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[He holds him there for just a few seconds longer-- and then releases him, backing off with a groan, his body shaking from the rush of it.]

Good-- that's real good, kid . . . what a good little slut you are.

[He means it (or at least part of it), as patronizing as it sounds. His fingers loosen, smooth through his hair, as he rocks his cock gently in and out.]

Mm. I could finish like this-- spill down your throat, on that face, . . . you're so messy already, why not? Or I could fuck you. Which d'ya want?

[It's utterly patronizing, but he does hear some of the praise in it too. His ears almost burn, his mouth still open as Greed works in and out of it. Alucard closes his eyes, welcoming the fingers running through is hair.

At the question, he gives a low whine before he finally pushes off of Greed's cock, panting less from lack of air but more at the effort of letting the homunculus use him.

There's no elegant way of approaching this.]

Fuck me. [He huffs out, leaning in and sliding his tongue over the base of the cock in front of him, up to kiss the tip wetly.] Please.

[God, and he swears softly under his breath, utterly delighted.]

Look at that initiative . . .

[He smooths his fingers back, then takes a step back, offering his hand.]

C'mere. I wanna watch you get yourself ready.

[And then, when he stands:]

So . . . go face that tree and bend over for me, hm? I want a good view.

[Greed's hand is taken, quietly appreciating the gesture even if it's just to hurry along to the next event. As Alucard gets to his feet, he roughly wipes at his chin with the back of his arm and hand. It doesn't do much to clean, but smears away some of the mess on his skin.

Ah. Of course he wants to watch.]

Fine then. Try not to finish without me in the meantime.

[He speaks, as if he wasn't just deepthroating Greed a minute ago.

Alucard does as he's told, approaching the tree and bending over. There isn't much to make use as far as lubrication goes; generally, he does prefer a salve or an oil, but neither are available. Fortunately, neither of them are human, and whatever damage comes can be healed easily enough.

So he slowly places two fingers into his mouth after retracting the sharp nails he had just grown awhile ago. Feeling they're adequately wet, he leans forward just a little more before he braces his other hand to the tree. Both fingers slowly press inside, inching up until he has them up to the knuckle with a quiet hiss. It burns faintly, but nothing that isn't enjoyable in its own way.

With a sigh, he starts to slowly move the fingers in and out of himself.]

[He grins, unperturbed by that little jab. He's had two hundred years to build up his stamina; he's not going to shoot off anytime soon. Instead: he leans back, resting his back against a tree (thank god for fucking in the woods, good call, Alucard), hand wrapped around himself as he lazily jerks off.

It's a hell of a sight. Greed's grin grows, his eyes dark and possessive. They slide over Alucard's form slowly, drifting up those long, toned legs, the round curve of his ass, the way his fingers look as he pushes them in and out of himself . . .]

Y'know, for a guy who doesn't get flirted with much, Alucard, you're a bit of a slut.

[It's not a bad thing, not at all.]

Or was this just all from you playing with yourself?

[There's a shudder that runs through him as he curls his his fingers, still working with himself. Then he scowls at the teasing, peering over his shoulder at Greed, even while he's still fingering himself.]

I'm not completely without any experience.

[Even if the amount of lovers he's had could be counted on one hand easily. Either way, it's not a real telling answer, except that it is.]

Aww. And here I was hoping I was gonna be your first.

[No, that's good. This would be a pretty rough first time. But he's unrepentant, grinning all the wider at that pout. Scowl. Whatever.]

You ever been fucked?

Hardly.

[The questioning is a bit distracting from how he's currently thrusting his fingers into himself. He sighs, not hiding his annoyance.]

Yes. I have. Alas, someone else has claimed my purity before you could laid claim.

Oh, settle down, sweetheart.

[He saunters forward, grabbing his hand with surprising strength. Pulling Alucard's hand away and out of him, he wraps his other hand around his torso, pulling him up against Greed.]

You're a vampire, you gotta know about the whole fetish virgin thing. Besides: you started the night telling me how experienced you are. Excuse me for going with it.

