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[Gabriel's not exactly glowing, that would be weird. But there's something different about him, something that's a little brighter and hell, he feels good. more alive than he's felt since he got here, maybe even before then. Maybe he had to loose it before he realised how much his Grace meant to him
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[A thin stick is pulled out and shoved between his teeth. He drags over a nearby pack of matches that has his bar's logo etched onto the top cruelly. A shake and a couple slide out. He flicks them on his leather pants and lights the tip. A few puffs sends smoke billowing out and he tossed the matches into his near-empty glass of scotch. He'll taint that instead of the nice drink Gabe's made for him. Can't spoil good things.] A Hindi goddess? Don't know the religion, but a goddess sounds like she'd be fun. [Greed smiles wide at the prospect - a goddess would be a good dance in the sheets, he imagined. What he wouldn't give-]
[-no, never give. He'd take and offer his services. That would suffice.]
I'd like that, especially if this place starts to really get busy. [He shifts and his legs hit the floor - thunk, thunk. He flicks his cigarette ash over the side - he'll clean it up later.] I could use some more company - I've got a gal that's signed up, but I'll need more. Guess that's the name of my game. [Greed inhales and tilts his body back as to not offend the angel - can't lose a guy like that, you only meet 'em once in a life time. Smoke billows out of his chest akin to that of a chimney. And he exposes his jaw readily.]
[Too trusting, really.]
Tell you buddies, get a whole group. I don't care as long as you come back.
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And at the mention of Kali being fun he gives a little snort.] Fun is one word. She's not everyone's taste, I guess but... [But Gabriel still has a soft spot for her. How can he not, when she can summon that many extra hands at will. Although those hands weren't always the most gentle.] If she ever ends up here, I'll tell her to drop by. You might not be able to stand for a week afterwards, but you probably wouldn't want to either.
[The smoking doesn't bother him. He doesn't need to breath, and even after a month of having to do it, not doing it is what he's used to. He's not about to complain. Besides, he's enjoying watching Greed move, eyes shifting over him as Gabriel drains his own cocktail far more slowly.
Artificial or not, Greed's well put together.]
You're interesting. I'll be back. [He grins, teasing, setting down his glass and leaning over the bar, hands on the wood to support himself] I just didn't know you cared so much.
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[But he means no disrespect and he throws a hand in the air. He's drained most of his booze and his normal body, the one without his special talents, feels it. Not enough to make himself a fool, but enough for him to ease just a bit. He takes another drag of his cigarette before tossing it on the floor. He wheels himself about on his stool and stomps it out with the heel of one of his boots.] I care about things I want and people I want - get the picture? You're outta this man's league, but that doesn't mean I won't leave my doors open in case you need a place to call home. [He's a collector of freaks and outcasts - all they have to do is knock.]
Besides - if I can have another one of these in the future and still keep your company, I'll be contented for now. [Not satisfied, no. But content? He'll settle for that cash out.]
Gabriel, angel, Gabe - I want to be your friend. [He says, no malice there, just that twinge of starvation.] If you'd have me, of course. [Greed fingers down his shades just slightly.] What do you say?
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[And for a moment, Gabriel considers making Greed another, if only because he seems to enjoy it and Gabriel likes the praise. But he remembers how it feels not to have powers and the headache that came after his trip to Jack of Hearts. Maybe... Greed can have another on a different day.] Out of your league, Greed? [That's sort of funny, and Gabriel isn't exactly sure what the man means. Gabriel is more than happy with the idea of working here, he already likes the company.]
You can have another whenever you like. As long as you're content.
[He pauses then, a teasing eyebrow raised and he leans up from the bar, finishing off his cocktail in a long swallow] Done and done. You don't even have to ask, handsome. Can't expect you to let me have free-reign over your bar and not be your friend, right?
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Good! Because you know I can't stop at just one. [He sweeps his fingers through his spiked hair, sliding nails into his scalp. The touch feels good - there's a hotness at his temple and it runs through him like fire. Greed can't say he doesn't like the feeling, though. Warm, inviting intoxication.]
Glad we could agree - you know, I've had people pass up my deals before. I always make good ones when I need to - I can play the game of fair as long as I get what I want. [And Gabriel - he's offered his friendship and, perhaps, another head at the bar. That's good enough for now. He'll ask more later, when the time is right.]
And you are out of my league, in a matter of speaking. I can't claim an angel, can I? [He shoots his brows up and touches the ovals of his shades. Pauses there.] But I suppose that's never stopped me. [Ambition - he's got it in spades.]
