sleepytimejunction | ❧ open rp

[He listens to that little speech, and it isn't wrong, not really. It's hard being a child of two worlds. It means you never really fit in, not really-- or at best, you only fit in with a few, not the majority. It means you're constantly on the outside, always looking in, always lonely, always different in a myriad of ways.

But at least here, he's half-human. It's better, in Greed's opinion, to be half-human among the vampires sand the fae and the elves, than to be half-inhuman among the mortals.

But there's something about that speech that rings incorrect. And so once he finishes, Greed straightens up. Reaches to take Adrian's chin, tipping his head up, diving down to kiss him. It's not so much hungry as searing, demanding, a kiss you can't argue with. His grip on his chin doesn't release-- and when he finishes the kiss, he stays close, breathing hotly against his mouth.]

Here you are, Dracula's son. And Greed's lover, and the owner of the Țepeș castle. The head of the vampires, the commander of what they do and how they manage themselves. The man who stopped a genocide, and honored his mother's wishes, and kept going even when it seemed like you'd do nothing but spend your days all alone.

You aren't just your father's son, little dhampir. You aren't just my lover. You're your own man. It's past time you recognized that, and started taking what you were owed, respect and love and all, instead of acting like the world only barely tolerates you.

[It's startling how much the kiss silences him, hot and determined. He opens his mouth, pressing back, shuddering and not pulling away. And he listens, his brows knitted.

He's never-- heard that before. Much of his life is spent figuring out how to manage himself, how to fit in to either world. He loved his parents, but it always felt like both mortal and not would hardly accept him at best.

Adrian presses his hand over Greed's, closing his eyes and only able to nod silently. He felt like for so long that he's nothing but a servant to his family's wishes or their legacy, but it's gratifying to hear something differently.]

[His eyes dart over his face, but it seems like his message got across. He pulls his hand back, but only so he can cup his cheek, one thumb brushing over the curve. There's a sad sort of smile on his lips, something sympathetic and soft both. It won't last. It might not even last by the time Adrian opens his eyes. But he does so love his Adrian, and god, but he hates seeing him so lonely.

He leans in, kissing his forehead lightly.]

[It's not that it's softness he's never experienced from Greed before, but rather one that he thought was all a lie after Greed effectively broke his heart. Friends are few and his family is dead, and that made what Greed did all the more difficult. Though he understands now why.

Adrian really would have been stubbornly noble, he thinks. He's never been one to abandon those he loves.

He opens his eyes, then reaches up to cup the back of Greed's head, pulling him down for another kiss.]

[It's a better kiss than any of the ones before. Those had been good, yes, in the same way that any contact with Adrian is almost always good, but this kiss feels right. Heavy and heated, harsh but not cruel, and Greed surges into it, one arm wrapping around his body, hand splayed over his lower back.

He's so aware of everything around them. Of the faint hint of music from the hall; the coolness of the air around them, and the relative chill of Adrian's skin. The way he feels, mouth moving against his, the broadness of his frame, the muscle and strength in the way he surges against Greed . . . even the slight brush of his eyelashes against his cheek is noticeable right now.

They break an eternity later, and Greed looks raw. Not proud or leering or boastful, but uncertain. Not of Adrian or his intentions, but simply . . . uncertain, because he's never done anything like this, and for all he acts arrogant, he really has no idea what's going to happen next.]

[This time, he knows to take the expression to heart. How Greed looks, open and emotional and uncertain, and Adrian can relate. He brushes his knuckles over Greed's face, down his cheekbone.]

It's okay.

[And he thinks he can say that sincerely, knowing that he is indeed warming back up to Greed, recognizing how serious he is about this. How honest he's being.]

Yeah?

[If they ever speak of this again, he won't mention this part. The neediness, the weakness, the emotionality of it all. It's embarrassing at best and vulnerable at worst, so it's something he won't want to recall.

But here and now, he leans into it, both figuratively and literally.]

