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[There's a flicker and the video starts. Greed's behind the counter of the 'Nest and the camera is set on what appears to be a pool table. It's midday, so the joint is empty.]

[He's all smiles, hands placed atop of his bar.] It's that day, folks. Maybe some of you know, maybe some of you don't. But I promised to deliver and I don't count myself a

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The man who can't die? Ha-! [Greed doesn't leave him, doesn't let up and give Armand his space. He's still tightly strewn together, hips up and pushing. But he's laughing because, really. What matter of creature is Armand to call him a man. Sure, Greed's built like the human equivalent - same things make him up as any other strutting testosterone-fueled human. But he's far from it, has always been.] Well, take your shots all you want. But know that I have to get something out of the deal - nothing is taken from me for free.

[Because that tear is healing, bolts of electric-red arcing up and tapering off at the hair-line. Disappearing in quick flashes, like the end of a thunderstorm.] Actually, nothing is taken from me at all. My avarice runs deep. [A casual shrug.] But you being perceptive would know that, wouldn't you? Fine little talents you've got there.

[He thumbs Armand's chin, lifts it just so. Stares at him with those wild and promising eyes.] So, are you going to give it to me? Show me everything you got? Test your own limits? It isn't fun unless you're all in - unless you're willing to give.

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[He speaks, he reasons, he bleeds. That's man enough for Armand's purposes.

[He doesn't mind the lack of space, in fact he encourages it, wrapping a leg around Greed's and matching him push for push, digging nails into the flesh of his shoulders and drawing more blood just because he can, capricious little beast that he is.

[Because no matter how much damage he deals out, Greed will just bounce back. And that thrills him, excites him so much it almost hurts.

[He stares back at Greed, eyes dark and hungry and just as wild.] This [He tightens his grip on Greed's shoulders, writhes his hips suggestively against Greed's own] isn't proof enough that I am?

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[He's a terrible creature just the same. Pushes his lips close enough to touch. Speaks in such a manner that his teeth graze Armand's lower lip.] Oh, it's proof enough. I just want to hear you say it. [Because he likes the sound - the sound of desire, the sound of giving in. Of breaking down all the barriers. His fingers that leg, snares his nails into a thigh. Brings it right up over his hip as he slams Armand back against the frame of the bar.]

And you will. You'll give me everything I want, won't you? Because it's in your nature - you need something so badly, it burns, doesn't it? Always does. No relief. [Those lips move from Armand's, hover at an ear.] I get it, I really do. I'd say I was sorry, but that'd be a lie.

[His breath is warm, hot like hell fire.] And I'm not a liar. I don't need to manipulate people to get what I want. You're all so eager to jump, I don't even have to - [And he rolls his hips, catches the vampire and holds him there.] - push.

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[The clawing gets a short, sharp gasp out of him, which turns into something akin to a hiss when his back hits the bar - but it's not a pained sound, and there's no hiding the look of feverish excitement in his eyes. The little masochist likes all this rough handling.

[He doesn't even try to deny it, because Greed's absolutely right. He could drink the world dry and he'd still want more.

[He shivers at the hot breath on his neck, and despite that air probably couldn't fit between them at this point tries to drag Greed closer yet. He loves that heat, craves it all the more because he will never be so warm and alive again. Even the stolen blood making him flushed and hot to the touch now can't last forever.]

You want me to say it? Fine. [He pulls Greed's face down close to his again.] I'm all in. [And then he's kissing Greed again, biting, lapping at his bloodied lips.]

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[That's all he needs to hear.]

[Greed grabs him, leg over his hip, and topples him onto the bar top. Pushes over the glass of vodka and lets it smash to the floor. He's bent over Armand like the damn predator he is. Allows that kiss, the bite, the blood. Because he takes his own, sinks teeth into swollen flesh and snarls. His boots grind into the floor, squealing out under the pressure of their master, their owner.]

[Greed fans his fingers out, grabs both of the vampire's knees. Holds them tight and urges them to squeeze - wrap around his torso. He slides his tongue, getting more of that oh-so-addictive blood. Swallows it down into his pit and lets the 'Stone lap it up as much as it wants.]

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[He wraps his legs around Greed's torso as invited, and rolls his hips for good measure.

Whatever Greed takes, he takes right back, tearing flesh and lapping at the wounds until they heal over, shuddering as it burns through his veins. But little tastes here and there can't satisfy him for long, and so he tilts head, sinking his fangs into Greed's throat with a moan.

[But he hasn't left Greed hanging entirely - his neck is still right there for the homunculus to sink his teeth into, the unmarked skin almost taunting...]