[Somehow, he continues to forget how strong Greed is. There are few that match Alucard's own strength, even other vampires, so he can't quite stifle the surprised sound that escapes him as Greed forces his hand away and pulls him close.]

It's not precisely a kink of mine, personally.

[But he is unfortunately very aware of how some really love to embrace that stereotype.]

Ahh, well, pity, that.

[He bites at the crook of his neck, then slides his tongue insistently against the mark. His other hand wanders lower, wrapping around his cock, a few teasing strokes before he gets down to work properly.]

Coulda really leaned into it. This is the first fuck I've had in this body. But hey, Mister Experienced here's seen and done it all . . .

[A little disgustingly, he leans back, spitting into his free hand. There's a mixture of blood and saliva, thanks to his throat being torn out a few minutes ago, but hey, that works perfectly. He strokes himself once or twice, and then-- gently, gently, because he's only an asshole sometimes-- positions himself and rocks his hips forward, pushing in.

[The bite earns a hitch in Alucard's breath, and his body jerks at the briefest touch to his neglected cock. He can't manage to stop himself from making a frustrated growl when it's gone, but he doesn't demand for more.]

If it's any consolation, you're the first homunculus I've ever had.

[Oh, he sees that. Alucard wrinkles his nose, having some mixed feelings about that little display, but the blood does click with him nicely. It's not technically any different than him using his own saliva earlier, but some people aren't crass okay.

Then Greed starts to push in.

The dhampir lets out hiss, and he spreads his legs a little more to try to fit better. Though, admittedly, he does appreciate the more gentle approach for now as he's spread open. Alucard braces his forehead against his arm, taking in a breath as he relaxes, trying not to squeeze down too tight around the cock pushing in.

Fuck. It's a lot, but not unpleasant. And it's-- hot, filling him up.]

There you go--

[He murmurs it. It's incredibly difficult not to just push forward in one heated thrust, but he tries. He's so nice, god . . . and truth be told, going slow has its own pleasures. His fingers are tight on his hips, tugging him back as he rocks forward, until finally, finally he's settled in him, and--]

God, fuck--

[He leans in, and now he's rough: his teeth outright sink into the crook of Alucard's neck, drawing blood. He's not nearly as fond of it as Alucard is, but that doesn't mean he minds it: his tongue slides over the wound, his hips snapping forward faster, harder, til he's outright slamming into him, and goddamn but has he missed sex, he really has.]

[There's a quiver that runs through him when Greed is finally up to the hilt, buried into Alucard. He shudders, clenching tight around him. It's been a little while for him as well, but he feels-- full, so damned full, and he can barely deal with that.

Not that Greed gives him that time. A cry is almost pulled out of him at the bite, but he shoves his wrist into his own mouth to muffle himself. It leaves instead for him to give a long, drawn out whine, which is barely any better.

Shit, it's good. It feels wonderfully raw, how hard Greed fucks into him. It's louder than he'd been going for initially, but he doesn't care much right now as he takes it, skin slapping loudly on skin. He can feel his own cock leaking desperately, and Alucard finally reaches down to try to relieve some of that strain, curling a hand around himself.]

[He loves the noises he makes. All those muffles shouts and moans, but oh, that whine . . . he sounds so fantastically needy. Desperate, and he won't ruin things by asking just how long it's been for him, but-- well. Clearly a fair bit of time (or he's even more of a slut than he seems).

There's a thousand reasons to be glad to fuck a homunculus, but one of the best ones is this: there's no flagging of his pace. He has no need to breathe and no limits on his stamina, so long, long after a human would have slowed, Greed fucks him with the same pace, hard and fast, pulling him back at the same time.

And it's not that he minds Alucard getting himself off, not at all. He likes the way he sounds, the slick way he strokes himself. But he's not nearly done with him just yet-- and the second he thinks Alucard is getting close, his hand darts down, gripping the base of his cock tightly, leaning in as he does.]

Mm, no, not yet.

[He breathes it out against his ear, nipping a moment later.]

