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WHO: Envy (

fluidshape), the Corinthian (

oculiform)
WHERE: mostly around the outskirts.
WHEN: 8:30 PM →, Saturday night.
WARNINGS: prrrrooobably gonna get at least a little suggestive on Cori's part.
SUMMARY: LET'S GET WASTED AND RECKLESS
FORMAT: whatever

Sure, once he got his proper paychecks he'd start going along with the system the waking world had set up. All dependent on some paper and metal. But for now, the Corinthian had no qualm with simply taking something he wanted. The car - some 70s-model black Chevelle that caught his eye amidst the myriad of wavy, metallic things. It'd be totaled by the end of the night, regardless. The booze - three bottles of Stoli jacked right from some one night stand's freezer earlier in the morning as he left. Apart from that, a pair of Absolut he'd bought himself in the past week. It wouldn't surprise him if they burned through the alcohol with little to no effect, being what they were, but it was a good idea to stock up anyway.

As soon as the car had been successfully broken into and hotwired he tore out of the parking space and made to get out of the denser area of the City. Went directly to the spot he'd told his current date to be waiting, a relatively empty district near the edge of the City.

There was somewhat of a plan tonight, though it was only loosely put together and would likely unfold itself with the present. Unpredictability was always better.

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Those eyes were the only real thing about Envy. Homunculus eyes. Everything else was designed by his mind, a preferred disguise made to fit the monster's idea of what might be beautiful. To hide his real face. But no face nor form could ever truly hide the shade of cruelty in his dark smile, making it sharp when that wide mouth spread open to show teeth. The attention made moody Envy more agreeable, but he never stopped being malicious.

He couldn't remember the last time he let someone exist so close to him without trying to kill them. He half-wondered idly, out of habit, if he should try. Violence was near and dear to his heart. But, how could he? Feeling wanted was such a rare pleasure. It fed the insatiable, unrelenting black hole of his namesake hunger. (He hated to admit it, but he hated being denied it even more.)

Envy leaned forward to meet the Corinthian halfway, feeling the movement straining the captured threads of his hair. His expression was somewhere between curious and cautious-- always, always suspicious-- as his hands found possessive purchase in the nightmare's clothes. Each elegant finger hid superhuman strength, docile now but so easily turned feral. His silver tongue was a flash of color, absently wetting his lower lip.

Envy's movement was little more than an invitation for the Corinthian to close the distance, nearly attacking his mouth with his own tongue, bearing down with a violent kiss. The hand upon his leg dug its nails down just a bit, dragging away from the closest source of heat before sliding back upward. Investigating his mouth, tasting him and scrutinizing those oh so tempting windows to the soul that were so close now. At the moment he had less desire to harvest the eyes, rather, he'd go with the flow of this far more normal interaction. For kicks. Then decide if he'd truly disobey his lord once again.

The other hand slowly fell away from the dark tangles of his hair, instead moving down Envy's neck and back but slowly and deliberately. Assault him with sensations, yeah. He knew Envy wasn't really human, and one thought was if he did shit like this - was physically able to, even.

Fingers had drifted up to the waistline of the homunculus' pants, wanting access.

Guess he'd find out.

His body was surprisingly human. Improved through alchemy, but convincing. The forbidden arts had created his form carefully, mimicking biological details to the heat of his skin, every inhale-exhale, and the slightly hastened beating of that unnecessary heart. His reaction to being touched. So few things gave him away-- his eyes, the faint chemical taste of his mouth. His powers, if he chose to use them. But for a dead thing, for sack of organs held together only by flawed Philosopher's stones, he was a clever imitation of warm, throbbing life.

His kisses were barely that, all tongue and sharp monster teeth. He thrived on the taste of violence. Demanded it with his mouth. You didn't live four hundred years without learning intimately what your body craved, and oh, how this sin knew how to crave. Of all of them, he was the worst. Wrath, lust, pride, and greed, all wrapped in shapechanging flesh. A hateful little package.

But the darkness reflected in his eyes now wasn't hate. It was more dangerous than that. It was the desire to possess.

"You're not worried at all, are you?" the homunculus mused, his voice all deceptive velvet. He slid into the Corinthian's chair as he spoke, settling on top of his legs. With deft and deadly hands, Envy undid the front of his own pants. "That I'll try something. Are you really that powerful, or do you just want it that badly?"

In favor of this new development his hands went covetously around Envy's hips, pulling him forward, still focused intently on his vibrant eyes. His vision could only be felt, hardly seen with the twin rows of teeth stuck in the sockets. That alone should be powerful enough, boring into those pretty violet things.

"Not really," he replied, sounding much more indifferent than he actually was. Yes, he had no fear. Yes, he wanted that one physical act that living things held in the highest regard. Yes, badly. It was all out or nothing. The Corinthian was never one to have shame, nor one to deny himself gratifying things.

Taking a cue from Envy's action, his fingers hooked around the waistline again and tugged, creeping closer to the center, toward that torrid spot.

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god this tag...

/uselessly smashes fingers into keyboard all day :V

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