Mm. What do you say we ditch the party and get outta here?

You're showing me... how much you mean in trying to mend things. I won't forget that.

[Adrian considers his proposition with a hum, idly trailing his fingers down Greed's arm.]

Mm. I think I might like our own personal party, as it were.

Is that right?

[He doesn't squirm, but it's a near thing. Which is honestly a little pathetic; at least he's not flushing, though. That would be just the thing. Instead: he pushes a grin on his face.]

So go pretend you're sick and wait in my room. You remember how to do that, right?

[Pretend is a pretty strong word for the half-assed excuses they'd given five years ago. But Greed will still go off and get some liquor for them both, so he can get drunk and Adrian can get drunk off him. And then they'll . . . whatever. Go five rounds or just end up cuddling, who the hell knows, he definitely doesn't.]

God, are we still doing that.

[It's a flat tone, but he shrugs at Greed. He feels like he should have grown out of that, but he supposes some are still waiting to meet with the vampire ambassador.

Adrian gives his hand a squeeze, then slips away.

At the end of it, he admits he isn't completely certain that the Blue Fang is convinced. There's a skeptical look in all of his eyes, and this particular demon has known Adrian for years.

Still, at the end of it, the beast noses Adrian's shoulder lightly, affectionately. As you say, young master. Be well.

Sneaking off otherwise comes easily enough, the shadows his friend and shapeshifting to mist to evade others in order to finally reach Greed's room.]

[Greed, on the other hand, simply relies on pure confidence. He strides through the party, greeting this person and that, making nice even as he heads for the bar. Grabs a few bottles like that's what he's supposed to do, and people just kind of assume it is. He can feel Wrath's eye on him, but whatever, he's done his part, he's made nice, he's said hello to this person and that, and what's one party on top of, god, two hundred years worth of them?

Anyway. No one else really cares when he slips out the door, and by the time he's skipping up the stairs, half a bottle already tossed down his throat, he's all but lost everyone's attention. Which is good, because he has a definite plan as he kicks the door closed behind him, and it doesn't involve opening it again.]

Adrian?

[He's got a bathroom adjacent, so he figures maybe the guy's in there. Or just hasn't gotten here yet, whatever, he honestly doesn't have the wherewithal to think right now, too eager and giddy to do anything save dump his pile of bottles onto the dresser (so classy) and begin stripping off his suit.]

That's a lot for one man.

[Mist trickles in from the window, reforming into Adrian who's sitting lazily on Greed's bed. His head is tilted curiously, watching Greed enthusiastically strip.]

Or perhaps you're finding yourself just exceptionally more thirsty tonight than usual. [Adrian looks at his nails, carrying that air of indifference. It's false, of course, as one might expect.

But he does like to tease.]

Ooh! This from the man who used to spread his legs the second I gave him half a look . . . oh, please, Greed, I want it, I need it, you used to say anything I told you to.

[But he's dropped his suit jacket, his fingers deftly picking at the buttons on his sleeves, so it's not a thirst he's embarrassed over. Still, some of the overzealousness fades, because there's an appropriate level of thirst and then there's just being ridiculous.]

If you're gonna be so judgey, you can stay sober all night.

Please. Your ego is easily sated with just a few words in the right voice.

[But he is more openly chuckling now.]

I thought you were supposed to be making things up to me. Terrible.

I'm about to let you tie me up and fuck my mouth, spoiled thing, what more do you want?

[There goes his shirt, and he climbs up on the bed, over Adrian, grinning as he leans down to nose against his jawline.]

He suffers, he suffers . . .

Hmm.

[With a sigh, he's tipping his head back, letting Greed shower him with whatever affection he finds appropriate. He reaches up, scratching his nails through Greed's hair.]

I think I still want to ride you anyway. There's no reason I can't do both.

And you did render me silent at one point.