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[Greed is all but happy to oblige.]

[The teeth in his throat, the moaning little thing under him? What poor bastard wouldn't be tempted? And Greed wants the whole thing. He fans his teeth out with a snarling-hiss, sinks them in and tears. Rips flesh to ribbons, allows blood to pass from his lips, slip down his chin, and drip onto the bar. Because it feels good - he loves the way it rocks his core, sends excessive energy bolting up his arrays, sinking into his spine in two points.]

[His hands leave thighs, touch the inner dwellings, the move up. He's skilled with his fingers, and he's popping buttons like it was his damn job. All the while, he's drinking his fill. Maybe blood tastes a little tangy, but he has a familiar relationship with it.]

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[Armand, by contrast, hasn't spilled a drop; it's instinct by now to feed without mess, and this blood especially is just too good to waste. It burns in his veins, a wire in the blood, and it he writhes beneath the homunculus, more of those enticing little noises escaping him, unbidden.

[He arches under them as those hands travel up his body, and when Greed starts undoing his buttons, he, in turn pushes at the vest and the shirt beneath. He doesn't object to being pinned down, but he won't be the first (or the only one) to strip.]

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[The vest drops to the floor with a solid thud and Greed casually toes it away, careful not to tear it. The shirt, though? That'll take some moving. Greed reaches up, snags Armand's chin in his hands, digs his fingers in as he tries to pry the vampire of his neck.] If you want that gone so bad, you're going to have to come up for air, lovely. [He speaks with blood on his lips, lets it slide all over his teeth. He's guttural and crude.]

[Another button pops easily with the strength of his thumb. He hasn't stopped his work, not even when he's trying to coax the little sucker to let go for a brief moment.] I promise it'll be better - ease up, and you'll get what you came here for.

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[The promise that it gets better is enough to get him to ease up - though he does go in for one last, long lick, to catch a few stray drops of blood before the wound begins to heal and he pulls away entirely.

[Unlike Greed, he likes to act very sophisticated and refined.But now, his usual preternatural composure is entirely shattered, and he's left running on purely on instinct. And at his core, the vampire is every bit as crude and obscene as the homunculus.

[And oh what a sight he must make, lips stained and cheeks flushed with stolen blood, eyes wild and fever-bright...]

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[It doesn't take the homunculus long. He tears away, fingers the wound on his neck with an appreciative grin. Let's his fingers taste the blood before it's all zapped away. He cricks in neck, moves it side to side - everything's in check, clean and solid as any whistle could be. He slides his hands down, decides to drag it out if not just for the reaction. Because the vamp looks utterly hungry, thirsty for more. But Greed's top dog in that department - knows all the ins and outs of desire. He is it, plain and simple, and he'll manipulate anything and anyone to get what he wants out of a deal.]

[And what he wants is to hear the blood-sucker beg.]

[His hand reach the bottom of his shirt and he's all spit-fire smiles at that jaw line of his. He pulls and tugs, removes the offensive item and tosses it right over his shoulder. It lands in a flurry of bottles, nearly tipping one over.]

[His arrays are more prominent now; red lines of pure alchemy scoring his chest, curving his shoulder, and locking in a circle at the top of his spine. The other set wraps around his torso, ends at notches on the edge of either hip bone.] You're just a needy little thing, aren't ya? Going to burn up if you don't get it. [He slides back into the negative space, hollows it out for himself. Pushes himself between eager legs and a cold torso. Lives there for a second.] But hey - I'm your man, then. Not exactly outmatched here when it comes to want. [He leans in just so, places palms flat on the bar.]

You can have another bite if you beg for it. And if you really want the whole deal, well - [Greed purrs, lets his hips buck against both Armand and the bar, thudding for emphasis.] - make it worth my while.

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[And he drinks in the sight of all that newly exposed skin as surely as he was drinking Greed's blood moments ago, eyes lingering over those arrays. He knows what they are, thanks to his little jaunt through Greed's memories, but that doesn't make them any less strange and fascinating to him. Greed's very existence speaks to his need to dissect, to understand, to play God or at the very least Dr. Frankenstein - that same need that once drove him to cut off a child vampire's head and stitch it onto an adult body just to see if it was possible.

[But those thoughts are pushed to the back of his mind, the forefront being currently taken up with thoughts of blood. Needy is the right word for it - all blood is intoxicating to him, and Greed's is a cut above the rest. He might just be addicted, and that's a terrifying thought to one who loathes being dependent on others for any reason.

[Then Greed says 'beg' - and his pride immediately says no. He's never been good at humility and submission, and he hates not having control of every situation. And begging would be tantamount to ceding control here.

