Fullmetal Alchemist; Greed/Lust; drabble: "Power Play"
Title: Power Play
Author: Kitana
Warnings: hard R; Greed x Lust; ... random idea popped into my head after much consideration that Greed just goes well with everyone. Not to mention, Lust moaning in passion is an image I can’t see until Greed drops into the picture. >D 286 words.
Writing Music: Puscifer - Rev 22:20
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To Greed, Lust was fundamentally different than the other homunculi. Lust was a totally different kind of lay; perhaps, because she was a woman, or maybe because she really did live up to her name. Lust was warm, inviting, and sensual to a fault with a smile that could produce an erection in an impotent man.
Neither did she play a hard-to-get cocktease like Envy did. Although Greed did have to admit, Envy could be fun at times.
It was her insatiability that drew Greed to her. When Lust spread her legs, beckoning Greed to her with one slender finger, that’s when Greed knew their game was just beginning.
Greed would slide between her legs, entering her swiftly. The first time was always quick, just to take the edge off and the next time would be better. It only mildly amazed Greed how many ways Lust wanted to, and did, take him. Shield up, shield down, on top, on bottom, bed or no bed - none of it made a difference to Lust.
It was all power play on her end, though. Lust tried to control Greed that way, tried to have him begging to ride to hell between her thighs and come shuddering within her, but she never succeeded in quite the way she wanted. Even though Greed was, well, greedy, he didn’t form an addiction out of Lust.
Greed just regarded her as better than any slut he ever had the chance of fucking. And keep on fucking, at that.
But the next time he slid into bed with Lust, Greed promised himself, he would make sure he finally won their little game.
By the end of that night, Lust would scream his name.
~Owari~
Author: Kitana
Warnings: hard R; Greed x Lust; ... random idea popped into my head after much consideration that Greed just goes well with everyone. Not to mention, Lust moaning in passion is an image I can’t see until Greed drops into the picture. >D 286 words.
Writing Music: Puscifer - Rev 22:20
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To Greed, Lust was fundamentally different than the other homunculi. Lust was a totally different kind of lay; perhaps, because she was a woman, or maybe because she really did live up to her name. Lust was warm, inviting, and sensual to a fault with a smile that could produce an erection in an impotent man.
Neither did she play a hard-to-get cocktease like Envy did. Although Greed did have to admit, Envy could be fun at times.
It was her insatiability that drew Greed to her. When Lust spread her legs, beckoning Greed to her with one slender finger, that’s when Greed knew their game was just beginning.
Greed would slide between her legs, entering her swiftly. The first time was always quick, just to take the edge off and the next time would be better. It only mildly amazed Greed how many ways Lust wanted to, and did, take him. Shield up, shield down, on top, on bottom, bed or no bed - none of it made a difference to Lust.
It was all power play on her end, though. Lust tried to control Greed that way, tried to have him begging to ride to hell between her thighs and come shuddering within her, but she never succeeded in quite the way she wanted. Even though Greed was, well, greedy, he didn’t form an addiction out of Lust.
Greed just regarded her as better than any slut he ever had the chance of fucking. And keep on fucking, at that.
But the next time he slid into bed with Lust, Greed promised himself, he would make sure he finally won their little game.
By the end of that night, Lust would scream his name.
~Owari~