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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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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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[He growled at the pull of his head, smile splitting his face. And his sunglasses fell down his nose, only stopped by the sheer fact that he was being yanked away from his mark. His eyes were alight again, pupils dilating furiously. Control was out of his hands now and why should he bother trying to get it back? He was the very essence of non-control.] The show I promised was when I'm back at 100% - this is just what I do on the side. [Greed shoved his partner back further and the bottles rattled in disapproval. The bar creaked and groaned and Greed barked out a heavy laugh.] You get what you came here for - I told you. Make a deal with me and you'll have all your wants met and paid for. As long as I get something out of it too.
[With Gabriel on more of a steady ground, the homunculus retracted. He plucked his sunglasses from his face and shoved them into safe keeping on a top shelf. They were his favorite, after all.] You sure know how to pet a guy's ego. [But he knew how to stroke back. He leaned across, giving a frank kiss to those lips. His fingers teased, touching his mark, then lowering. Nails played with flesh, but not enough to scratch anything else into the poor angel's skin. No, Greed was satisfied with the marks his teeth had left.]
[Again, he pulled back and huffed out a sigh. His hands found the under part of his shirt and he tore it up and over his head. It followed his vest, but it hung precariously on the frame of the bar. Those red marks were on his flesh too - red like blood across a sand-tan.]
[But he was quick back to Gabriel's side, not wanting to leave the other alone for too long. What if he got bored? For shame, that would hurt more than the fires of hell could dream of. Greed pushed a finger under Gabriel's chin, met his eyes with that crazed gaze that demanded a release.] I'll give you a show, but it's not going to be the gold-star performance I could have given you had I come back intact. Maybe you can take a number and we'll see if we do this again. [Greed hoped they would. Can't stop at just one taste when you want the whole thing.]
[His fingers worked the rest of the Gabe's buttons slowly, like this was oh so much fun to see the other man beg for it. He liked the begging part - loved it, in truth.] Tell me what you want - tell me that you need this. [Because Greed needed to hear it. He hadn't had anyone whisper to him in such a long time.]
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[Although he doesn't have many worries about that, watching the sunglasses go and then the shirt. Sure he could Snap it all away, have it neatly folded and pressed somewhere if he wanted, but this was all part of it, and Gabriel wasn't about to miss a second of it if he could help it. As sono as the shirt was gone though, and those lines could be seen, he stopped, reaching for Greed and pulling him back, frowning at the bloody marks. He'd touched them already, through clothes, so there didn't seem to be harm in it, is he let his fingers brush them, on Greed's shoulders, around his neck. Then he leant in, mouthing them, tongue tracing.
Greed tastes like salt and sweat and alcohol, like skin and heat and Gabriel liked that, nipping at him again, just at his throat, kissing another column down his collar. He was, after all, allowed to explore just as much as Greed was.
Then he lifted a head though, looking back to those purple eyes, and eyebrow raised. Take a number? Pah!] I queue jump. So you better be ready for it. [After all, where was the fun if someone else had already had a nibble, once Greed had his powers?
He let out a trembling breath then, a long almost-groan, his eyes darkening and shifting from Greed's face down to his fingers, tightening his legs around the other and trying to get a little more of that friction where it mattered]
What I want, Greed? I want... [Another breath, Gabriel's hands moving up, back over those muscled shoulders, back over those lines and tugging slightly on that dark hair. His words are soft, low and slightly hoarse.] I want everything you can give me. I need it, right now. I want it hard, I want it dirty, and Dad help me if I don't get it soon then you are going to be on that pool-table on your back and I will take it from you. [And then he groans again, the air of the bar much colder than the bubble of lust surrounding them, and as it touches his skin it feels like he's melting.] Fuck, handsome...
[And Gabriel's forcing them together again, all hips and pelvic bone and the hardness of his cock and if the teasing doesn't stop soon, he's going to be an extremely frustrated angel]
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[He isn't slow, not anymore. Grabs either side of the front of Gabriel's shirt and just pulls. He'll clean up the buttons later, maybe offer to buy the angel a new shirt - highly unlikely, that. But the thought had crossed his mind, so. Points for effort. He pushed the shirt aside and slid up close.] Keep your fingers right there - when it starts getting good - when you're about to get your satisfaction - show me. But don't let a hand leave those marks. [Because Greed knows from experience how much of a thrill it is to have someone play with his arrays, to have power there, to feel it coursing directly through him, all the way to his solid, red core.]
