Each individual chapter will have a different rating, different pairings, different spoilers, and a different setting and timeline. Multiple people were involved in writing this fic, I do not claim to have written anything other than my own characters. I do however claim to have come up with the plot, story idea, and organizing it all. The others who write characters in this fic are well aware that I am posting it, and contribute willingly. This fic is an ongoing project with an unknown number of parts, with alternate storyline as of the fifth laboratory incident. Enjoy!

Notes for this chapter: Continuation on previous chapter, split for weird reasons I forgot.


Deceit Comes Knocking II

Rating: PG-13/R (For language, mostly, implied sexual activities)
Pairings: GreedxChimeras, one sided KimbleyxGreed
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.
Spoilers: None.
Setting: Devil's Nest/Dublith.
Timeline: Not long after Ed went splodey.


Dorochet clapped a hand over his mouth and tried very hard not to laugh at Kimbley's expression. Antagonizing strangers was bad enough -- Kimbley was supposed to be on their side, so he would at least try to keep the peace. Didn't make it any less funny, though.

The Crimson Alchemist scowled at the words and made a mock display of wiping his cheek with the back of his hand. "Che...whatever..." Hand back in his pocket again, Kimbley shot another glare at the Homunculus. "Call me sweetheart again and I'll blow that smirk off your face..."

"You don't wanna be my sweetheart?" Greed asked, smirking lightly "Alright, alright." he conceeded "you're not my sweetheart. You could never be my sweetheart. There is nothing in you that even remotely resembles someone who would be my sweetheart." He hooked his arm around Kimbley's waist, the other mirroring the action around Dorochet's. "Shall we off to home then, boys?" he asked, looking over his shoulder at Martel and Dorochet "How about it, home now," he swiveled his head to look at Kimbley "sweetheart?"

"Yeah, sure," Dorochet said, wrapping an arm around Greed in return, trying to keep it casual -- and trying not to touch Kimbley any more than he had to. "Take us home." He grinned. "Daddy."

For a good three seconds, Kimbley was seriously considering removing his hands from his pockets, and for a good ten more, he was debating on which part of Greed's body he'd transmute into a bomb this time...

"Ch..." He didn't bother satisfying that with a more long winded reply, and simply settled for what was going on, albeit he didn't look fond of it.

Kimbley would blow HIMSELF up before he ever humored Greed with the words 'master' or even more frightening, 'daddy'...If Dorochet wanted to lower himself to that level, let him, Kimbley would have no part in this little game of family...

Martel didn't mind being called "one of the boys" by now. In fact, she liked it. After all, most of her friends, no wait, all of her friends were male, so she was naturally referred to as part of their group. And their antics amused her. She smirked, waving a hand at them. "Dorochet may be your puppy, but I wouldn't call you Daddy even if you paid me. Sorry Greed. I could deal with something else, just... not Daddy," she admitted, a hand on her hip, walking alongside them.

"Puppy?" Dorochet echoed, glancing over at Martel. He looked back at Greed with a smile. "I'm your puppy?"

"Oh...please...spare the mush..." Kimbley rolled his eyes, pondering for a little while what to do when they got back.

Greed grinned, letting of Kimbley's waist to bring a finger up under Dorochet's chin "Sure thing, you can be my puppy" he leered.

Turning to face Martel, he gave her a smug look "Alright, I'm not your Daddy. What about 'handler'. Snakes have handlers, right?"

Martel paused for a few minutes in thought. She smirked and shrugged, replying, "Okay, that I could live with."

Somewhere in the back of Kimbley's mind, he was remotely aware of some sort of growing hatred for both of the chimeras...though he wasn't really sure why.

He wanted to make a snide comment about pets, but for once he couldn't think of one, so he shut his mouth before he blurted out nothing, which, coincidentally, probably came across as utter brain freeze at trying to make a witty comeback. Which it was. Kimbley wasn't too happy about that.

