WHO: Greed & Lust WHEN: March 20 WHERE: Lust's apartment WHAT: Greed returns WARNING: Sinly things
Greed wanted Lust to sweat for a few days. He had just hopped off Zoe's doorstep Tuesday morning. He'd even stopped by to see Chastity that morning to boost his ego after Lust shot it down. But now he stunk of Virtue juice. Not to mention the text from Mary which he passed up for the tattoo parlor he walked by after dumping Chastity's church. They would never miss the wrought iron handle that had rusted off the cemetery gate. A little tug and pull (or a lot) and he'd pulled it off. It had already started hanging sideways.
He scrolled through Mary's message, catching a glimpse of the now clean spot on his wrist where he had spent weeks and weeks drawing out a design in pen ink. If Lust wanted to see him. Fine. She had poked at all the wrong buttons earlier with their online spat. There was something else he had to do first. He had to admit he felt a little guilty (on both ends). Once he got into the tattoo parlor that thought burnished itself. He'd just spent two weeks in a deadzone seeing heaven. He wasn't about to fucking forget, and Lust would do her damndest to erase his memory with a pleasure coma. It was a small request of a tattoo, but it still stung like a bitch. The first thing he did before leaving the parlor was snap a picture to send to Zoe. He hadn't waited long to get it, but if he was heading over to see Lust, he'd need it to keep his memory fresh. Even if she ripped the skin off his arm, he'd do it again.
When he got to Lust's he half expected Glutt to be there with a grin on his face as he chowed down on Lust. She was that cruel and he hated her when she baited him with Glutt. He walked in with a t-shirt and jeans. He hadn't even cleaned up the fuzz on his chin. Lust would go mental. "What not fingering a pastry?" _________________ Zoe had been shocked by the picture Greed sent. She knew he’d talked about it but the whole point of him taking some time to get his head together and be sure and all that was so he wouldn’t do something like this till later. Till he was absolutely sure. He couldn’t see how much it terrified and thrilled her at the same time. It was the sweetest, most insanely lovingly thing a guy had ever done. She’d texted him back just one word - Sharpie?
Lust looked like a million dollars as always, she wasn’t even going anywhere but everything from her hair to her nails always just ended up looking delectable. She wore a dress that clung to all the right places and she didn’t even own a pair of jeans. She seemed repulsed by Greed’s appearance, “No.. did you crawl out of a dumpster?” _____________ Permanent. Greed had texted back. She didn't understand the power Lust could have on people, and on him it was like put on full blast. If he wanted to remember what had happened his sin there to witness it or not, he needed something more than a sharpie to yell back at him.
Greed snorted at Lust as he slipped past her to flop on the couch. He rubbed the peach fuzz on his chin, "Nice to see you too." He looked around, still baiting her and keeping his cool, "Not entertaining?" She liked him clean shaven and dressed to impress. _______________ Zoe had texted back a picture. It was a piece of paper with the words ‘you’re crazy!’ scribbled on it and then she’d kissed it so it left a lipstick imprint of her lips.
Lust watched Greed carefully, her words short and crisp, “Not yet.” she would jam those buttons of his still if she wanted. “You stink.” she stated the fact. It was virtue she smelled on him and something else. ________________ I could have put it on my ass... He added an emoticon to that message with a grin. It did put him in a mood that Lust was bound to crush quickly. She was all about tearing down to build him back up. It was part of their game.
He put his feet on the couch, stretching out comfortably. "I had a bath. I just forgot to shave." He was surprised she hadn't pulled out a knife to scrape it off. She had made him mad, he was letting her know it. _______________ Lust slowly smiled, “And got dressed in the dark too? Well if you wanna look ugly, I’m not going to stop you.” She moved closer, she smelled like herself. A natural scent that was nothing but pheromones to get the blood pumping. “You stink of Virtue. But you don’t seem like you’ve been without sex. It’s been awhile.. so where have you been?” ______________ Lust never approved of his casual moods. "If I put on a black leather jacket would that change your mind?" he grinned innocently. "I paid your favorite Virtue a visit. She threatened to call the police on me. I thought it was a little harsh."
At the mention of sex and elsewhere he fumbled a little, quickly recovering when he remembered Mary's text. "The preacher's daughter." It was a quick and easy save. ________________ She really didn’t like him looking all... gross and human. “There’s a suit of yours in the closet if you wanna put that on..” she wasn’t really asking. She perked up at hearing that he annoyed Chastity, “I’ve been meaning to pay her a visit. I defiled her favorite saint a month ago and have been wanting to gloat.”