Too bad we don't have time to do both, huh? Oh, wait--

[He hums softly in pleasure, because he likes nails in his hair as much as Adrian does. But still he keeps nuzzling against him, kissing on occasion, smiling each time he feels him return that affection.]

Pick which one you want first.

Oh I still want to tie you up first.

[One hand stays in Greed's hair, the other going to his cheek so he can turn his head and kiss him back, a little more fiercely.]

So get on the bed, hm?

[Oh. Oh, and it's not like he likes somebody topping him all the time, but god it's hot when it happens. Greed pants at him for a few seconds, his eyes wide, before scrambling back. He does it just a little too quickly, but you know what, whatever, he's half-hard already and he's not ashamed. He's still got his trousers on, and that'll get uncomfortable real fast, but he's not worried about that right now.]

You want me on my back or my knees?

[Either way, he's kneeling on the mattress, so.]

[Well. That's a new look on Greed's face, and one that definitely just goes right to Adrian's cock. He gets closer, pressing his hand on Greed's shoulder, shoving him down against the bed.]

Your back.

I want to sit on you while you take me into your mouth.

[Look. It's just really, really hot to see his Adrian take charge, okay? Talk about the difference of five or six years-- it's not like he was some wilting flower that summer, but on the other hand, it'd been Greed leading the way, telling them what to do and how to do it. This is new, and anything new is automatically intoxicating.

He's shoved against the bed, and oh, god, yeah, he's definitely hard now. His fingers scramble, pulling at the zipper, shoving it low on his hips-- if Adrian's gonna sit on him, he won't be able to reach, and that's as frustrating a thought as it is alluring.]

All the shit's where it used to be.

[Just in case he wants to, you know, add those to the mix.]

What a relief.

[And he watches as Greed works frantically to undress himself, and Adrian smiles sharply before he's reaching out to rub his index finger teasingly against the tip of Greed's cock.]

Excited? I am too.

[Adrian finishes undressing, leaving his clothes behind before he walks through Greed's room, largely unchanged for the past few years. He fetches some iron-based twine; it won't really hurt Greed, but it'll keep him from being able to break free easily. Better to tame him with.]

Arms up.

[Yes he's excited, he's excited for about ten different reasons, sexual and sentimental and everything in between-- but that's no reason for Adrian to point it out. With a little scowl he sits up on his elbows. It's a little easier to avoid sulkiness when Adrian is undressed; that, at least, is a hell of a sight.

He looks different, that's the first thing he notices. Not shockingly so, but he has grown. Filled out a lot more, gone from relatively slender to harder muscles. He walks more confidently, too: not the semi-gawkiness of youth, but rather like a man, absolutely fitting in his body.

And that ass is still pretty nice, too.

He slumps back down when Adrian comes back, but there's still a momentary hesitation before he complies. He trusts him, he does, but . . . well, shit. It's been five whole years, and Adrian might have forgiven him, but there's still a lot of anger there.

Oh, well. He'll probably enjoy it no matter what. Definitely the twine is a bit of a thrill; it's so heavy looping around his wrists, and he flexes his fingers, straining his wrists, testing the give.]

Be nice, now . . .

[He does not mean that at all.]

I'll think about it.

[No, he's not going to be nice at all.

Adrian arranges himself on top of Greed, settling down onto his chest. He scoots up, getting as close as he can to his mouth. Right now, his cock is half-hard, definitely looking forward to this.]

Have a taste, Greed.

Fuck--

[He breathes it out and lets his mouth drop open. Fingers curling eagerly, as he tips his head up and slips his tongue out. Drags it over the crown of his cock, over the top, before settling beneath as he wraps his lips around him.

And fucking hell but he's missed this-- missed sucking someone off, missed sucking Adrian off, missed the way his boy looks when he's sitting atop him, all lean and proud and pretty-- he moans, and it's not just to tease, it's a very real reaction. Greed's hips squirm, buck up, his arms already straining at the iron twine.]

❧ open rp - adrian/alucard

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