[Hell, this really is nothing like being with a human, not that he minds either way, but there's something terribly satisfying about having someone finally capable of keeping up with him and then some. Alucard himself doesn't tire easily, doesn't really need to stop for long if he doesn't want to, and Greed can just continue fucking him along without a single moment of him needing to slow down or stop.

The needier sounds start to come through more fervently, and Alucard bites down harder onto his hand, tasting his own blood as it goes. He does get closer and closer-- until Greed stops him, squeezing his cock enough to keep him from finishing.]

Shit. [It hisses out, sounding less vindictive and more pleading.] Greed--

[Alucard gives a frustrated groan, trying to shift his hips back instead of just taking Greed's cock, trying to fuck himself down onto it.]

No, no-- stop that.

[His hand lands in a solid smack against his ass, chiding and teasing all at once, as his fingers curl in for a quick grope. Then he grips his hip, stilling him. Alucard might be able to break free if they're truly fighting, but Greed has a feeling he won't fight too much.]

Settle down, little dhampir. You'll come when I want you to and not a minute more.

[Genuinely, he isn't sure what he's expecting, but earning slap to his rear isn't really it. He gasps, jerking, but unable to do more than that with Greed's hold on his hips. If he wanted, he could probably fight him off and get what he wants.

But that's not what he's committed to and, frankly, he he does like the hold Greed has over him and submitting to it.

There's a pause as he breathes, gathering himself before he growls out:] Fine.

There he is . . .

[He kisses the side of his neck, grinning as he does.]

You gonna be good if I let you go?

Ah. [He breathes out sharply at the kiss, and his body trembles at how much he wants right now, but Alucard swallows and nods.]

Yes.

[There's the urge to be indignant and rebellious as possible. And maybe that could be saved for another time, but right now he'll behave, be obedient and take what Greed will give him.]

Good.

[Slowly, he releases him. When neither of Alucard's hands dart down, he hums in pleasure and strokes his fingers gently up the length of him, lingering against the tip.]

You are hot for it . . . poor thing. But hey: patience is a virtue, isn't it? You oughta be thanking me for teaching you.

[Not that he sounds all that virtuous as he pulls his hand back. Gripping his hips, he starts up his rhythm again, fucking into him eagerly. He doesn't hold back, not a bit-- but he does add, as he thrusts deep into him again:]

If you come before I say you can, you're gonna be real sorry.

[Instead, Alucard reaches out and grips the tree. His fingernails extend into claws again, digging into wood and bark as he tries everything to be patient, but Greed certainly makes that a challenge with the lovely, light touches. He wants to buck into the contact, but he stays still instead.

And like that, his hands are gone, and Greed goes right back to pounding into Alucard. The dhampir bites down onto his arm again, groaning against it, his legs shaking with the effort of not doing anything, just keeping himself spread apart to let Greed fuck him freely.

There is the part of him that is terribly curious. Sorry how, and he wants to test that, but more importantly he just wants this for right now, just making this as good as possible for both of them. He can test Greed's boundaries another night when there's more time and less people.

So instead:] I won't. [The words are strained, and he sounds absolutely wrecked, but he's determined to behave. This time.]

[He'll heap praise on him afterwards. He's genuinely impressed, frankly; he certainly wouldn't be so patient. But Alucard's patience will pay off, he's determined-- and it won't take too long, not at all, not at this pace. Not when Alucard makes such a delicious sight, biting at his arm, trembling beneath him, his head ducked down and his ass bouncing on each hard thrust. God, god, and just the sight is almost enough to make him finish, never mind filling him up over and over again.

And oh, there-- he shouts as he feels his orgasm hit him, so hard it's almost dizzying; his nails dig deep into Alucard's hips, drawing blood as he spills into him. Filling him up, but more importantly, marking him: not forever, not really, but he loves being possessive of his things, he really does.

And Alucard is his. In the way that everyone Greed likes is his, whether they know it or not.]

Ahh, fuck . . .

[He exhales slowly, blinking hard as he takes a moment. It does not escape him that Alucard has yet to come, but he is, after all, sort of a dick. He's slow in the way he pulls out, wincing in pleasure; he pats his ass a moment later, a silent stand up.