[Because he wants to take a risk and see how far the angel is going to go and how much of a shock he's going to give.]
[Greed's hip bucks and he grinds against Gabriel in one, long drag. Then continues, picking up a rhythm. He'll tease when he can, especially when he's being threatened. He tilts his head closer and begins nipping at Gabe's neck, gentle bites, followed by softer kisses. And he purrs, breathing humid air onto flesh.] I'm the living embodiment of greed - I don't let people take from me, especially what's mine.
[He's fast and that laziness, that teasing, is gone in a second. He lifts Gabriel from the prep station using his hips and arms, and throws him back first onto the wooden bar top. Greed follows soon after, crawls right up on top - the bar top isn't huge, but it's enough. Besides, what's a few more broken glasses on the floor when tonight he could have that much more?]
[His shoulders are broad and wide and the muscle just seems to roll with his movements. He's perfectly balanced on his knees, but it's a tight fit on the bar. So he's right up against the angel when he jerks vertically, rising above him for the briefest of moments.]
Greedy little thing, aren't you. [His eyes almost seem to glow. He leans back in, grabs a belt in his hand and tugs. The top clicks open and he spins it out of belt loops, like a madman with a whip. That, too, is tossed somewhere in the bar. It lands with a metallic thud, but Greed's not paying attention to it. He's too busy full-on grinding his partner against his bar, one hand holding him up to give Gabriel some breathing room while the other runs down a nice, smooth stomach.]
I'll give it to ya, angel-boy. You could have just asked in the beginning. [Despite not having his powers back, Greed's nails are naturally sharp. He thumbs the front of Gabriel's slacks and rumbles with self satisfaction. Because this? Well, this is his work, his "side job" as he put it. But it's a lot more, because Greed wants a lot more. Wants it all.]
Tsk - [Pops the slacks open with his thumb and index finger.] Gunna be crude, but eh - [Shrug of his shoulders, his thirst gets the better of him. Usually, he's all prepared for this kind of thing. The Devil's Nest had plenty of midnight-ladies to choose from in it's previous incarnation. But he's missing out this time and he lifts his working hand to his mouth. Pushes fingers deep inside, feels a tooth or two, before yanking them out.] Like I said, not at 100% this round. Shame.
[He's forward again, hungrily reaching down and grabbing a hold of Gabriel's hard-on. Smiles at it and rolls his thumb around.] But it'll do.
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And then all that tenderness is out the window, as if it never happened at all, the ghost of Greed's mouth on the pulse-point of his throat fading fast. He groans, the noise trailing off into a low rumbling purr.] You'd love it if I did though, if I had to climb on top of you. We'd fucking ruin that pool table.
[There's a visible tremble then, a quake that goes through him And Gabriel's grip shifts, biting into those fine shoulders and keeping hold as best he can, scratching at those deeply etched lines because Greed deserves all that encouragement as any air in the angel's lungs is forced. Even like this, pinned between the bar and Greed above, he squirms, arching himself up and seeking out more and more. Gabriel doesn't think there's a position that he prefers but his mind isn't really able to get past the here and now. He doesn't want too, Greed deserves all his attention.]
Very greedy. Maybe you're rubbing off on me.
[It's gasped out, pun fully intended and Gabriel's unashamed of it. He could do better of course, if he didn't have Greed above him making his bones turn to jelly and his Grace throb. It's a good thing Greed is balancing by himself because as much as Gabriel wants to help out, he really can't right now.
It might have been a whip that Greed tugs from around him, or some sort of boa constrictor. All Gabriel feels is the sudden expectant thrill, pressing his hips up and thank fuck that Greed is being merciful and quick, the hands, nails, scratching over the trouser fastenings are really not doing him any favours, not enough to do anything more than tease him all over again.]
Why ask when you can beg? Don't often get to beg.
[Gabriel's fingers aren't exactly still throughout all of this; once he's steady on the bar his grip on Greed loosened, stroking at those strange red lines, travelling down his bare back as far as the angel can reach and then fastening into Greed's flesh, scoring deep red lines of his own. Greed can't expect Gabriel not to want to leave a few marks of his own.]
S'okay, I like... I really like crude.
[And who can blame the angel for that, not when that slightly slicked hand moved over him like that. Crude was amazing, crude was mind-blowingly fantastic. He's have more of crude any day of the week.
His hips lifted, rocking into those strokes as he found flesh with his mouth, kissing and then sealing on skin, sucking at it to try and quieten himself down. It wasn't working all that well.]
