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[trickster_mk2]

[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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[trickster_mk2]

[Gabriel gasps, the hands over him good, really good, freeing the ache in him and satisfying a long-forgotten itch. Those hands are everywhere though, along his back and down, or maybe it's simply that Gabriel's borrowed skin is on fire, awash with the sensations. Where Greed's hands did settle though, where his nails scratched or his fingers dug in, those parts of Gabriel seemed to tingle, a shiver of pleasure and anticipation going through him.

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?

[nestingdevil]

[Greed allowed the exploration, welcomed it with a deep groan from his belly. He was hot, on fire - probably burning up with that bottled up thirst. He was built with the sin in mind and he was solid through out, muscle thick to hide away a precious stone locked inside his chest.] I don't like being forgotten - I've done that once, I won't have a repeat. [His voice was cool, tight - that little bit of history was for himself and he wanted to forget it. Lord god, did he want to forget that nightmare. Being burned alive in a pit of lava, only to be thrust into another body as a pawn. Greed's skin bristled for a moment, but settled under the warmth and tentativeness of Gabriel's touch.]

[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.]

[trickster_mk2]

Don't hold back. Arch-angel. [Gabriel hissed out, half-warning, half-premission. There was no fear in him, there was nothing Greed could do that he couldn't recover from, nothing that could harm him and Gabriel was not above stopping the game if he didn't want to play anymore. But he coulsn't imagine calling a halt to it now, not with the sharpness of that new adrenline rush coursing through him, not a spike of lust and heat, but of hurt, of surprise and it flooded him, flesh submitted int those razor-sharp teeth, feeling the heart in his chest skip a beat as his own blood seeped out, as red and wet and metalic as any human's.

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.]

[nestingdevil]

[So Greed obliged - he had the muscle to hold him and the angel steady as he careened into the back prep-counter. A bottle or two rolled off, sliding across old wood and hardy steel. One smashed on the floor, spilling whiskey and tainting the air with its stench. Greed laughed, honest and good, and retracted his teeth to lick away the blood.] Arch-Angel - that mean you're a bit fancier than the rest? I like that. [Because it was top-tier, the best of the very best.]

[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.]

[trickster_mk2]

[He let himself be braced against the shelves, too focused on Greed to really notice the smashed bottle, only the sudden fumes of whiskey that scented the air around them, thick and heady, gave it away. He'd sort that out later, once he'd got his fill of what else was being offered. Especially all that praise. Oh, Gabriel liked that, as much ego-stroking as he could get, honestly, he could eat it for breakfast.] Crème de la crème. And really? I wasn't about to leave before I was satisfied.

[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]

[nestingdevil]

[Well fuck - hit a guy where he's vulnerable. Greed shivers when Gabriel touches the arrays, tightens his grip; his fingers dig into flesh and his teeth set. He's loud about it too and the groan rocks heavy against the back of the bar.] Ha, - ha. Right there - that's it, you've found 'em. [They're like the wires to his current; even dead, they're one of his favorite spots to be touched and Gabriel was doing a fantastic job. First fingers, then kisses, then a tongue. It's enough and Greed's subconscious throws all caution to the wind.]

[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.

[trickster_mk2]

[Gabriel can hold on, hells, if Greed is offering that sort of reaction up on a plate Gabriel can hold on through fire and brimstone . He can hold on even as the shirt is ripped from his back (and fuck that hasn't happened in a long time) he can hold on even as Greed curses the air blue and bites and kisses and grinds against him. Gabriel can take all of and he wants all if if and it's all good- surprisingly tender all things considered but it's working him up, glorious and despite and every nerve in him tingles. It's worth it, unbelievably worth it.

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.]

[nestingdevil]

[Greed's a monster of another color - he had heard once that avaricious tendencies were the birth-point of all sin. Maybe they were right - maybe he is just everything the good book warns people about. His hunger, his wants, his lust, his pride - sin incarnate has a nice ring to it and Greed'll take the honor, just as he'll take the angel's grace and wanton desire with open arms and pointed teeth. Because everything is his, in the end. He'll claim everything he wants, drink it up and hold onto it forever. That's just the kind of creature he is - not evil, not good. Bad on the silver line of comfort.]

[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.]

[trickster_mk2]

Then you're missing out, aren't you? And you the one that has to have everything. [And that's amusing, because alright, Gabriel is much, much older than Greed, embarassingly so on a human scale, but he'd done... well, he was pretty sure he'd done everything. Everything humans had thought up so far, of course. They were creative creatures. Even the ones made in their image.

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!

[nestingdevil]

[Fuck. Greed feels that electricity coursing through him and god damn, he tries not to bite. Manages not to, but that growl that escapes him is loud and raw. His chest thuds and his grip tenses - that's what he's needed; that spark and it feels so damn good and painful. He's getting the whole show - dog, pony, and an Angel of the Lord. Talk about hitting it big.]

[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.]

[trickster_mk2]

[Gabriel doesn't know what those sparks of Grace are doing, of course he doesn't, but he can tell from the way Greed swallows around him that it must be good. It has to be good, because Gabriel feels fantastic. He just can't let loose any more than this, can't risk too much Grace because whatever Greed's powers and abilities are, he doesn't have them. And Gabriel doesn't want to burn out his purple eyes and fry his brain. It'd be a sure fire way to lose the mood.