Greed paused for half a second, dropping he and Dorochet back until Martel was level with them, then wrapped his now-free arm around her shoulders. "Excellent. I promise I'll be the best handler you've ever had, sweetness." he grinned at her, then sighed happily. "This has been a productive day. I'm a snake handler and a daddy to a puppy" he squeezed both of his arms, giving his chimeras an awkward sort of hug. "Good day indeed."

"Ch..." Kimbley cracked his neck and kept walking, as though nothing phased him at all.

But really he was starting to get seriously pissed at the chimeras...he still didn't get why..

Martel chuckled softly, slipping her arm around his hip. She felt too at ease with him to resist. "Congratulations then, handler."

Dorochet glanced over at Martel, on Greed's other side. "When you said his plan for the day was to try to get in my pants..." He shrugged, grinning. "Looks like you weren't giving him quite enough credit for living up to his name."

Greed laughed. "Obviously. I wouldn't be Greed if I just settled for one, right?" he grinned at them, sharp teeth bared "Soooo...what are you two doing when we get home?" He winked, his fingers rubbing idly against Martel's shoulder and Dorochet's waist.

Kimbley clenched his fists inside his pockets, gritting his teeth to avoid making some overly jackass comment and pissing everybody off, hell he'd had enough of Martel being pissed this morning...feh...

He took off, walking at a slightly quick pace to work off some frustration, heading back for the Nest, alone.

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"Personally, I'm planning a hot shower. After that..." Martel smirked and shrugged. "Who knows, really. Can never tell, living with people like I do."

Dorochet swallowed hard. Greed seemed to maybe almost mean it... "I don't have any plans. ...You have something in mind?"

Greed smirked "I'm intrigued by this shower idea of Martel's." he tipped his head "I don't know if we could fit all four of us in that shower, though..."

Greed seemed to be joking, for now. He always did things like this. So Martel played along, smirking and waving a hand, absentmindedly tucking a finger through his belt loop. "I don't know... maybe a hotel then? They've always got huge bathrooms."

"Huge bathrooms and nice-smelling soap," Dorochet amended. "How about it, boss? Gonna spring for a nice hotel to take us back to?"

Turning all three of them around, Greed laughed affectionately. "Nothing is too good for my people. If they want a fancy hotel shower to fuck in, then a fancy hotel shower they shall have." With that, Greed steered them off down the way they'd come, back towards the commercial section of Dublith, looking for a swanky hotel to shack up in.

Martel blinked. Okay, Greed was starting to seem pretty serious about it now... She closed her eyes briefly, curling her finger in his belt loop a little more. If Greed wanted her, he could have her. It was that simple, or so she convinced herself. She probably wouldn't even realize it until afterwards. She opened her eyes again, and glanced at her companions. No... she doubted she'd mind this, she decided with a smile.

What a picture they must make, Dorochet thought, walking down the street like this, Greed holding them both close like -- like they belonged to him. Which...wasn't too far from the truth, after all.

And hell, that wasn't a bad thing to be, either. He leaned in a little closer to Greed with a smile.

Greed smiled to himself, pleased at these tiny posessive touches from his chimeras, and continued on happily down the street.

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Reaching a decently posh looking hotel, Greed bypassed the reception desk, trotting up the stairs, arms still hooked around his chimeras. Reaching the landing he randomly chose a direction, walking until he reached a room. This one looked good. It didn't really matter.

Dropping his arms, he reached forward and lightly rapped on the door. A few scuffling sounds later and it opened to reveal a confused looking man in a bad suit. "What--" he started, only to cut off as Greed's hand wrapped around his throat. "Sorry, but we need the room." he explained, pushing the man back into the room with the grip around his neck, not looking sorry at all. He tipped his head, indicating the interior of the room "Make yourselves comfortable" he directed the chimeras, watching with a hungry smile as the man scrabbled and clawed against the hand around his throat.

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Body stowed safely in the closet, Greed surveyed the room, hands on his hips. "Hm, yeah, this'll do. Anyone check the bathroom yet?"

Martel opened the door to the bathroom, glancing inside. A spacious bath with an adjoining shower, and elegant tan tiling around the entire room. Soft towels were piled on the sink, with more amenities than anyone could ever dream of. She glanced back out, smirking a bit. "I think we'll find it to our liking, sir," she commented, gesturing inside.