Because he's getting to his knees, his hand already reaching for him.]

[Everything burns so nicely, just edging the pain bordering on unpleasant, but still refreshing enough for him to easily recover from. He chokes out at the fingers tearing into his hips, and Alucard wants to scream at the feeling of Greed coming inside of him -- not out of outrage, just sheer enjoyment. Instead, he's biting down harder, practically gnawing at his own arm to try to keep himself calm and don't come don't come don't come.

Everything stops, and Alucard is trembling in need, wanting to do something. Move, touch himself, make a demand, but he's keeping still. Slowly, he feels Greed slide out, and he groans at sensation, feeling everything drip. He barely registers the contact, almost stumbling as he manages to stand up. His mouth pulls away from his bloodied arm that's starting to heal from how relentless he worked on it trying to behave.

He looks down numbly, watching Greed reach for him. Alucard swallows, leaning toward whatever relief Greed will give him because he desperately needs it now.]

Good. You're so good for me, Alucard . . .

[It's quiet praise, but give him this: now that Alucard has been so good, Greed won't draw out his reward. Darting forward, he slides his tongue lewdly over his cock, base to tip, before wrapping his lips tight around the head. He won't take him entirely in his mouth, not now, but his fingers wrap around the rest of him. He'll jerk him off, suck on him, swirl his tongue over the head, attend to him so well, right up til he comes.

Because he's nice like that.]

[The praise sends a shiver up his spine, just before Greed is lavishing over his cock with his mouth. Fuck, it's so warm and wet, and all the dhampir can do is take the attention. He grits his teeth, watching Greed tend to him so sweetly.

And finally, Alucard comes. It's smothered in muffled sob as he shoves his knuckles into his mouth, biting down and trying not to make too much noise. He jerks forward, trying instinctively just to thrust into Greed's mouth and hands, not caring, just finally climaxing.

Hell, he can't think of the last time he's ever come that hard. Alucard shudders and braces a hand against the tree, trying to keep himself upright. He'll recover in a minute, but it was admittedly more intense than expected.]

[He licks his lips, one broad hand coming up to wipe away what his tongue couldn't. He's grinning, delighted that Alucard had finished so hard, because it really just seals the deal on the whole night: that this had been a good choice on his part. That this was worth it. That he ought to come and do this again and again.

Getting to his feet, he steps in, wrapping an arm around him. One hand splays on the small of his back, as he grins down at him.]

You still alive?

[There's the temptation to press himself up against Greed's body for warmth. Not that he needs it, but he likes the feeling. He doesn't pull away, but he blinks again and regains his senses, standing upright.]

At least half. [Not far from the truth. Alucard smiles faintly, feeling content. It was a pleasant distraction from everything within the last 24 hours.]

Satisfied?

[He grips his hip once, tightly, assuring, before stepping back.]

You heard me, right?

[So that's a big yes, said with a laugh as he turns. His trousers are . . . somewhere around here, hopefully some wolf hasn't made off with them. Like, he can just walk around with his dick out, but that's a little much, even for him.]

What about you? You all sated for the moment?

[Aha, and he grabs them, shimmying them on. It's a feat, considering they're leather. Be in awe of his skills.]

[For Alucard's part, he's taken his shirt, coat, and gloves, draped them over an arm, and has to seriously ponder how the hell to clean himself up. It'll be a challenge, but he figures he'll find a way to manage.

There's a pause, then he smiles crookedly. He approaches Greed, and takes him by the arm so he can drag the homunculus into a kiss.]

It'll do.

[But that's a definite yes. He hasn't felt this satisfied in awhile.]

High praise indeed.

[He mutters it, lingering by Alucard's mouth for a few seconds.]

Hey. If we don't all get murdered going over the wall tomorrow, come back for a second round sometime. Or I'll just come find you, huh?

[He chuckles.]

Then I shall hope we live to see another day. Though perhaps we can try to find somewhere more discreet next time.

[But he's not really holding his breath on that one.]

Thank you for the evening, Greed. I'll see you again.

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