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.]

[nestingdevil]

[That Grace is fucking with him in all the good ways. Makes his head pound and his blood boil. He's a monster now, pure and needy. So close to that Grace and Greed just knows there's more to it, that this is just a taste of the mojo Gabriel can work and he wants it all. He's starved for it, but he also knows he can't get the full blast, not without risking some serious bodily harm. The kind that won't heal right away, not without his regenerating properties back. So, he'll take the electric pain, the scorches in his body and on his skin. Next time, though, he'll force the angel over the edge. And if it ends up a bloody murder with a little sex on the side, he's game.]

[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.]

[trickster_mk2]

[For all the promise of those fingers in his mouth, the intention that rolls off Greed in delicously wicked waves, that tongue pulls away far too soon for Gabriel. His hips lift, everything to follow but that's it, that hot, hard swipe across the head was the last hint of relief, at least for several long seconds. Seconds that feel like years when he's desperate like this, when every single nerve in him is tingling and every part of him aches.

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.]

[nestingdevil]

[Greed's eyelids are heavy and they come down lazily, calming him down. He's got to make it count, after all. No quickies here - this, he'll ride out. Because he's damn well enjoying himself and he likes it when someone wants something as much as he does. When the craving is just too strong and pure instinct kicks in. He's surprised, though - everything he knew about angels seems to be a complete farce.]

[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.

[trickster_mk2]

That'd be a waste of talent, handsome. [Gabriel's trying to keep his voice steady, trying not to groan half way through a word and he's sort of successful, only panting hard after the last words falls from those swollen lips and his hips are forced up by another of Greed's trusts. Gabe's body now feels so much better, Grace masking the pain that Gabriel didn't want to feel, everything but the friction and the stretch and throb of Greed's cock inside him. ]

Can take it. [He was just finding his groove. Rough sex he could do but he needed time. Still, he didn't have that luxury and he was a fucking archangel. He could be sealed in the molten core of the earth, trapped in a vacuum for aeons, he could be separated from his physical form and in comparison this was nothing. It was just... It was just good, so good and so deep and Gabriel would admit it was some time since he'd been fucked like this. Who was he kidding? No one had ever fucked him like this, no one had had the balls.

Greed clearly did.

Gabriel managed to avoid leaning into that touch though, the hand at his check, brushing of his jaw. It was too tender considering the violent rocking of their hips; the way they jolted together, thrusting back and forth on each other and as Greed moved, Gabriel groaned, eyes closing again as heat spread through him, so close to that oblivion.

The hand that gripped him, that was enough to send him over. He'd been too worked up for too long, after so long without and now he was being given everything.

He forced his hips up again, his body tightening like a vice and his Grace singing out, bright and sudden and shooting electricity through them everywhere skin met skin. It was bright and hot and sudden, intense like pure light and then, as it quickly as it had spilled out of Gabriel it collapsed back in, like gravity in a black hole.

It left Gabriel panting, wordless and wrecked as he unfurled his fingers from Greed's flesh, sunk in deep enough to touch bone on his shoulders.]

Oh Bejesus Christ!

[nestingdevil]

[Greed's got a few more jerks before he's following. And he's all animal, snarling and laughing. His smile splits his face and he feels a cool wash over him, like rain after a hot day. He stays inside Gabriel until he's right and done, bucking as the last few quakes come over him. His thirst has died a bit, settled into a nice cushion of after glow. ]

[His body feels the electricity now; his whole body is shaking as he pulls out of Gabriel. He holds himself up by his hands placed ten and two on the side of the angel's head. His eyes are screwed shut and his breath pitches and catches in his throat. It's been a long time since he had a thrill like this and he's never, ever had the pleasure of doing it with his abilities locked away. It's a thrill.]

[Greed rocks back onto his heels and eyes his hand. Not about to let anything about the encounter go to waste, he licks his fingers off one by one, like he's suckling a sweet treat. And it all goes down the hatch with a bob of an Adam's apple. The homunculus rattles his pleasure in coy noises, slides his fingers over his teeth and out once they're nice and clean.]

[Then he's leaping off the bar, firm feet finding the floor. He narrowly misses the glass. Arms above his head, he stretches, showing off the new lines on his skin, the blood, the sweat, and the burns from Gabriel's sugary Grace. He pops his back, twists his neck, and looks over a naked shoulder to his bed mate. He's got the look of a man who has won it all as he turns and lifts Gabriel's belt from the floor.]

Thank you. [Greed says it and means it - there is a tone in his voice that's almost comforting. He's really trying here. He tosses the belt onto the bar and it clacks against the wood.] Gotta say, that was one fuck of a ride there.

[He doesn't bother cleaning himself off. Fuck it. There are rooms in the 'Nest and he'll occupy one for the night. But he does toe his leather pants, grips them, and tosses them into an open hand. Catches with ease, despite the aches in his shoulders.] By the way - your name? It suits you. [He saddles up to the bar, gives his angel a quick kiss and a bite on the ear, just for shits.] Wouldn't have you any other way.

[As he pulls away Greed yawns, showing off his teeth. His head falls forward, and he gives a casual rub at the muscles there. Then he stops, casting another gaze at his midnight partner.]

Welcome to The Devil's Nest. You're one of mine now - and I'll take good care of you.