Dorochet ducked his head in and looked in the bathroom. He whistled, impressed -- two showerheads, gray marble, more than enough space. "Boss, we coulda brought Law with us and we'd still have enough room in there."

Greed laughed, sticking his head into the bathroom to check it out as well. "Damn, you're right. We coulda had ourselves a regular orgy." He grinned, giving his two chimeras a gentle push to their backs, moving them into the room.

Martel slipped inside, lifting one foot from her boot with a slick, slithering movement, and then the other, pushing them to the side. She shuddered at the feel of the cold tile under her small feet, hissing softly.

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Kimbley on the other hand, was starting to get restless back at the bar, squinting at the label on the third bottle he'd pulled down tonight.

Unable to read it, he resolved to just down it like the rest, who cared if he was fucking drunk, not like there was anybody here for him to make a fool of himself with after all.

Nope, nothing like that at all...but time revealed that a lonely, drunken Kimbley, was not at all a very happy Kimbley. Not even with an entire bar full of potential explosives. Not even the thought of explosions could cheer him up right now.

Not with the thought of Greed with Martel and Dorochet looming in the back of his mind and giving him mental images he could really do without. Ah, but they wouldn't want him there to spoil their fun, he'd probably just chase the chimeras off anyway, if not for the threats of combustion, then just for the fact that they couldn't stand to be near him.

Even throwing an empty bottle across the bar to hear an equally empty explosion didn't help his morose state. Kimbley remotely wondered if too many people would bitch at him for going out on the town and just having a blast. Literally. Hell, he was just drunk enough not to even care.

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After, curled up in a warm and still slightly wet pile of chimeras, Greed stretched languidly, feeling all squeaky clean in some places-- and quite dirty in others.

He sighed, lazy, contented, and wrapped an arm around each of his chimeras, one on either side of him, purring softly.

Dorochet sighed happily, his head resting on Greed's shoulder, one arm resting loosely around his alpha's waist, hand brushing Martel's stomach where she lay curled against Greed's other side. He hadn't expected...anything like this, earlier tonight, but it felt so good -- warm and relaxed and pleasantly sore.

He raised his head enough to lick at Greed's ear. "Thanks, boss."

Greed chucked, tipping his head into the licks "you're my puppy right? Gotta take care of you, after all" he grinned, licking Dorochet's forehead in return and tightening his hold around the chimera's waist.

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And so there he was...flirting with a barstool...piss fucking drunk.

How utterly sad for Kimbley. Really.

The barstool was actually quite funny though, it told some pretty damn good jokes. Why Kimbley would laugh at jokes about bunnies though was beyond him. Much like everything else was beyond him at the moment, considering he was so drunk he could barely stand up, or see straight, or think.

Well, at least he wouldn't remember it in the morning.

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"I've probably said this before... And if I haven't, I should have, I guess..." Dorochet smiled up at Greed. "I'm glad you broke us out. Not just because we got out, I mean. Because it was you." He looked down, a little embarrassed, trying not to say anything too...soft, especially where Martel might tease him for it later. "You're a pretty good guy to work for."

Greed paused, lifting his eyebrows in mild surprise, then smiled, tugging his chimera closer. "I'm glad. And...thanks for the loyalty." He let his eyes slip closed, settling down deeper into the soft bedding with a contented sigh.

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Needless to say, the barstool pissed him off, so he blew it up...outside...

And it all went downhill from there, really. A drunken, explosion happy Kimbley was not a good thing. Hell, the last time he got this drunk he nearly blew up the whole fucking bar...

Needless to say, it was the middle of the night, in the more trashy area of town, in an empty street, and Kimbley was drunk as fuck with a craving for bombs. Bad combination.

What came next probably shook the city to its foundations and left a fiery plume high enough to be seen from twenty miles away, and a cloud of smoke and dust that for a while blocked out the light from the stars and the moon. Because whatever building had been standing next to the bar...well...wasn't there anymore.