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[It works for him.] Can't say I've had the pleasure of someone climbing me. Most people end up like you. Besides - [His gives the angel a squeeze and arches his head down. Talks in whispers, touches flesh with his tongue. He's sweet like liquor, blood, and cigarettes.] - I like that pool table.
[Not that fucking on top of his bar is any less precarious. But the bar is solid enough that Greed imagines it'll last their duration.]
[Greed is built for this line of work, in the end. The beer, the booze, the lights, the attention, and the sex. It seems like his maker might have had that in mind, but he highly doubts it. Just the luck of the draw that he was made with devilish intentions in mind.]
[He grips the side of the bar, shifts his weight to the left. His other hand moves away from Gabriel's cock, stretches out and he scoops under the angel, hoisting him up again. Holds his lower back and hips up with a forearm and hooks his fingers into the back his slacks awkwardly.] Then start begging, pretty boy. [Greed's got the air of a desperate man as he yanks and pulls because really - clothing is just in the way by this point.]
[When he's got Gabriel with his pants down - no pun on his part - he releases his arm from under his back unceremoniously, letting the angel smack back against the bar. Because this isn't something that needs to be beautiful, despite Gabriel's glowing grace and heavenly stature. Greed has every intention of showing the angel a little slice of his life; of the underbelly and the underworld. They are the things Greed calls home, calls comfort. He's at his best in shades of gray, after all.]
[The homunculus climbs on top of Gabriel and hovers by his arms and knees. He can hold himself for hours if need be; he's strong enough for it. But Gabriel's slick with need and Greed almost - almost - feels bad.] God damn - you're such a fucking prize. [Like gold - Gabriel's just like raw gold in his fingers; pure, glittery, precious.]
[He's been such a good sport too. Greed sighs heavily and shifts his body low. His hands move to Gabriel's shoulders and he pushes a good majority of his weight there to hold himself. His legs fold up behind him, giving him a slightly-even seat. And the homunculus laps sweat off an exposed chest, swallows it down and Jesus - Gabriel's like one of those candies he brought with him - tart, sweet, and bitter.]
[Greed sucks in flesh, bites down right above a hip bone and his fingers fan out across Gabriel's shoulders, then they too sink in. Power - raw, hard, vicious power. That's all Greed is at the moment.]
[When he lets go, he continues further down. Laps a belly-button, as if to show that he does indeed enjoy this. That part of him really cares that Gabe's having a fun time of it.]
If you leave unsatisfied, I haven't done my job. [Because Greed can take a hint - he's had two hundred years of practice to catch the nuances of tone.] Just don't you dare think of stopping. I told you, keep your grip angel. [He licks his lips, carefully remembering that not everyone likes a set of chompers on tender flesh, and he swallows Gabriel deep, takes in all that sex. And he all but purrs as he does so. Like this was the end game.]
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He lifts his hips, as far as he's able to Greed on top of him, mourning the loss of that hand on him and bucking into the air, getting any friction he can from against Greed. He wants the clothes gone though, gone gone gone and the grunt he makes proves that at the moment, everything is difficult to focus on, everything apart from the heat in him and the lust and the want and the fact he damn well needs those fingers back on him.
Pretty Boy though, that makes a rush of hair leave his lungs, almost a laugh. He lifts his hips again, a little more desperate for it now, cock throbbing in the heat between them, but that's really not anywhere near enough.] Greed, c'mon, please. Can't leave a guy like this. Need... oh hells you know what I need. Yuo can have what you want, you can take it. Have anything, please just let me-
[The press of Greed's weight to his shoulders is sudden though, pinning Gabriel back against the bar-top cuts off what the angel was about to say and makes him squirm again, something like a whimper leaving his throat.
He can't really help himself, the need coiled and heavy in him and he wants, despitately, to feel the relief flood through him, a release of all that heat, his fingers scratching at the markings on Greed's skin again, trying to tempt, trying to get something, anything. He gets his reward though, those lips on him again, that hungry mouth and trail down, lapping at skin until Gabriel is, for want of a better word, a mess, whimpering and shifting and pressing himself up, murmuring in a language really never devised to deal with such base things.
Then there's that bite, hard and Gabriel's hips still just for a second, and if he was human his chest would be heaving, his lungs burning and his heart about to burst against his ribs. As it is, Gabriel is on fire inside, Grace trashing in the prision of his vessel and as that mouth closes over him, swallows him down and encolses him with a sudden blissful heat, Gabriel's grace finds an outlet.
