Greed had let Lust sit and steam. She had pulled him away from his 'conquest'. He wasn't happy. When he appeared at her door, he was dressed like Greed, sounded like Greed but she would notice some changes----interior and exterior. Lust liked to sniff out what Greed had been up too. Which wasn't the blonde he'd told her about.
"Bored? What happened to your Greek toy?" He asked throwing his keys on her table and setting himself up on her couch. He didn't even give her her usual kiss. ________________________ “Do I need a reason to see my favorite brother?” she slinked in from the other room wearing a black bra that had sheer material that went all the way down so you could look right through it. A slit up the side from easy access. She ignored his question about Theseus for now.
She got closer and instantly looked horrified, “What is on your head??” she asked with revulsion as if maybe it was a live baby chick that might be nesting there. ___________________ Greed rubbed his hair from the back forward with his bottom lip hanging out so far that Lust could bite it off with her teeth. "The hair dresser got a little scissor happy." Whatever Zoe had built up in confidence, Lust tore down in minutes. ___________________ “My poor baby..” she cooed at him as she walked closer, “I hope you made them suffer for what they did to you.” she took his face in her hands and inspected the hair cut with her nose twisted as if he stank. “Why didn’t you come to me to get your hair cut in the first place?” she didn’t even stop to get an answer, “First you get fat and now this, it’s like you’re trying to be unattractive, Greed.” ___________________ That made Greed turn his head out of her hands defiantly. He pushed her away. "I'm not fat!" Greed didn't need her for confidence, but all those days spent with Zoe had the human side taking the wheel. The Sin was laughing at his insecurities.
Greed ran his hands back through his hair again, glaring at Lust as he stood. He hadn't even taken notice of her sheer look. ___________________ Lust quirked a brow and spread her hands out in front of her, “Darling, you still have your face, but let’s call a spade a spade.” she reached out and touched his arm, frowning, “Don’t worry, I’ll still fuck you.” as if that was what was upsetting him. __________________ His glare narrowed while he walked around the room fingering any little object he saw. "How kind of you," he huffed keeping his distance. "I'm not a charity case Lust." He was showing off how much of a child he could be which was easy in her presence. ___________________ Lust gave a cruel smile, enjoying watching him be unhappy. She babyed him though, “Oh darling, of course you’re not.” she closed that distance between them and put her arms around his neck, like vipers. “How can I make my baby smile again, hmm?” she smiled like a mother to a child offering them ice cream, “I know. You’re upset about the blonde I made you leave. I tell you what, how about we go back and have fun with her together? It’ll make a nice appetizer.” Lust almost never had threesomes with Greed because both were too possessive of the other and didn’t like seeing them with the third person. But fooling around? Tag teaming a helpless victim was fun. But right now she was offering him a sex dish on a silver platter but she was doing it for a very specific purpose. ____________________ "I don't want to now." He put his hands in his pockets swaying from side to side. He'd been naughty, now he was being scolded. He stuck his nose in the air for good measure. They weren't going to find Zoe, that would end tragically. Lust would make ribbons out of her if she knew. He wiggled out of her grip, still pouting. She wanted his attention but he wasn't going to give it. Especially not after she had basically called him a pity fuck. ____________________ Lust didn’t want his attention, she wanted his little mortal girl’s blood to coat her hands so she could run it down his fat stupid body. “Are you sure..?” those snakes for arms sidled around his neck again and she pressed her body into him, “Don’t pout, you know I can’t resist it.” she grinned and nipped at his bottom lip. ___________________ "You can if its stuck to a fat, ugly blob." There was an awful whine from the depths of his throat. He might as well be Gluttony to her. He felt disgusting. The Sin who wanted attention was eating it up, it meant he got what he'd not had for weeks. ___________________ “Your dick still works, doesn’t it?” she was growing impatient. Was he being like this because of the little mortal turd? She slowly ran her hands down his chest and raised her brows looking at his jacket, “Or maybe you still rather be with that blonde you left..” ____________________ "Of course it does!" He growled back like a rabid dog. He didn't like all these conflicting feelings going on. Feeling like a piece of meat.
He opened up the jacket. "Looking for something?" Another growl. The meanness was starting to break out. ____________________ Lust nodded, “Yeah, your balls.” she raised a brow at him and put a hand on her hip, her slender leg sticking out of the cut in the sheer outfit, “Did you leave them in your slut’s purse?” _________________ The jacket he took and balled up to throw across the room. He leaned in, his mean streak still getting started. "I'm not your pity fuck," he said in her ear in a deep voice. The Sin was talking and he was turning tables. "Is that why you called me? Because your newest toy got broken?" He grinned. She wasn't going to make him feel like shit. _________________ The look in Lust’s eyes showed this is what she wanted. She wanted her mean, nasty, Sin mirror. Not the pussy Theseus had described to her. Holding hands? Disgusting. His anger and the waves of sexual frustration in him just charged her more. “Quite the contrary, he’s a tame little pussycat I sent away.” she didn’t understand why his hormones seemed to be going through the roof. Well, it was that she was there but there was something else. With how much fucking he was supposedly doing.... she shrugged carelessly, “If you don’t want my pity.... then there’s the door.” her stone cold green eyes flicking to his, a wicked smile on her lips daring him to refuse her. He wasn’t leaving and they both knew it. ______________________ "Why are you playing with kittens? Forgot how to wrangle a tiger?" He wasn't teasing as much as his spite was biting back what she gave. He undid the buckle of his belt, treading it out from the loops of his slacks to wrap around her waist. She was practically saran wrapped to him as he used the belt for a harness. "Two words for you," he kicked off a shoe that flipped over the phrase from the sole, "Fuck. Off." ______________________ “Haven’t seen any tigers lately.” the words were like acid thrown in his face. She meant him. He’d been weak lately what with his sweetness with that filth that crawled out of Theseus and he called a granddaughter. She kept her hands off him as he pasted her to him with his belt, that mean side of him coming out. The side that wanted to fight. “I think the only fucking you want me to do... is you.” ____________________ He kicked off the other shoe which also upturned to show the golden scripted sole. He wrapped a hand around the belt so it looped his palm, keeping a tighter grip on her in the process. Just her body being that close made his hormones run wild on top of the tension he'd already brought with him. "There's no kitten here." He wrapped his other palm in a loop, a grip so tight she wasn't breaking free from the wall of leather and muscle. ____________________ Lust grunted when he tightened his grip but she could feel how hard he was for her since she was plastered against him. Good. She put a hand on his chest and trailed it down, “Really? Because I see a pussy.” her nails digging in right over his heart like claws sinking into soft flesh.