sleepytimejunction | ❧ open rp

[He scoffs out a laugh, but pulls Adrian in closer, his lips brushing absently against his forehead. His fingers slide against his body, and after a moment, he murmurs:]

I'm sorry. About your mother.

[He says it softly, purposely not meeting his eyes. Letting Adrian have the privacy to react however he wants.]

[Ah.

Adrian presses his forehead against Greed's shoulder, letting out a trembling breath. His arms wind a little tighter.]

Father had to stop her from trying to confront you. I believe her words were I'm going to shove my syringe up his ass.

[He barks out a damp laugh, tugging Adrian in closer, rolling so he lies on his back and his little dhampir is atop him. The real sign of love: he doesn't make a single leering remark over Lisa, because he loves Adrian, he really does.]

What a reason to start a war. Bet she coulda done it, too.

[The absolute fondness from Greed does make him smile more sincerely, more certainly. He settles comfortably on top, knowing that his weight means nothing to Greed.]

Oh, I've no doubt. They argued for hours until she settled down.

...She would have forgiven you, though. So long as I did first.

[He can well imagine it. Dracula, just as furious but more aware of the intricacies of court; Lisa, impassioned for her son, desperate to protect him and hurt anyone who dared to hurt him. She absolutely would have destroyed him, he thinks fondly, never mind he's a prince of a faerie court.]

And have you?

I think so.

[Adrian reaches up, touching Greed's cheek.] It's a lot to take in right now, but I do believe you. I just-- need you to be patient with me.

I have to be patient with you?

[He scoffs softly and tips his head, nipping lightly at Adrian's thumb.]

I started tonight thinking you were gonna try and rip my tongue out.

[A beat, and his expression grows a little more serious as he adds:]

Little dhampir . . . this is more than I ever thought I'd get from you.

Hmph. I was seriously considering tearing off your head when I walked through that door.

[There's a pause, then he glances down, but his hand stays where it is.]

I think if you had tried to reach out a few years ago, I would not have been as patient or accepting.

Yeah, well. I would've still been my father's son back then.

And much as I wanted to see you . . . I didn't hurt you just to put you in trouble again.

[He sighs, shifts, pulls Adrian up a little closer. It's embittering to think of the past, of what might have been, of what else he might have done, so a little abruptly--]

I like your new hair.

I believe you.

[Adrian smiles faintly and closes his eyes.]

I like it long. Suppose I could have it any length I want, but I feel like this suits me more.

You still look the same, though.

Shoulda been around fifty years ago. I used to have longer hair then.

[Not absurdly long. But down to his shoulders, and he'd liked suits more too. It was a phase, just as this is a phase, short (to he and his, anyway, but fifty years is a short time for them) but memorable.

He knots his fingers in Adrian's hair, tugging very lightly.]

Mm. And a suit half the time, too.

[The tug in his hair does earn a hum of interest, consideration. Yes, he does still like that.]

You'd look odd with longer hair.

...But you could do well in a suit, I think.

Ahh, there he is. I missed those compliments you just love giving out.

[He tugs a little harder, half in teasing and half in punishment.]

So maybe I'll wear a suit. We got a whole fancy party coming up . . . you wanna go dancing, really confuse everyone?

[The harder tug earns a little whine -- something that he does look a bit embarrassed about. Greed knows exactly what he's doing, but Adrian doesn't really try to stop him either.]

Hm. Baffle the other courts, especially mine?

Might as well keep them on their toes. Do you think you can look dashing?

[Oh-ho. Isn't that interesting, and though he doesn't pull again just yet, he makes note of that.]

Bet you anything I can make you speechless that night.

[It's low, not so much a scoffing reply as a real challenge. His purple eyes glint, and now he tightens his fingers, pulling Adrian's head back just a little, baring his throat.]

Oh, I would love to see you try.

[A heavy huff of air escapes him as his head is forced back, swallowing down any noise this time just to be a bit of a brat. There's an old familiarity to this, beneath Greed and his warm hands on him. Even this is old, but not in an uncomfortable way.

But he peers up, a brow arched.]

I bet you would.

[This feels so easy. It's such a familiar pattern, the wonderful back and forth that he could do in his sleep. It almost makes him forget that all isn't quite forgiven, that he's got a long way to go before Adrian trusts him again.

But that being said: there's no harm in indulging. He doesn't do anything just yet, if only because Adrian so clearly wants him to.]

So. Let's say I do. What do I get for it? I know what you want if you win, little brat.

[There's a hum of consideration, then he gives a lazy shrug, looking at Greed curiously.]

Oh? What do you think I'll want?

And maybe I'll listen to what you want and consider it.

[A beat, and he shifts, one knee shoving his hip, flipping them both over and crowding atop him. He straddles him, thighs bracing firmly, his teeth bared as he grins down at him.]

I think you always want a good fuck, Adrian.

[Oh, this definitely brings back memories. There's a brief thrill in it, but Adrian purses his lips and he's throwing Greed off of him so he can shove him down onto the bed, one hand braced to his chest with a scowl. Not that he hated the position, but-- there is the part where he's still mending old wounds, and more importantly he likes to bite back on occasion.]

Of the two of us, you're the insatiable one, Greed. So it sounds more like if you manage to impress me a little, you want sex.

[Adrian works over his voice, his tone almost sounding bored and indifferent. Because he is still being a brat and determined to remain in control.]

If I'm wrong, correct me.

[It's no bad thing. It's a pretty great thing, if the sudden sharp exhale he gives is any indication. He could fight that grip, and it's honestly a toss-up on who'd win, but instead he lies back down, submitting.

For now.

That doesn't mean he'll be pliant, obviously. He tips his head back, staring up at him with a little smirk, like maybe this is what he'd intended to happen all along.

(It wasn't).]

I was gonna be a little more specific, actually.

[He rolls his hips up just once.]

But yeah. That's more or less the prize I want.

[Adrian inhales sharply at the shift of his hips, then gives him a (very pointless) pinch to the shoulder.]

Behave yourself.

[Like saying that would even work.]

What did you want, then? I'm listening.

Yes sir.

[The best part about being with someone for a while is that you start to get a good sense of what they really mean. There's times when Adrian would say behave yourself and really mean god please don't, and then again there's sometimes when he says behave and means--

Well. Behave.

He's pretty sure that it's the latter this time. Besides: it's kind of fun to have Adrian be in charge. Not always, obviously, but every so often it's pretty hot.

His tongue slides over his teeth as he looks him over, his eyes slowly dragging up and down his body. Finally:]

Ride me.

[There's a thoughtful hum after he hears Greed's prize request. He taps a finger on Greed's chest, as if still thinking over his words.

Then he shrugs.]

If you manage to impress me tomorrow, then yes.

[His fingers drag down from Greed's chest, then his hands are to himself.]

And if you can be patient.

Never when it comes to you.

[But they both know Adrian could be atop him naked and Greed still wouldn't fuck him if he said no. And he is saying no, sort of, which is why he's lying so still beneath him.

Still. He draws up just a little at that finger, and slumps back in disappointment when it's gone.]

It's still a prize if we don't wait, you know.

[Just a little tentatively, he reaches for his hips, settling his hands on them.]

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