paixaorpg | The gift that keeps on giving [Completed]

The gift that keeps on giving [Completed]

Character(s): Greed and Tira
Content: Greed becomes acquainted with Tira, his "gift" from Ansem.
Setting: A cage in the lower section of the "Fortress of Darkniss™"
Time: Late monday night
Warnings: Blood... probably a lot, in fact this thread is probably NSFW (NOT SAFE FOR WORK)

Possession, a principle part of greed and oddly enough, it was itself in possession of the Homunculi’s thoughts at the moment.

Greed pushed through the confusing corridors and quickly dropped the scientist to where he could get about his work. Greed was, after all, more than sped by future prospects.

From what he had seen of this… mad-girl, she was definitely intriguing, she carried an air of playful disdain and shared a favorable trait, a love of darkness.

Though currently, Greed saw only one thing as important, she was nearly falling out of that shirt!

If no more, she was at least good for that much.

He stepped into the vast laboratory underground, black slate and tile everywhere, again.

Greed thought to himself about how Ansem may be great and powerful, but he was not suited as an interior decorator.

There in a corner, a spacious cage set, its captive had strewn herself about it and, from a distance, looked rather like a lizard in a similar situation.

The cage itself was accommodating in size, and very efficient, it had no door, instead the bars bent to Greed’s presence as he stepped through it and snapped back into place as soon as he fit.

Coughing to clear his throat, Greed prepared his traditional greeting, “Hi there, my name’—“

However, he was cut short by a manic laugh and a rather large blade that now sat dug through his upper shoulder, collar bone, trapezius, major pectoral, a couple ribs and, had he a heart, it would now have a major artery overflowing back into itself to slowly suffocate his body. It was a brilliant cut, which would’ve brought any average man to hours of cold helpless agony before dieing.

Greed turned his head to look at the biting circlet, now submerged into the flesh below his deltoid.

“Well, what’d you go and do that for?” He asked, rather un-phased, but kind of peeved and very curious.

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Tira had been furious, to be brushed aside like such common filth. When she finally saw movement, she didn't wait or ask questions.

What? He was still standing? She raised an eyebrow, followed by a slow, wry, smirk. "Oooohhh..."

She was dwarfed by her visitor, Tira stared up at him with an odd mixture of agitation and curiosity. Even still, her expression was visibly excited, somewhat akin to a little girl who'd just gotten a pony for her birthday.

"I wanted to play!" She giggled, lowering her head somewhat so that her bluish hair slipped into her eyes, they never broke contact with his. The possibility of his death was all she could think of- it made her ravenous for the sensation.

Tira flung herself at him, her fingers dug at the wound. She grabbed the ring blade and pressed down- throwing her weight into it. "Does it huuuuurt?" she cooed into his ear. "Tell me it huuurts."

"Yeah, now get offa me”, Greed growled, swatting at the witch with his functional arm.

He hadn't expected things to go anything like this, although the fact that she had such an instrument of carnage SHOULD have been a pretty good hint.

"If you’re looking to kill me, you're in for a biter surprise. It takes a lot more than I think you can muster." He shrouded his good hand in carbon shielding and grasped the ring, ripping it slowly from within himself, his bones musculature falling back into proper placement as the peculiar knife gave way to their native locations.

With a sickening twist, the steel pulled free, He tossed it to the other side of the room, challenging Tira, "come at me all you like... and when you're too tired to continue, I'll begin from where I was interrupted."

It was a trick, it had to be a trick. Tira's jaw hung loosely as she stared at Greed. No, it's not fair- it wasn't fair! She felt sick, clutching her stomach and stumbling backward onto the floor. Her work, her beautiful work! Confusing thoughts swam through her head, filtering down into her psyche.

She scooted away, feeling behind her blindly for her blade- suddenly painfully aware of her situation. She dared not turn her back to him. These last few scraps of sanity that still rattled around in her brain gave her fleeting moments of clarity.

Fear flicked for an instant across her face, a twitch- and it was gone. Fear? It felt alien to her, angered her. ...Rage. It was vaguely comforting, the only familiar feeling in this place.

The girl stayed low -in a defensive stance- finally grasping the ring blade in her hands, "What do you want?" she growled through clenched teeth.

