Slash Fic - Boyfriend - Greed/Kimbley R
Title: Boyfriend
Pairing: GreedxKimbley
Rating: ..Uh, light R?
Summary: Greed finds out about a certain blue eyed soldier
“Greed, get out” Kimbley didn’t look up when the door to his room was ripped from it’s hinges and only continued to stare blankly out the small rusty window, glass in his hand, dirty fingerprints around the rim.
He could hear the sin breathing hard, and practically feel the frustration seeping from his skin, but Kimbley was Kimbley and he quite honestly, didn’t give a flying fuck.
“No”
He turned that time, to cast an unimpressed look Greed’s way “You sure? Because I’d sure be happy if you did”
Greed took a step and glared harder at the alchemist, daring him to say something else, raising his right hand, eyes glinting as skin turned to steely black, sharp claws just begging to shred something. Kimbley sighed and sloshed the last remaining sip at the bottom of his glass around
“You sure are quiet, Dorochette not playing fetch today?”
Kimbley watched Greed’s face and refrained from clapping his hands in very obvious delight when a slight twitch in Greed’s left eye showed just how far the alchemist was getting to him.
Greed was standing directly in front of him now, and Kimbley cursed himself for not noticing him moving his feet, but it didn’t really matter because Kimbley was bored and Greed was there and his fingers were just itching to blow something up.
“Nice chatting with you Greed dear but I think you need to…” He was halfway between pressing his palms flat against Greed’s chest and finishing his sentence when to black clawed hands reached for him and tore him from his chair.
“Shut. The fuck. Up” Greed hisses, easily forcing Kimbley against the wall and crushing him against it with his own body weight.
It was only when Kimbley started going blue in the face that Greed loosened his grip slightly and seemed to relax immeasurably, so much so in fact, that he wrapped his arm around his alchemists waist and draped his other across his shoulders - keeping him where he wanted but not giving the man a chance to escape.
“So,” he began eagerly, his voice once again infuriatingly calm “I hear you’ve been making some deals behind my back. Got yourself a little boyfriend on the side Kimbley?”
Kimbley rolled his eyes “What the hell are you on about?”
Greed tightened his grip once more, reminding Kimbley that he still had claws and, as he dug them deeply in Kimbley’s side, that he was more then willing to use them.
“Archer wasn’t it? I hear he’s a charming guy, nice strong rank, pretty blue eyes”
Kimbley made no indication that he understood what Greed was saying, but Greed was more then willing to pry the confession from him - no matter what it took.
“You know what Kimbley, I’m bored. Let’s do something new”
Kimbley managed to choke out an “Oh? And what would that be?” before Greed had relocated him from standing upright to being crushed by the sin into the thin single bed that he’d been blessed with. Kimbley growled deep in his throat when claws tore his shirt away and a hungry mouth descended upon his neck, but couldn’t move his hands enough to do anything about it.
“Greed” he warned but all he got for his trouble was a harsh chuckle.
“Can that Archer of yours do this?” It took half a second for the rest of his clothes to join the shirt - as a pile of shredded cloth on the floor, and that hot mouth of Greed’s found its way lower.
Kimbley arched his back, his mouth open wide and eyes screwed shut, fighting for some control again but Greed had merely grinned and flicked his tongue out to lick again.
“Fuck you Greed” Kimbley groaned, and then let out a snarl when Greed merely shifted his upper body between Kimbley’s parted thighs and settled himself so that his head rested against the alchemists chest, Kimbley’s hands held above his head with only one of Greed’s clawed hands.
“You see, you are a smart boy after all, because that’s exactly what I plan to do”
Without any prior warning, or Kimbley supposed, that sentence should have been, Greed trailed his fingers along the sensitive flesh of Kimbley’s inner thigh, thin trails of red starting then seeping in little rivers across his skin.
Kimbley hissed and tried to move away, not quite liking the sensation when Greed abruptly moved his attention again and sucked hard against his throat again, pressing razor sharp teeth faintly against his skin, and flicking his tongue to lap up the thin sheen of sweat.
“Getting you all hot and bothered am I Kimbley?” he mused, and fuck him if he didn’t sound perfectly collected and not at all bothered by anything, but Kimbley would hardly give him the satisfaction.
Greed seemed to understand this and merely grinned, reaching down a hand, a perfectly human hand, to gently stroke. Slow, excruciating strokes that didn’t seem to do anything but remind Kimbley just how much he wanted this.
“Going to answer me now?” Kimbley glared and let a hiss escape his clenched teeth and Greed found this answer enough and moved to claim his lips.
Kimbley bit, and he bit hard, but Greed only bit harder still and drew back, spitting a mouthful of blood and wiping the trail away haphazardly with the back of his free hand.