But Kimbley was there, laughing his drunk ass off at being slammed back by the force, currently slumped against the wall of the Devil's Nest with his hair and clothes in quite the disarray. But fuck...he was laughing because damn it was so funny!

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Dorochet was still smiling as he drifted off to sleep, safe and warm and happy. He was with his alpha -- with his pack -- and they were strong together, devoted. He hadn't even realized how much he'd needed this until he had it, the security and comfort of knowing he mattered, knowing the leader of his pack wanted him there.

He hadn't slept so well in years.

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Decay twitched once, her eyes clearing up a bit. By the moons of Yuggoth, it looked like she'd zoned out again... It hadn't happened in a while, but she supposed it was the stress. Looking around, Decay noticed that her arms were undone from their clasps, which was good.

Even better, she was somewhere around the outside of the door to Devil's Nest, and there were a couple of dead bodies outside. Mmmm, dead bodies... Sure, they looked a little rotten, but that was okay...right? Humans don't spoil that quickly... At least she hoped that was the case.

She grinned and stumbled over to them, her jagged teeth exposed and glinting in the afternoon light. Decay tore into the flesh of the deadthings, splattering red all over the front of her straight jacket. She finished with them all in only thirty minutes, a real personal record. Maybe she'd been hungrier than she thought...

Well, no matter. Decay tried to wipe her mouth on her sleeve, but only managed to spread the stuff around, so she lifted herself up and went on her way. Hopefully she'd find Ashton around her somewhere, but if not, oh well. He had seemed sort of mysterious anyway.

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Martel decided that now, she could die happy. Her happiness could have killed her right there. It was a strangely blissful feeling of not even having to breathe. Not to think. Tangled in a pile of limbs belonging to the people she loved most, she felt an utterly soothing sense of warmth. Her bare breasts pressed gently against her master's side, she could feel blood beat lazily through his veins, and if she let her feelings open enough, she could feel her heart beat against him. Dorochet too, his skin was warm, and her palm rested on his thigh. She could practically see the heat from them, but that was just a simple observation. What was more important was the humbling feeling. Homunculus or chimera, they were warm. Their hearts could beat. Even being 'cold-blooded', she felt warmer than she ever had. She felt loved. Right now, the idea that Greed might not even care --actually, probably couldn't-- hardly seemed possible.

It was odd, for her to feel this way. Snakes were solitary creatures. But having been through so much with these two beside her, chimera and homunculus, she was glad to feel her human side come out, if even just to feel this. A memory had dug itself into her, only moments old now, but something she would hold onto so tightly that she could never lose it. It shone so brightly within her that the darkness of the laboratory faded entirely for the moment. She hadn't felt the ecstasy of uniting with others she cared for in a long, long time.

Martel curled closer to Greed, her soft, feathery blonde head of hair brushing against him. She was a pale, small figure next to the larger forms of the two men, and since her eyes were closed, the only dash of color was the burgundy tattoo that snaked up her shoulder, chest, and cheek. Scratching Dorochet's thigh idly and lightly, she pressed a soft kiss to Greed's neck, tucking her head against him. "Greed... thank you," she whispered.

Greed was mostly asleep, but mumbled something softly, a tiny smile spreading across his face at the kiss.

Martel blinked, and smiled softly. She sighed, closing her eyes as tiny hot droplets collected there. If she ever had a home... if she was ever human... if she ever loved someone... all of it was right here. She didn't remember the last time she'd cried from happiness. But she was tired, so it wasn't long before her closed eyelids became heavy.

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By the time the others would get back to the bar, Kimbley would be gone.

They'd come home to quite a mess, with the building next door to the Devil's Nest in shambles from an explosion, and the military quartering off the blast zone as well as the noodle shop.

If asked, nobody would be able to recall ever seeing a ponytailed man dressed in burgandy with gold eyes. Mainly because none of them had seen him. Dorochet would undoubtedly pick up the alchemist's scent, as well as a less friendly one alongside it that placed an unmistakable feline chimera at the scene in extremely close proximity to Kimbley. By following the scent, however, they would end up losing the trail at the edge of town, as it simply seemed to vanish entirely without a trace.


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