Her hands clenched the ring blade a little too roughly, she had to keep control- had to keep from shaking- had to wait to see what he would do. Blood dripped through the edges of her gloves as she clenched the blade with a vice grip.

Attacking him again would've been stupid, but the urge to kill pulled at her stomach. .. a small smile flashed across her face. It would be so fun to see just how much damage he could take... she took in a long shuddering breath at the thought.

She's hesitating, thinking... maybe, I should poke her a bit? yeah...

"Oh, are you done already", He called slyly "I can hold still for you while you swing, or maybe... A pose!"

...maybe that was a bit much...

Greed assumed a stance similar to that of man about to be hit by a car and seemed to thoroughly enjoy the idea of poses as he continued to go on.

"no? something more... terrified, maybe?"

Greed assumed a fetal position and raised one arm over his face in mock cowardice.

"no no no, this is no good, let's try a totally different direction."

Greed reeled himself out sprawling across the slick black floor, reaching out in a false terror with one arm and making a sort of "insert blade here" motion with his other.

He was like a cat batting around a defenseless mouse... Tira had never been on this side of it before. She growled wordlessly- unable to contain her rage.

This was stupid, so stupid! She couldn't kill an enemy that could heal his own wounds, and he mocked her for it.

Greed lay recumbent before her, waiting. That was it!

Her world blackened for a moment, then- she landed on his stomach, a small bloody hand wrapping around his throat. The force of her body slamming into his made them both slide across the slick floor, crashing into the bars behind them; with Tira on him, the door-less cage wouldn't open. Her mind grew foggy on the details, unaware of the actions she was taking as she wrapped her legs around his body.

"More! Give me more! I want to see blood~" Her voice oozed with sweetness. Her eyes were wide, mouth open as she licked the green lipstick on her lips with want.

A flash of silver, her ring blade fluidly connected with his chest. She leaned through the ring as she forced her weight onto it, leering down at him. The ring bit into his flesh -just under both shoulders- with a low squelching crunch. She gave a satisfied grunt, her mouth forming into an 'o'.

He would heal, in the back of her mind she knew this... the prospect of being able to play all she wanted without having to worry of his death excited her.

Well, it worked, Greed's stand-offish taunts had brought him just what he was asking for.

Now that he was here, he tried to peicectogether enough coherent thought to wonder why he had even wanted it, but that was impossible now, he was after all splitting in two. the natural responces of a humanoid body sought to cut off his consciousness, protect the mind, but his homunculi aspects fought to keep the primal mind focused on regeneration, this much was common, but another force pushed with all its might with its own unfamiliar instinct, surround, saturate, envelop. It was the instinct of the heartless, endowed by darkness, and it was visible in their every move.

In all this turmoil, Greed could do next to nothing, he gasped vicously against his own blood seeping up his throat, he raised an arm, trying to grab in mild protest and it was promptly lopped off in responce, immediatly melting into a thin pool of translucent red liquid.

Loosely aware, one of Greed's eyes lazed towards the direction of the now missing arm, glimpsing it slightly before his vision faded to infinite black.

A voice privately gave its assurances to Greed "She will tire, do not worry, we will never die and we will never grow tired."

Tira moaned, her body shuddering as she continued to rip into his flesh. Much to her anger, his wounds would close up almost as soon as she removed her weapon.

"Don't bother pretending..." Her voice was breathy, caught up in the moment. "I know you're still alive~" She cackled as she felt him struggle underneath her, bucking her hips against him.

Tira concentrated on his face, obsessed with any small expression of panic or pain, she was enthralled- this man... he could take her worst and still live. She lost moments of awareness, her vision flashed on his face, his wounds... the look of flesh as she ripped into him. She was enraptured in this moment- It was so beautiful (http://s52.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=3SBNSQ8JV1GAK3G5HK19LQHXUW)!

She concentrated on her work, continuing on for what seemed like a very long time. Cutting into him with deep, long passes of her blade- only vaguely aware that his wounds had begun to seep... they were starting not to heal.

Lost to her own devices, she arched her back in ecstasy- the ring blade was pulled around her waist and sliced into his legs as she toppled backwards. A moment passed, her vision finally clearing- his wounds were still there... for the most part.