“Now, now play nice”
“You aren’t”
Kimbley didn’t manage to catch himself before he made the remark and Greed found this utterly hilarious, grinning wildly he moved into kiss him again, the blood that smeared Kimbley’s lips this time reminding him of the helpless, dainty bar girls with their red painted lips.
He moved himself up a bit, so that he was lying flush against Kimbley’s thinner form and smirked in a cruel way.
It was once again, all the warning Kimbley got before Greed pressed his hips hard against the other mans and the answering cry was all he’d been expecting. What he hadn’t been however, was when Kimbley got a dangerous glint in his eyes and pushed back
“Please, Greed baby take me, take me!” He threw his head back dramatically and opened his mouth; cheeks flushed as they were and bared his throat “Take me Greed”
Greed snorted and dropped his arms, collapsing against Kimbley’s chest and letting out a long round of laughter.
“My god Kimbley, you really are too much” he sighed, shifting slightly so that Kimbley’s hands were out of the way again and reached up with his other to tangle his fingers through Kimbley’s hair.
Kimbley feigned innocent “Isn’t that what you wanted?”
Greed made an incoherent mumble that rumbled across Kimbley’s chest and Kimbley lost his previous expression in favour of a slightly smirking frown.
“What’s this all about are you really -oh”
He paused his interrogation when Greed’s hand found its way back to his cock and this time it was Greed who smiled innocently.
“You were saying?”
Kimbley managed a glare through half lidded eyes as only Kimbley could do and rolled his shoulders slightly, groaning loudly when Greed shifted against him again.
“You’re a bastard” Kimbley said lightly, struggling against Greed’s grip and silently asking for his hands to be released. Greed shrugged and let go, using his arm to support his weight and purring when Kimbley wrapped his arms around his neck.
Kimbley arched again and forced Greed into a messy kiss, all teeth and tongues and saliva before dropping his head back onto the mattress and asking in a breathy voice
“What do you want me to say to make you finish this?”
Greed laughed again, ah good, straight to the point.
“You’re mine” Kimbley thrust into Greed’s hand
“I’m what?”
“Mine”
Kimbley closed his eyes and moaned
“Since when?”
Greed paused and enjoyed the pained whimper that escaped Kimbley’s throat
“Since I said so”
Kimbley whimpered pitifully again and Greed smiled. “You’re fucking kidding me?”
Same smile.
“I’m yours, now will you fucking hurry up already!”
Greed happily did so and tore Kimbley into oblivion, using the moment of distraction, watching the pleasure rip through Kimbley’s skin and whispered against his throat
“Remember that, next time Archer fucks you”
Pairing: GreedxKimbley
Rating: ..Uh, light R?
Summary: Greed finds out about a certain blue eyed soldier
“Greed, get out” Kimbley didn’t look up when the door to his room was ripped from it’s hinges and only continued to stare blankly out the small rusty window, glass in his hand, dirty fingerprints around the rim.
He could hear the sin breathing hard, and practically feel the frustration seeping from his skin, but Kimbley was Kimbley and he quite honestly, didn’t give a flying fuck.
“No”
He turned that time, to cast an unimpressed look Greed’s way “You sure? Because I’d sure be happy if you did”
Greed took a step and glared harder at the alchemist, daring him to say something else, raising his right hand, eyes glinting as skin turned to steely black, sharp claws just begging to shred something. Kimbley sighed and sloshed the last remaining sip at the bottom of his glass around
“You sure are quiet, Dorochette not playing fetch today?”
Kimbley watched Greed’s face and refrained from clapping his hands in very obvious delight when a slight twitch in Greed’s left eye showed just how far the alchemist was getting to him.
Greed was standing directly in front of him now, and Kimbley cursed himself for not noticing him moving his feet, but it didn’t really matter because Kimbley was bored and Greed was there and his fingers were just itching to blow something up.
“Nice chatting with you Greed dear but I think you need to…” He was halfway between pressing his palms flat against Greed’s chest and finishing his sentence when to black clawed hands reached for him and tore him from his chair.
“Shut. The fuck. Up” Greed hisses, easily forcing Kimbley against the wall and crushing him against it with his own body weight.
It was only when Kimbley started going blue in the face that Greed loosened his grip slightly and seemed to relax immeasurably, so much so in fact, that he wrapped his arm around his alchemists waist and draped his other across his shoulders - keeping him where he wanted but not giving the man a chance to escape.
“So,” he began eagerly, his voice once again infuriatingly calm “I hear you’ve been making some deals behind my back. Got yourself a little boyfriend on the side Kimbley?”
Kimbley rolled his eyes “What the hell are you on about?”
Greed tightened his grip once more, reminding Kimbley that he still had claws and, as he dug them deeply in Kimbley’s side, that he was more then willing to use them.
“Archer wasn’t it? I hear he’s a charming guy, nice strong rank, pretty blue eyes”
Kimbley made no indication that he understood what Greed was saying, but Greed was more then willing to pry the confession from him - no matter what it took.