I need to ask you a bit of a favor - in a few weeks time, if everything's right, the clock'll be up. You wanted to see what I can do and that'll be my payment for your services. [He lazily slides his torso onto the bar, getting a little too close to his angel friend.] I need something that can do a bit of damage - something big, heavy. Or something that'll make a blast. Nothing to harm anyone else - don't need to ruin my bar - but I need something destructive. The military had a nice idea going - shotgun I believe - [Greed flicks a finger out to Gabriel and purrs.] That Snap thing you do - when I ask, when I need it, do you think you can whip me up something? I can guarantee the pay-out will be worth it.
[He leans in a little closer, breath hot.] Or, I could just ask you to do the deed. Would you be willing to do that? When I ask for you to jump, would you?
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Who can? I can't. I have to admit I've got one or two... little lusts and desires of my own. A good cocktail is one of my weaknesses. As is candy. As are good looking people. Let's face it, I have a few weaknesses.
[Gabriel's grin stretches slightly]And that works two ways. I can't really claim you either, as much as I'd like to have my own pocket bar keeper...
[There's no such thing as too close to Gabriel, and he doesn't pull away, keeping his attention focused on Greed and letting a more interested expression rest on the man. This is... Intriguing but also a little bit worrying. He's got a fair idea of what exactly he's being asked and it's unsettling. But Greed speaks with such confidence and Gabriel... waivers. At the risk of saying he'd do anything for a friend, he's also reluctant to offer up any promises of destruction. He has the assurance that on one else will be dragged into it but...
But like he's said, he doesn't like to be played.
But it's not as if he can't satisfy himself now. Find out exactly what Greed is asking of him. Too much power, too much Snap and who knows, whatever Greed is planning might not be possible. Gabriel doesn't think he can exist with that on his shoulders.]
Oh, I can jump. But I need to know off what. But I think I can guess why you're asking.
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No, you can't have me - I don't work for anyone. My avarice runs too deep, you see. But, there are other ways of having. [He'll leave it at that. His fingers still held out, he murmurs softly - his voice slides from his voice, slippery and wet.] It'll only be me that'll be involved. It'll be after hours - I'll even record it. I've promised a few people a show and I'll give it. I swear that if anything goes wrong, the blame goes all to me. You don't even have to be on the spot - and I wouldn't do that. I don't break up friendships, Gabriel and I have never lied. [Well, except once - the one time, but it was for a good cause right?]
I'll be honest with you, it won't be a pretty sight. Either way, whichever part of me comes back first - I'd prefer it to be one over the other, but beggars can't be choosers. I'll give you want you wanted - [The open palm closes and a finger nestles right up against Gabriel's chest. Greed pushes his finger pad down, nicks a button with a nail.] You won't be jumping far - I just need a catalyst and I can't well swing a hammer like Roa. [He retracts his finger and coils it up with the rest, then opens it again.]
If you find you don't like it, I won't show you again unless it's necessary. If you find that your angelic pride kicks in and you wish to smite me like the sin I am, then that's your choice. But I figured since we're now chums, I'll show you everything I am, honest-to-Thy-father. I cannot tell a lie and I don't go back on my promises.
[A tilt of the head.] So - do we have ourselves a deal?
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I wouldn't be asking you to work for me. [And yes, he understood the hint there, and it's tempting. He could celebrate having his wings back with more than just a couple of drinks and several packets of candy. But it's not an offer that Greed seems to making right now, there are more serious matters at hand.
And with that, Gabriel glances down at the finger on his chest, and he considers. He's seen and done horrific things, he doubts this could be any worse. He's not worried about that. And maybe he shouldn't be worrying at all. Whatever Greed has asked for, it's no skin of Gabriel's nose, it's no bother to him either way. And Greed seems to need this. They don't know each other, not at all but... well, Gabriel is willing to trust.
Even it he's not particularly sure what is meant by Roa and hammers. ]
We have a deal, then. [He smirks then] But I don't do any of this hand-shaking stuff. [And he leans forwards, grabbing the front of Greed's vest, tugging him closer and pressing their mouths together. He's no cross-roads demon, but it works just as well for angels too.]
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Good - glad you understand. [Because Greed works for no one. Taking orders is for others, not for him. He'll take the crown and the whole kingdom.]
[The homunculus watches Gabriel, follows his eyes - the angel is an intrigue and surely an asset he would like to conquer, but he knows when he's outmatched. Least for the time being, he's the underdog.] See? I told you I can strike a good deal. [He 'ehhs?' - a question without words. Brows shoot up and he's about to ask what the angel does to seal a deal.]
[And it hits him.]
[And no, it's not a lady - but he's starved.]