Tira giggled, pushing herself back up with her hands but soon realizing she couldn't support her own weight- she toppled numbly onto his still-open chest. She took a long shuddering breath, they both smelled of death. It was distinct and intoxicating, familiar... yet alien in the same moment. Her body twitched involuntarily as she attempted to catch her breath.

"I know..." she panted, giggling darkly. "I know you can still hear me..." Tira shuddered- unable to lift her head, she pouted. "I really hope I didn't break you already~!"

in response, something twitched and the face began to return, first flesh, then skin.

"Not at all" , the head spoke and slipped into a smug grin "not at all."

Rather slowly, an arm formed, wrapped around the girl who had collapsed in her own exctasy. Slowly, the mess creeped together, ever slowly gaining form more and more similar to that it originally posessed.

Greed was washed over with waves of feeling strangely content, something very uncharactaristic of himself. This girl reminded him of a few people from his past, maybe it was nostalgia, maybe it was the blood loss, who knows?

"So, I take it you enjoyed killing me, you can try again later, if you'd like, but first I want to get a few things out of the way, My name is Greed, I don't think I've heard yours."

Tira sighed luxuriously as she pulled her head up to look back at his face, her eyes glossed over with a bliss that was already starting to fade at the edges. She wriggled against his body, running her fingers playfully across chest.

Her blood-lust had been momentarily calmed, madness ebbing in her expression. "Hnnn..." She stretched, her body echoing that of a flexible cat. "I'm glad~" Her voice lilted on the word 'glad', a giggle apparent in her words again.

She wanted to get closer, dragging her tiny body up the length of his. Still-bloody hands rested on his re-formed shoulders, her arms trembled as she forced her upper body up. The girl's shoulders formed into a shrug as she locked her elbows into place, pulling her shredded shirt into an awkward (and practically useless) position.

"Greeed, huh?" she leered down at him, teeth flashing white. "I like that." Her girlish laugh floated into the air, "I'm Tiraa~" she held the last vowel with a sigh, eyes flashing.

"Tira, huh? Sounds alright." ,The head spoke, finding it easier to speak as his ribs re-aligned.
"Well, Tira, how'd you like to come along with me? I can promise you'll see and probably get to inflict a good share of suffering."
-He played his business card, he had bait already, but paused before adding.

"The way things seem to be heading now, you'll get to see collapse and destruction of an entire world."

"Hnnnn~" She made a small noise of approval as she watched his body slowly reform.

"An entire world?" she smiled inquisitively. "Oh! Really? I'm so excited!" Her expression turned rabid, a dark look of joy blossoming across her face.

She kicked up her legs into the air, swinging them back and forth as she grinned down at Greed. For the first time since she'd met him, she looked her age. Her face eerily echoed an innocence she'd never really had.

"I get to stay with you, and play all I want?" her face was smug, "Just say the word, and I'm yours."

"Good" Greed's grin grew wider and wider. "That's what I like to hear."

and with rapier speed and cunning, he firmly placed his hand up to hold the back of her head and dashed in for a quick well placed kiss targeted expertly to take advantage oft her smug expression.

Peeling slowly from her green lips her gave notice, so as to erase all possible doubts "You're mine."

She cackled in surprise -like a ticklish child- as she ground her hips into his lower body. Her voice still sounded excited- but was now hushed and breathy.

Violet eyes scrutinized the tall man underneath her before her smirk returned to a flashing grin.

"What would you have of me?"

"All of you", he chuckled, moving his hands lower "I'll have every last ounce you offer up to me."

They were like cats who had just found a mouse, toying and batting about at the other, but, slowly but surely, things were getting done. Greed's sharps hand snaked more and more down Tira's back, tracing the edges of his claws along her spine. He was greedy, yes, but indulgent in what he had as well.

"Hnn~ I'm glad..." She sighed cheerfully, clinging to his chest. He seemed to have fully healed, and now that he was touching her -somewhat inappropriately- she was too tired and too buzzed to care/notice/do anything.

She wriggled her body against his in a hyper-active manner, not really realizing- or not really caring about his reaction. His hands drew lower, and she purred somewhere in the back of her throat.

Tira nuzzled her head against his jaw- seemingly harmless. Perhaps it would be better to compare her to a kitten?

"Tell me, Greed~" she giggled, her voice comparable to cheerful mews. "I'm not going to be stuck in the cage forever, am I? Won't you show me more of this world?"

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