AN: I love the show "Soap." Billy Crystal rules. :3
Anyway... here is chapter two. There's a little bit of sensual feeling-upedness and lovey-doveyness. But, then again, I suppose if you're reading this, that's what you'd be looking for. C:
So, without further disruption, read chapter two and REVIEW!! Please...? 'w'
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist, Greed, Kimbley, or any of its characters. ...Or Soap. I don't own that either. D:
Month 2, Day 17
Something was horribly, terribly wrong.
And Kimbley knew it was Greed's doing.
At first, he thought it had been some allergic reaction to something; maybe he was just having a small flu or fever.
But no.
Once the random cravings for food had kicked in and the constant wave of the need to vomit settled over like a black cloud twenty-four-seven, he knew there was something wrong.
And Greed knew exactly what it was.
Clapping together his hands and pressing them to the sin's locked door, the thing shattered into a billion pieces and left the alchemist breathing hard. It had taken more out of him than what was the norm.
Whores scattered and fled out the shattered remnants of the door. There Kimbley could see the Homunculus sprawled out under the sheets, hickeys littering his neck, chest, and shoulders. He seemed unfazed, though, as the alchemist drew near and hovered threateningly over him.
"I want to know what the Hell is going on," the bomber demanded, his voice shaking. "Gaining fourteen pounds in a month isn't something that just happens."
Greed chuckled and, in a fit of confusion and rage, Kimbley launched onto him, both hands clasped firmly to the sin's pectorals.
"What the Hell did you do to me?!" he screamed, pressing his palms tighter to Greed's skin.
"Oh come now, Crimson, I didn't know you'd get so bent out of shape over—"
"Shut your damn mouth. You—you—"
Kimbley was silenced as Greed forced their lips together. Deviously the sin pulled Kimbley close until the alchemist had to straddle him to keep their lips locked.
Kimbley hated to admit it, but he loved kissing that freak oh-so much.
Greed's hands were moving dangerously low, sliding here-and-there to earn a moan from the mad-bomber on top of him.
Pulling his tongue from the Homunculus's mouth, the alchemist grimaced with a deep sigh.
"…Freak."
Resting his hands on Kimbley's hips, the sin sighed as well.
"Fine, then, I suppose you don't want to know what's wrong with you," Greed cooed, a smirk planted on his lips.
"So you do know what's wrong with me…?"
"Well of course I know; I was going to tell you, but you so rudely interrupted. Perhaps I'll care to reiterate, for, say, another one of those kisses, hnn…?" the Homunculus purred with a disarming smile.
Kimbley simply rolled his eyes though, and, pushing his fingertips to Greed's collarbone, he blew the sin to pieces.
The alchemist stumbled from the room, energy drained, leaving the bloodied and dismantled Homunculus to recompose himself.
Month 2, Day 30The end of the month had come and still Kimbley was no closer to solving the riddle of his drastic weight-gain. In a way, he knew exactly what was going on, but would hardly admit that it was even a possibility. There was just no way in Hell.
Staring up at the ceiling of his room, watching the sluggish revolution of the fan-blade, he convinced himself that there was just no way it could happen. No way!
But in his mind, the odds kept piling up.
He turned on his side, closed his eyes, and clutched his stomach. Feelings his insides churning, he immediately drew his hands away as if he had touched a hot stove.
"Good morning, my dear little alchemist!" came Greed's chipper voice through the doorway after it had been maliciously banged open.
Obviously, it was "barge-in-and-bug-Kimbley" time.
"What the Hell do you want?" the alchemist questioned irritably, not really wishing to tangle with the Ultimate Shield at this present time.
"Oh darling, why is it that you insist on depriving yourself of Greed's good ole hospitality, hnn? Honestly, it's not healthy to mope around so… mopey-like," the sin was saying as he sauntered over to Kimbley's bed and took a seat. His whole weight made the bed shift, and the alchemist fidgeted uncomfortably, annoyed.
"I don't want your hospitality, I just… want to be left alone," Kimbley mumbled against his pillow, hoping the Homunculus would take the hint and leave.
Instead, Greed crawled over to the disgruntled man and wrapped his arms around his smaller form from behind.
"Don't be so cold, Crimson," the sin whispered into Kimbley's ear as he brushed back a few strands of charcoal-blue hair with a gentle finger. He other hand had decided to occupy itself by sliding over the mad-bomber's chest, down his ribcage, and finally resting itself on his stomach.
"You'd better be taking good care of yourself," Greed cooed into Kimbley's ear, a somewhat demanding tone burning at the edges of his voice.
The alchemist sat up abruptly, suspicious of the comment. After a time, he could no longer look at Greed and questioned, "What have you done to me…?" as quietly as he could manage without his voice quaking in fear at the answer.
Greed allowed a shrug and slunk off the bed. Obviously, he was no longer in favor of the human.
"I have honored you with a privilege. Whether or not you like it, you'll be putting up with it for quite a while longer," the Homunculus answered coolly as his glasses were slid up the bridge of his nose and hands were buried in pockets.
"Give it to me straight you—you freak!"
For a moment, Kimbley could see Greed flinch, as though he had physically hit him, but his shield of confidence was drawn back up quickly.
"Admit it, Crimson, I'm no more a freak than you are," Greed reflected knowingly, defiant violet locking to wavering gold. "Besides, you like it."
Kimbley bit his lip, then quickly shot back, "Don't change the subject!" just to save face.
With a nonchalant finger, Greed adjusted his glasses.
"Why should I have to 'give it to you straight?' You already know damn well what's wrong with you."
Before Kimbley could remark to Greed's words, the Homunculus retreated and slammed the door irritably behind him.
Damn that sin.
Damn him and his constant ability to cop out of giving answers.
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