She approved of Greed getting it on with the preacher’s daughter but, “For over two weeks? Is she such a good little fuck that I should be jealous?” she said it with a sharp grin as if there was no way in hell someone was better than her and if the tart was, well, there were ways to fix it. ______________ "Defiled him? Oh do tell?" He wasn't getting up right away to change. After spending time with Zoe he'd gotten comfortable with plaid and jeans. Designer jeans, but jeans nonetheless.
"Not the entire time," he waved his hand in the air as if to dismiss the the time he'd been away. "Been tracking down your project." He grinned cheekily. "So tell me, who's the schmuck who wiggled you into that deal?" He knew it was Theseus, he just wanted to hear her say it. ____________ Lust smiled cutely, “Her. Chas’s favorite saint.” she was quite proud of it too. For the moment her mind was off Greed’s tacky look because the subject was about her and her wins. Greed might be ‘leader’ of the excesses because she was allowing it but he’d never be able to do what Lust did.
“Your project. You’re leader.” she made sure to correct him. “You know our line of business..” meaning the Sin business. She sat down next to him on the couch, “We meet people.” ______________ "Who's her favorite? The giant dick Wrath is seeing?" Greed was still a little bitter about George. He had single-handedly made the first days of his trip to Lithuania hell.
Did she really need to rub his nose in what he was. He knew that. He didn't need a guilt trip now for skipping town without her. "Yeah and what's in it for you?" He raised a curious brow. ______________ “No, it’s Saint Agatha. She’s a virgin with a force field around her snatch. Never had an orgasm.” she tilted her head looking to the side, “I felt bad for her so naturally I helped the girl help herself.” there were loopholes to things always. Just because others couldn’t touch Auggie, didn’t mean she couldn’t damage herself.
She grinned and leaned in closer to him, “What do you care? You’ve been busy all this time trying to get it, haven’t you? Though I really don’t know why a simple task like this is taking so long.. unless you really aren’t up to it...” she wrinkled her nose in disgust again since she was close enough to get a better whiff, stinky virtue stink. She was getting antsy though about why he didn’t want to get rid of it. He hadn’t even kissed her hello. ______________ "And I missed that?" He shook his head disappointed. "That would have been such a show!" It probably would have been a turn on too. He wondered if that worked on the Virtues but they probably had Chastity belts sewn into their genitala.
"Because you're getting fucked by someone else. Is there any other reason?" He held his arms out across the back of the couch. He was still coming down this human high. ______________ “It was. You could have watched except you were busy.” he’d been avoiding her forever. She wasn’t stupid.
“Sex is never a reason for a deal. Not with me.” please, look at her, she never needed to make a deal for sex. “It’s just a nice... bonus. And really, are you jealous while you’ve been off fucking a preacher’s daughter?” she leaned into him, “You know you could have brought her here...” her lips close to his. ______________ He could feel her breath skirting his lips, their vicious poison waiting for the moment to strike. He hummed softly, tapping his fingers against the couch. "Oh, so I could have had a threesome?" Tempting. More tempting when Lust was practically spreading her sinful perfume all over him without a single touch.
He wheeled it back around, "So, he must be something if you've seen him more than once?" ______________ “Still can.” she watched him careful, not touching but she was damn close to him.
She rolled her eyes, “He’s a toy. You know how it works. We play until it breaks and then we get a new one. He hasn’t broken yet. What about you? If you’re with this preacher’s daughter then Zoe broke?” it’d been awhile since she’d heard her brother mention his girlfriend. ______________ "She's not broken," his voice came out more defensively than he had intended, he was losing his guard with Lust this close. She was penetrating what was left of that human side to deflate and bring out the pure Sin. "I just took a break." He shrugged, "I like seeing what the church girl has to offer. She has a kinky side," he threw in a smirk, thumbing through his phone. "Her name's Mary. Ironic huh?" Chastity would have called out a squad team if she had seen that the other day. ______________ Lust snatched the phone right out of his hands and tapped it to bring up his photos, “She does? I wanna see.” clearly thinking that Greed would have photographic evidence. She moved closer to him, her back pressed into his side and her butt against his hip. She saw several pics, ignoring the first one because it was of a wrist and looked boring as her eyes scanned down and she found a single picture of Zoe. Clearly an oversight on Greed’s part. She didn’t know it was the picture that had gotten him through their breakup. “Her again?” she hit delete, “You’re bored of her right?” the phone asking to confirm the delete and Lust’s finger hovering over the screen ready to obliterate the picture. It wasn’t even sexy. ______________ There was a mash up of pictures on his phone. A lot like his living spaces, and storage lockers, Greed didn’t throw away much of anything. What Lust saw as plain Greed saw a little different. Zoe’s big seal eyes had been one of the vacuums that sucked him to her. He reached for the phone, but she held it from him. “Give that to me,” his lips were tight, eyes dangerous.