Maybe it's not what's expected, but as Gabriel's fingers bite into Greed's shoulders, into those red lines, his Grace follows, dancing like electricity from Gabriel's form, caressing like feathers and hot like embers, tracing and filling those lines before, rushing over the rest of Greed's flesh.]
Not... hells... letting go. Greed!
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[His own body jerks, hips rolling on propped-up heels as he takes in the entirety of his counterpart. Swallows in long, slow. His nails ease on Gabriel's shoulders only to move back - to grip a head and hold there. Greed's fingers are the bruised sort, not soft at all, and he tangles them into Gabriel's hair. Holds on tight for the ride.]
[Greed has to laugh, even when he's sucking another guy off. Because godfuckingdamn that Grace is just killing him. He can feel the Philosopher's Stone quaking, but it's as if it's so far away that Greed doesn't have it. It feels like he's burning, like he's being dragged back into the fire pit to be remade again. And while last time had been unpleasant, the second round is enough for the homunculus to shiver. A little pain and sex aren't a new thing to him, but then again - he's never had his way with one of God's very own.]
[Gabriel's just the thing he needs. And Greed's happy to show his appreciation.]
[He doesn't seem at all bothered when he swallows that hard on down to the base. Doesn't gag, doesn't retract. Instead, he tightens his mouth around, retracting in lips to help cushion those teeth. Another bolt of that Grace hits his body like a ton of bricks and he swallows thickly, moving in a rhythm. Gabriel's got his own beat and Greed taps to it.]
[One of his hands, the one with the tattoo on the back, moves from Gabriel and touches up his throat. A finger extends and plays at his lips, prodding a bit. Let me in, it seems to say. Because Greed thinks, no he knows he can make this much better.]
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He swallows thickly himself, head tipping back and eyes closing, until those fingers curl and he's forced to stay like that, least Greed stop and he really does not want that. He doesn't want this to stop and although he cant' die, the planet might just stop existing if Gabriel doesn't get what he needs right now.]
Gree-
[The plea is cut off in a groan that reverberates through the angel as Greed takes all of him in, Gabriel's hips shuddering and rocking forward again. He wants to curl his own fingers into that dark hair, fuck into that mouth and the heat and those sharp teeth but his hands and bonded, melted almost to the flesh of Greed's shoulders and he can't release that hold, not even for a second.
He does groan though, mouth opening, as the finger strokes over his wet lower lip, tongue snaking out to lick and to drag the tip in, even as his legs spread slightly, hopefully, wantonly. He knew what was next.
And he knew he was taking and taking and taking, and at some point he was going to have to return the favour.]
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[The homunculus isn't tame and he certainly isn't shy. He shoves his fingers into an accepting mouth, rolls the pads on a tongue, against a cheek. Feels teeth and want and fuck it. He'll claim Gabriel here and now.]
[Possession. His. Boom - done.]
[He retracts his fingers one by one and brings his head and body up. Moves away from sucking the angel off, but not without a flick of his tongue at the tip. Because he doesn't want you to think this is over, Gabriel. He's just getting what he needs out of it too.]
Fuck - fuck. [Greed's breath is on fire when it pulses out of him. He coils back onto his heels and adds his own saliva to the mix. There's the deal, and that's the seal. A little mix of Hell and Heaven in one base, human package. He's slightly delirious with the desire to claim, to lay his mark on Gabriel and declare him his own. Those eyes are all keen slits, purple dots in seas of blood-shot white.]
You're mine. You know that now - you gotta know that now. [Greed drops his hand from his mouth and he's over Gabriel again, hovering by his knees. His hands grab slacks and tears them right down because fuck that shit. He's done with this tango. That Grace tipped him and the homunculus is wild, hungry, and thirsty.]
[Shoes? Those are gone with practiced fingers. And Greed has Gabriel's pants in a pile at his ankles and he's working himself. Leather pants are just tight as all damn hell - Greed remembers that part, but he's usually a cooler customer than this. But all that want and being left with just that horrible anguish of desire? No outlets? It's enough to make him run a fever.]
[And the only cure? Well.]
That'a boy. God, you're so fucking nice looking like that. On your back. I could do this again and again. [No confessions on his end - he'll sin, and sin, and keep on sinning like the hell-child he should be. But at least he's honest.]