[He pushes himself up half-way onto the bar - his knee slides across clean wood and damn. Women are his preferred - loves the curves - but he won't deny what's given to him freely. And the angel is sealing a deal, after all. But Greed will be greed and he makes a rumble thunder in his throat. He opens his mouth freely and those teeth come out. And they're sharp - daggers, like a shark. He nips and grunts, nose flaring ever so slightly.]
[Fingers tear up from the bar and grab the angel around the collar of his tacky-ass-shirt. Greed smiles against those lips and retracts only an inch.] You shouldn't have done that. [Because the blood is back on his lips, all his; all red, hot, and needy like he is.]
[His fingers are tight, despite the booze. He can hear the veins thudding in his skull: more. Give me more. Give me more. Give me more.]
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If Greed thinks he's the one starving, Gabriel is happy to give him evidence to the contrary.
But that's when those teeth catch him. They're more like a mouth of fangs, razor-edged and the bite stings. Gabriel's not about to complain though. The sting goes through him, the spike of pain that isn't pain at all, not real pain. But human bodies tend to react to that sort of stimuli, Gabriel's borrowed form is no different.
And then there's that grip. But he's not being forced back into something, which in and of itself is unusual, maybe he's spent too long near aggressive Winchesters, because he's braced himself without expecting it. Being interrogated against a wall or link-fence? Not Gabriel's idea of a good time.
But the sharp nip of teeth and the press of that hot mouth are gone at that moment and it forces Gabriel to re-focus on the man in front of him. With his knees on the bar-top, Greed's easily taller than Gabe. Most people are, it doesn't bother the angel.
He just smirks up, attention moving from the purple eyes behind those sunglasses, back down to that mouth. Red and hot and the metallic tang in the air has a clear source.]
Oh? That's a pity.
[It's clearly not. Gabriel don't give a flying monkey about what he should and shouldn't do. And it doesn't take much to lean in again and taste that mouth, the blood on those lips, Gabriel's own fingers still tangled in the fabric of Greed's vest.
Maybe this is a situation he shouldn't be getting himself into, but screw that. He was going to have himself some fun. No-one else there at the bar can see, he's made sure of that, although frankly, any other patrons can go screw themselves too. Gabriel is getting what he wants.
He sweeps his tongue over that lower lip, tasting more blood, more metal tang and he wants. Maybe not as keenly as Greed, but the hunger bubbling inside him sends heat through his veins.]
Is there a good reason why I shouldn't have?
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[Probably not, but that ball is now in Gabriel's court.]
[Greed's built well and his legs are long enough to slide over the top of the bar. One first - it settles next to Gabriel. The other comes and the homunculus is thrust right up beside the angel. Two completely different creatures with a satisfaction that needed to be settled, face-to-face, and Greed was ready for the plunge.]
[Because no, it wasn't a lady but he had made exceptions before.]
[That brace earns a look from Greed - he pushes his forehead against Gabriel's and licks away the blood a bit slowly. To get his point across, really.] Because I tend to be a very insatiable guy - give a dog a bone and he'll come back for more. [His grip eases on Gabriel's collar and his fingers spread out. He rolls his tips down his neck, across shoulders.]
[He tilts his head, slides it next to Gabriel's own. Presses cheek to cheek and sighs.] I can't claim you, you can't claim me. See my dilemma? I like my things mine. [Greed shifts his head and he nips at an ear.] You may have just opened your own Pandora's box. I hope you know that. [But Greed doesn't force Gabriel up to the back of the bar - not yet. Instead, he's gentle at first. A bite or two at the ear and his fingers travel down arms, nails only slightly grazing the skin.]
[He meets lips again Gabriel's again. He pushes, because that hunger is strong and his hands find a grip on hips that are just nice to touch. Because if this isn't seven minutes in heaven, what is?]
[There's that rumble again, hot and heavy and his need gets the better of him. He pulls Gabriel too him and Greed's back thunks hard against the back of the bar. He feels that pain and ignores it; he's head is screaming far too loud for him to give a damn about the limitations he has stacked against him.]
[His presses his thumb, massages fabric and the flesh locked at Gabriel's hips.]
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Greed's not about to disappoint though. Sometimes over-confidence is a shield, something to hide behind but Greed's been nothing but open. Maybe a little guarded, but old wound don't need to be opened recklessly. There's a purpose to the other's movements too, practised, for want of another word, and Gabriel likes that.]
I don't really think that's all that likely. Ever had complaints before?