“You know what Kimbley, I’m bored. Let’s do something new”
Kimbley managed to choke out an “Oh? And what would that be?” before Greed had relocated him from standing upright to being crushed by the sin into the thin single bed that he’d been blessed with. Kimbley growled deep in his throat when claws tore his shirt away and a hungry mouth descended upon his neck, but couldn’t move his hands enough to do anything about it.
“Greed” he warned but all he got for his trouble was a harsh chuckle.
“Can that Archer of yours do this?” It took half a second for the rest of his clothes to join the shirt - as a pile of shredded cloth on the floor, and that hot mouth of Greed’s found its way lower.
Kimbley arched his back, his mouth open wide and eyes screwed shut, fighting for some control again but Greed had merely grinned and flicked his tongue out to lick again.
“Fuck you Greed” Kimbley groaned, and then let out a snarl when Greed merely shifted his upper body between Kimbley’s parted thighs and settled himself so that his head rested against the alchemists chest, Kimbley’s hands held above his head with only one of Greed’s clawed hands.
“You see, you are a smart boy after all, because that’s exactly what I plan to do”
Without any prior warning, or Kimbley supposed, that sentence should have been, Greed trailed his fingers along the sensitive flesh of Kimbley’s inner thigh, thin trails of red starting then seeping in little rivers across his skin.
Kimbley hissed and tried to move away, not quite liking the sensation when Greed abruptly moved his attention again and sucked hard against his throat again, pressing razor sharp teeth faintly against his skin, and flicking his tongue to lap up the thin sheen of sweat.
“Getting you all hot and bothered am I Kimbley?” he mused, and fuck him if he didn’t sound perfectly collected and not at all bothered by anything, but Kimbley would hardly give him the satisfaction.
Greed seemed to understand this and merely grinned, reaching down a hand, a perfectly human hand, to gently stroke. Slow, excruciating strokes that didn’t seem to do anything but remind Kimbley just how much he wanted this.
“Going to answer me now?” Kimbley glared and let a hiss escape his clenched teeth and Greed found this answer enough and moved to claim his lips.
Kimbley bit, and he bit hard, but Greed only bit harder still and drew back, spitting a mouthful of blood and wiping the trail away haphazardly with the back of his free hand.
“Now, now play nice”
“You aren’t”
Kimbley didn’t manage to catch himself before he made the remark and Greed found this utterly hilarious, grinning wildly he moved into kiss him again, the blood that smeared Kimbley’s lips this time reminding him of the helpless, dainty bar girls with their red painted lips.
He moved himself up a bit, so that he was lying flush against Kimbley’s thinner form and smirked in a cruel way.
It was once again, all the warning Kimbley got before Greed pressed his hips hard against the other mans and the answering cry was all he’d been expecting. What he hadn’t been however, was when Kimbley got a dangerous glint in his eyes and pushed back
“Please, Greed baby take me, take me!” He threw his head back dramatically and opened his mouth; cheeks flushed as they were and bared his throat “Take me Greed”
Greed snorted and dropped his arms, collapsing against Kimbley’s chest and letting out a long round of laughter.
“My god Kimbley, you really are too much” he sighed, shifting slightly so that Kimbley’s hands were out of the way again and reached up with his other to tangle his fingers through Kimbley’s hair.
Kimbley feigned innocent “Isn’t that what you wanted?”
Greed made an incoherent mumble that rumbled across Kimbley’s chest and Kimbley lost his previous expression in favour of a slightly smirking frown.
“What’s this all about are you really -oh”
He paused his interrogation when Greed’s hand found its way back to his cock and this time it was Greed who smiled innocently.
“You were saying?”
Kimbley managed a glare through half lidded eyes as only Kimbley could do and rolled his shoulders slightly, groaning loudly when Greed shifted against him again.
“You’re a bastard” Kimbley said lightly, struggling against Greed’s grip and silently asking for his hands to be released. Greed shrugged and let go, using his arm to support his weight and purring when Kimbley wrapped his arms around his neck.
Kimbley arched again and forced Greed into a messy kiss, all teeth and tongues and saliva before dropping his head back onto the mattress and asking in a breathy voice
“What do you want me to say to make you finish this?”
Greed laughed again, ah good, straight to the point.
“You’re mine” Kimbley thrust into Greed’s hand
“I’m what?”
“Mine”
Kimbley closed his eyes and moaned
“Since when?”
Greed paused and enjoyed the pained whimper that escaped Kimbley’s throat
“Since I said so”
Kimbley whimpered pitifully again and Greed smiled. “You’re fucking kidding me?”
Same smile.
“I’m yours, now will you fucking hurry up already!”
Greed happily did so and tore Kimbley into oblivion, using the moment of distraction, watching the pleasure rip through Kimbley’s skin and whispered against his throat
“Remember that, next time Archer fucks you”