[He gets his leather down, kicks off his boots with them. They pitch off the side of the bar and a glass goes with them, smashing into pieces.] I don't have anything for you, sweet-heart. Not gunna be comfortable. Probably'll hurt you more than me. [But he's not about to show pity towards Gabriel. He caused this train wreck after all. Instead, Greed's all on top of him, like a horde. His hands find purchase on his sides and he hoists him up, legs sprawled on either side of Greed's hard stomach.]
[The homunculus leans in close and engulfs Gabriel's throat in his jaws, teeth just teasing flesh. And he pushes - grinds up right into him and he's swearing in his throat. Because yeah, it fucking hurts. No prep is no good - that's always been a rule. But fuck it. It's probably going to hurt his angel even more. But they can recover, right? Messengers of God and all that, this should be no problem.]
[The noises that escape Greed roll when he rolls, buck when he bucks. They're like a volcano popping and boiling right under the surface, ready to burst.]
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For a creature used to having centuries pass like weeks, this precipise isn't really one he wants to be left on long, he wants absolution or damnation, either one will do for him right now.]
No no no no, not allowed to stop- [Although he's not about to try and force anything, not going to put his Grace and powers of persuasion to any more use. He knows what he craves and Greed knows it too, Gabriel's not exactly kept it a secret.
He's trying to help Greed get rid of his trousers, and then can't reist but ease himself up, just a little, so he can watch Greed peel himself out of the leather. Leather trousers aren't exactly a look every boy can pull off, but Greed does, and he looks absolutely delicious to boot. And Gabriel is drinking it all in, looking faintly smug despite the fire in him and the pain of want in his body, in his Grace.
He lets the press of the creature above him force him back down again, sure that his Grace is leaving scorch-marks on the wood, and really he doesn't care if he is or isn't. What he cares about are those dark and hungry eyes on him, and while he can't see into Greed's head, he knows that look.
Sure, it's normally less... well demonic isn't the right word ut it will do, because the whimper in Gabriel's throat then is real. Oh Dad, sure pain like the sort Greed is suggesting isn't as bad as being stabbed in the chest, it's not as bad as singeing your wings in hell-fire but it'll still hurt and for all the bravardo, Gabriel doesn't like that much hurt.
The mouth at his throat, biting only acts to distract him a little from the sudden force baring down on him, the wash of pain and the stretch of Greed inside him. The rush of his Grace at least moves to soothe that, to dose the fire and Gabriel can blink away water in his eyes. It takes longer than he'd like, until Greed is well settled in him and he's just about used to the stretch, the sensation of being fucked again and he manages a breath that isn't a curse.]
Oh boy, I am going to get you for that.
[And he will. He forces his hips back, back against Greed to try and force that thrust, to force the angle to change. He needs that, and there is no way he isn't going to make sure he gets what he likes. His nails curl harder into Greed now of course though, not as a reward, not right now. This is simply transferance of some of that pain, even if it's not so much pain now as a desperate burn that Gabriel wants more of.]
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[He's not disappointed, though.]
[Greed lets go of that throat for a second. Looks, sizing Gabriel up - and he is prime. Great set of eyes, nice cut jaw, long hair to yank and anchor himself to. Greed couldn't have asked for better, really. So, he'll throw a bone.] Really? Going to smite me, angel-boy? [He meets Gabriel's hips with a hard thrust of his own, all that muscle getting put to good use. And Greed can feel it - the pain, the stiffness. It's a different kind of pleasure and he invites it willingly.]
[Because everything has value.]
[He tongues Gabriel's neck, moves up and hits him again with a second grind. He's not merciful, not in the slightest; not when he's got a warm body and bolts in his back. But he takes a moment because he doesn't like his things broken. He places a hand on the side of Gabriel's face. Thumbs a cheek, touches the hair line at the base of a side burn.] Don't tell me this is too much for you. It'd be a real let down.
[His other hand grips a hip, fingers like claws. He holds it still as he picks up a rhythm. His own beat, he matches Gabriel and sighs out a groan that is all too covetous. Like he's the only one enjoying himself. He's got sweat and blood running down his back - he can smell it coming off him and it drives him wild.]
You're going to give it to me. [Greed's hand leaves Gabriel's face, slides down, feels a rib cage.] Whether you like it or not, Gabriel. [That last bit is moaned out and Greed's spine seems to shiver all on its own. His nature gets the better of him, he quickens for beat. Runs his fingers away from the ribs, down a stomach, and snatches up that hard on again. Uses his thumb on the head, pushes ever-so-gently.]
[Greed's all huffs, chest expanding.] Show me everything you got, babe.
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