[The swipe of that too-hot tongue across his lip makes his eyes close, just slightly, amber eyes getting darker and a smile tugs at him, letting those unfamiliar fingers smooth over his throat, down his shoulders. Hells, it feels good, very good, and Gabriel is going to give into it. Come on, a guy needs a bit of attention every now and again and Gabriel's had to wait a long time for attention.
He lets Greed close the distance between them, the angel's own hands moving up, over the artificial man's back, following the shape of his spine under the fabric of that vest, stroking patterns into muscle and sinew and then biting in deep as they're suddenly tight against the bar, Greed trapped between the wood and Gabriel's physical form and now, didn't things just get even more delicious?
Gabriel likes to use the advantage when he has it, pressing hips together and grinding. Dad in Heaven, that, now that was what was missing from his existence.]
Good thing is, I know what to let out and what to keep in. [And it's true. Gabriel's something of an old hand at this. A very old hand, really. He can get out of this what he wants, no strings attached.
He leans in again, nipping at Greed's jaw, at the sharp angle, the bites punctuated with softer brushes of lips, wanting to find just the perfect spot, needing it. Maybe Greed's lusts are transferable, radiating out from him. Gabriel doesn't much care. He just knows what he wants.]
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[The nails and hands on his back are all welcome, even when they bite down hard. Greed can't help the groan, can't help the flashy smile - it's all too good, a better deal than he could have hoped for. A friend was great, a show of power was better - a little physical attention? That was the best. Because he had been long without as well.]
[Gabriel's hips hit his own and the Sin throws his weight to his thighs. He pushes up, meeting that grind with his own and he's slow about it - build it up, make it tender, make it count. He can wait, he can stretch it out. After all, he's got all the time in the world now and there's no one to bother him.] No - I always leave my possessions satisfied. After all, what's a good fuck between friends? [Another throaty whoop - Greed's entire body seems to shake. He's pretty sure an angel can handle the flood gates when they finally break open.] I hope you do, Gabriel. I hope you're ready for this - because you sealed the deal, remember?
[Legs ten and two, Greed moves his hands to his sides and starts sliding down, using his thighs and legs to hold him steady. He doesn't want to leave those covetous hands for a second, but he has to. Shoulders slump and his back bucks. The vest slides down and he catches it in one hand before rolling back up, meeting Gabriel again. His brown shirt shows off red lines - they're thick across his shoulders, meeting at a point behind his back, at his neck. They end in large, round circles on either side of his chest. Another pair wrap around his lower back and hips, ending just where the bone cuts off into points.]
[He tosses the vest over his shoulder and it lands nice and solid on the bar.] Hope you're enjoying yourself. [Again, Greed drags his partner forward, planting his lips on his and he's all fury; a whirlwind of lust, want, need, desire - anything to fill him up for now. The souls that cradle him inside his chest thud, wanting freedom. He's got to shut all that up for a while. His abilities are zapped, fried.]
[It's a shame, really. Because he could really show Gabriel a better time with his talents.]
[But Greed knows a few tricks - he's danced with humans for two-hundred years, so he's picked up some tools of the trade. His mouth leaves Gabriel, small kisses planted on a neck, then trailing down. He grips the top button of the angel's shirt with his teeth; the flimsy plastic really is no challenge and it cracks, splinters in his mouth. Greed spits it out and begins on another.]
[Crack.]
[The pieces fall to the floor and the homunculus shifts one of his boots, pushing the fragments away into a dark hole. His hands are ravenous and they move, sliding back from hip bones, trailing at Gabriel's lower back. The angel's special, one of a kind, bona fide grace and brilliance. His beauty is something Greed wants all to himself and he shows it when his fingers dig into that shelf at his mid back. They scurry down, making small circles that grow and grow.] You're perfect - stunning, beautiful - [His selfishness exudes from his tongue and he finds the opening he made, what with all the work he's done on the angel's shirt. He bites down at exposed flesh, intention of leaving his mark - he wants Gabriel to remember what happened here and even if the angel's got some crazy healing ability, Greed secretly hopes that his brand stays. He's not fond of being forgotten.]
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He can't help but laugh though, at the reminder. He knows he made a deal, he knows it. He can feel it weighing down on his grace, a pressure that will sit on his shoulders till he's done what he agreed. It's not distracting though, at least, not enough to stop him enjoying those hands and that mouth and that voice, possessive and hungry and slightly rough in the angel's ears.]
You think I'm about to forget? [He leans in, biting at Greed's bottom lip, tugging, a rough reminder of that first kiss, the promise that was made.] I don't forget. Anything. Ever.