She was goading him. ______________ Lust said simply, “No.” she didn’t like the way Greed still seemed to get moony eyed over this stupid ugly mortal. She hit the screen and just like that Zoe’s picture disappeared from the others. She was doing him a favor really, he’d never get over the doe if he kept looking at gross pictures of her. Her eye then drifted back to the first picture, wait a minute... ____________ Greed couldn’t help the open-mouthed response where he looked stunned. He shouldn’t be stunned. He locked his mouth again, containing himself because he was breaking this perfect composure. He’d been around mortals for too long. No wonder she was disgusted. He grabbed for the phone again which was turning into a raptor with claws. “Give. Me. My. Phone.” His words were short, snatching it away before she decided to erase anything else. __________ She let him snatch it out of her hands because she was too busy grabbing his wrist and turning it over where the skin was still red and blotchy showing the tattoo was fairly new. “What is this?” she demanded to know. The only tattoos he had were things that represented himself and one for her. What did he mark his body for this time? __________ His breath hissed between his teeth when she went grabbing on still very tender things. “It’s a tattoo, don’t poke it,” he playfully slapped at his hand. “Would you mind? Paws elsewhere.” __________ Lust didn’t know who the hell he thought she was but she was going to give him a reminder. She yanked on his wrist and straddled him suddenly, “Oh? Where would like my paws?” but she looked at the tattoo and didn’t like it. Her seductive tone changing to a harsher one again, “Is this for me?” she asked meaning the tattoo, literally biting it since he had said not to poke it. She was playing with her food. __________ “It’s not for you. It’s for me,” his voice pulled out something dark, and he pulled away. “Don’t like anything today?” His clothes, the fuzz on his face or the ink on his skin. He laughed. It was loud. It was fake. He wasn’t going to be what she wanted him to be today. __________ She crossed her arms over her chest, “What’s it stand for?” he was being mean to her. She didn’t like it.
She leaned down, putting her arms around his neck, “No. I don’t like you looking ugly and being mean to me. Wouldn’t you rather do other things to me?” she looked innocent almost as she tilted her head, her lips brushing his as she talked, little jolts of pure desire sizzling across the exposed skin. She wanted him to want her or else she’d have to get angry. __________ “It’s a bird with fucking fire on it’s wings. It’s like burning the Virtues on a crucifix, without the crucifix.” He bared his teeth a little as she wiggled in his lap. He hadn’t even touched her with his lips or his hands yet. She must really be put off.
He wasn’t going to play the card she was used to which was beg for her. She was digging straight for the Sin though when her lips surfaced, that venom sinking into his veins. It smelled rich. His eyes rolled closed, lips parted just as a tease for her to take. _________ That didn’t sound quite right but Virtues dying were a good thing so she accepted it for now.
She was severely annoyed when he didn’t take the bait right away. And despite hating at having to be the first move, she slid her tongue into his mouth like a snake and gave him a kiss like he hadn’t had in weeks. Her hand wrapped around his throat to keep him in place. Preacher’s daughter or not, no one could give him what he wanted quite like Lust and she was damn sure of it. _________ Unlike Zoe’s kisses that he couldn’t get enough of, warm and inviting, Lust’s pulled out something far more ferral. Something he’d left here here in New York with her. If it kept her out of the circle that surrounded him and Zoe he would jump through a ring of fire.
Lust’s tongue didn’t beg him to come out, she practically drug him out. It was a taste far too strong to ignore. His fingers curled into her thighs, sucking the air from her mouth as if it were all he had to breathe. _________ She wasn’t used to resistance from Greed. He wasn’t fighting her off, but there was a definite block. She didn’t know if it had to do with his sloppy looks or this new mortal toy or that tattoo but he’d been gone for far too long and it was her duty to bring him back.
Her Sin pulled, yanked, dragged his own out. That darker part of Greed that had been taking a nap. That side that rode pain and pleasure and had been getting way too much fluffy pleasure for far too long. The side that wanted the pain as her nails dug into his flesh and the marks they left burned in the best way.