[To buy himself time, he sits up, his chest very nearly brushing Greed's, shrugs his shirt off and lets it fall without even bothering to see where it lands. His skin is tinted peach now by the blood he's consumed, but it hasn't lost its strange, inhuman luster. And in contrast to Greed, who's all muscle, his body is softer, less developed, hipbones and collarbone just a little too prominent, speaking to a life of hunger before he was turned.

[He wets his lips, then peers up through his lashes.] Please, I... I need more.

[His voice is barely more than a whisper, and then he's moved forward so that their chests are flush, nails scraping lightly over Greed's shoulders and back as he pulls him in, and he trails kisses and nips up Greed's neck - hard enough to sting, but stopping short of breaking skin.]

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[The homunculus laughs when Armand comes to him, when their chests touch. That's all he wants out of the deal - begging, asking for it. It's not that much to ask, after all. A little something to keep his avarice in check. A purr escapes him and rolls through his entire body - he's like a serpent, constantly undulating to a beat that can be neither heard nor felt. It's his own, pulsing in his head, screaming out to claim, take, and conquer. It's always there, that shiver - like a disaster just waiting to happen.]

[He moves his head, exposes his throat.] Go on, you've heard your keep. [But even as those teeth sting, even as his flesh reddens, then turns quickly back to its original color, Greed is all business. His hands hook Armand by the hips, drag him close. Both thumbs work the bone there, pressing and pushing. Maybe it's a little too rough, but Greed has never been the gentle lover, save for with someone of the opposite sex. Men - human kinds, immortal kinds - can be pushed around a bit more. And Greed takes that advantage.]

[Because he's carnal and raw; Hell wrapped up in a package that promises destruction.]

[He rears over, pushes Armand up against the bar again. Sinks teeth into a newly exposed shoulder. The fingers work away from the jutting hip bones and nails - sharp, solid, but not his shield - flick out. Rip open a button at the top of Armand's slacks. It earns a right grin from the homunculus as he sucks on the torn flesh of a shoulder, swallowing down blood in heavy-thick gulps. His whole form keeps moving with it, like he's constricting it down to the core, breaking down the blood like it was something solid.]

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[Given permission, he bites in, and between the taste of that blood and the rough hands on his hips (because it would take much more than that to be anything he'd consider too rough) he would be hard-pressed not to make a sound.

[He arches up against Greed when his back hits the bar, nails digging into flesh and carving bloody lines up his back. Groans when Greed tears into his shoulder, when those hands move to the button of his slacks and oh-so-casually tears it open? Lifts his hips obligingly, to make it easier to get them down. He has very little interest in sex for its own sake, but in this case, since he's getting a meal out of it...

[And he's a hedonist of the worst sort, anyway. Lives for pleasure, lives to be entertained. And this will be entertaining, if nothing else.

[Then his hands move, fingers trailing streaks of red down Greed's sides as he goes to return the favor, popping the button and sliding the zipper, fingers flirting just under his waistband.]

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[He can feel the crunch at his neck, the tear of flesh, the sparks that follow. Beauty in the damn break down of it. He pulls up for air, breathes against the wound he created. Breath hot, body still rolling with it. It's a fucking rush, makes his head spin. He cleans his lips with a swipe of a tongue.]

[The move of the hips earns Armand a curt laugh. Greed's eager, wants it all - sex, money, power, status. He's getting two out of it just for the price of some blood. Not to mention he's on his own high. And it shows - his actions are swift, brutal, unbridled. He tears the slacks down, pushes the smaller man up onto the bar. Sinks teeth back in and drinks his fill.]

[His hands move, slide across pale thighs - insanely pale, actually. Maybe blushed a good cherry with the drink, but it's like ivory. And Greed knows ivory - expensive tastes, after all. He digs his nails in, leaves trails behind. Marking his own territory never seemed so easy.]

[Then he's up for air again.] You're welcome back any time. [He says, choked a bit by the pressure of Armand at his throat.]

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[The feel of hot breath on the open wounds makes him shudder. And the they start to heal, the whole process sped up by Greed's blood running through his veins.

[When Greed tears his pants off, he spares a brief half-thought on the hope that they aren't too damaged to wear, since he's rather fond of them. But that's quickly pushed aside in favor of focusing on Greed's hands on his thighs an when he digs his nails in and drags, Armand moans, arching. Pleasure, pain... it's all the same to him.]

And I will definitely be taking you up on that. [He laughs softly, and it sounds breathless and maybe a tiny bit mad. And oh, he might regret this come tomorrow, but for now... for now, he wants this, and to hell with the consequences.]