[And it's true, he never has, probably never will. There are things he forces back, deep down, away from everything he has to focus on, but he's never forgotten a single thing. That's a human trait, not enough memory, dying synapses. Gabriel doesn't need to worry himself about that.
What he needs to worry about is the creature against him, bodies close, hips and thighs meeting and bumping and Gabriel's glad he knows this body as well as he does, knows the feeling raging through it and the burn in it that means although he doesn't need to breath, the body needs it. There's only so long a heart can pound like that without something to ease it.
His own hands move now. They've been grasping and clutching at Greed's back, clinging almost. The move, stroking and soothing down Greed's sides, the tightness of the under-shirt just making all that muscle, all those hinted-at but hidden angles all the more glorious. Gabriel wants to taste them. His fingers move over, ghosting ribs and the narrowed waist and the sharp hips, and he wants.
His fingers don't still, pulling at the fabric, wanting to slide underneath, wanting to see if the skin is as hot as he imagines, if it's as solid and firm under his hands as he wants it to be.
But Greed's ministrations stop his exploration, the teeth and tugging at his shirt far more forward and clearly this isn't just going to stop at a bit of heavy petting. Gabriel didn't want it to, and grankly, Greed can shred the shirt if he feels like it. It isn't as if Gabriel has a limited supply.
Distructive, aren't you handsome? When there's something you want.
[And he knows he's teasing, prompting and poking, but that's fine, he can take what's dished out, his body hungry for it already, Grace trembling within that shell. If Greed thinks the light-show Gabriel put on before was something, it's nothing to what's going on at the moment, surpressed and hidden, at least for the most part.
The mouth at his throat though, that sudden assault of sensations makes Gabriel forget himself, just for a second, a curse in some other-worldy tongue burning through the air, scorching it and he bites his tongue hard enough to bleed, rutting back against Greed's hips, a hand moving to grab the short dark hair at the nape of the other's neck and hold on. Fuck fuck fuck hells seems the most approrpriate thought going on in Gabriel's head, a soft noise of pained pleasure managing to escape.]
Is... Is that the best you can do?
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[Touched by an angel and forget your troubles; Greed had himself a laugh at that.]
I always want something - c'mon, we've done this song and dance. Always want more. [His voice went shrill again and he moved his hands to Gabriel's thighs, giving them a nice rake-down with his nails. The sound would have been terrible in a normal guy's ears, but Greed couldn't help but love it. It was the sound of desperation, of two people meeting at a point and tossing all other cares aside. Of sin assaulting purity in its finest form.]
[Beauty in the break down.]
All I got -? [Greed was whispering, his own breath catching in his throat. He sighed across his mark.] Best not tempt the tempter, angel. You might not like the results. [He opened his mouth wide, tongue sliding across his teeth. And he cut himself on purpose because, well - Gabriel threw that red banner into the bull's arena.]
[With blood on his lips, he bit down - hard. Teeth latched into the previous intend and Greed pushed, sinking those chompers into warm, hot skin. And goddamn it was nice. Nice to feel another pulse thudding like his. He could feel Gabriel's hand in his hair and he purred; soft noises escaped him, ones that he saved for things he really liked. They were his approval and he pushed his head in that direction. Though he kept those teeth nice and sunk in.]
[And so there was a shift. Greed's hands found Gabriel's knees and tapped at them. Then, he snatched them up, pushing himself from the bar to try to force the angel into them. He was trying to lift the other's legs to his own hips so he could hold him in the air and smother him with all the warmth that Gabriel so wantonly craved.]
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He'd take everything Greed wanted to dish out, more even. He had no qualms about that. And wasn't this just perfectly wicked, the mingling of the two of them. If anyone had had any sense, this would have been fortold, some sort of hairbringer for distaster, some plot-point in a legend but then it'd be more than what it was, not just a needy mass of want and need and two bodies rutting together.
There were advantages too, in being an angel of the lord. No need to worry about balance and gravity and the rest of it, one need to give a damn about any of it. He let himself go, pulled up by Greed's eager hands and now the angel was all different, hips closer, Gabriel's legs wrapping around Greed's body, holding tight and letting his Grace keep him up. But that didn't stop him leaning back, resting on whatever it was behind them, shelves of booze by the feel of whatever was digging into his back. He didn't bother to check though.
He tugged Greed's head up then, the blood trailing down his chest slowing, although the bite didn't heal, not straight away. Greed didn't want to be forgotten, the marks could stay. At least for the duration.]
You promised me a show, later. I want it now. I want to know what you've got, handsome. [And the angel's hips gave a little jump at at, pressing closer, rocking against Greed in a way that really didn't give any satisfaction at all, but only made the ache worse.]
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