, as if he has the time.]
[Which - ]
[The Sin's tail unhitches from the floorboards. Prongs, gems, hooks, and steel: they slither between Mello's feet. A serpent for lack of anything else, making itself at home. For that's what he is. What'll always be. Temptation in its ultimate shell, breathing it all in. M knew it the moment they met, didn't he? That what day, they'd be here like so many others before him.]
[Greed runs the back of his knuckles down the other's spine.] You can still say no, y'know. I'm not about to force you into anything you're not interested in, friend. Just not my style. But if this is what you really want - [He leans his head in, giving his company plenty of room. Whatever he wants touch, where ever he wants to go - the choice?]
[It's so, decidedly his.]
[Shrrrnk, and the former homuculus presses his hip against Mello's; the meeting of leather to leather, sticky and shrill.] You're right, though: I wanna hear you. Everything you want, everything you need - give to me, sweetheart, and I'll be sure to return the favor. [As if mirroring M's K, Greed purposely clicks a tooth on his R. It's been a long-time coming for the two of them and his selfishness? It heeds no warning nor does it know any bounds. It's endless that way: his core all but a bottomless pit, opened to swallow. The Sin catches a piece of Mello's shirt on his claw and his nose tucks sleekly under his ear.]
[Mello may usually see himself in the company of saints, but in the end?]
[It's their cardinal opposite who'll always come creeping back.]