"Kim?" Greed asked, while Kimblee dried his hair with an old blue towel. Kimblee shrugged in response, and Greed leaned back, looking at the ceiling.
"Kim, what's special about you?" He asked, and if it had been any other relationship, any other pair, Kimblee would have pouted, screwed up his face, would have been insulted, and would have cried.
But he wasn't any man, Greed wasn't either. So he shrugged and swung his hair behind him, spraying Greed with a fine shower of drops from his hair. Greed raised one hand to his nose and inhaled, it was a scent like lavender, obviously the shampoo, since no matter how many times Kimblee bathed, he still smelled of sulfur and metal.
"I don't know… do you mean why I'm still human, and most who come back, come back as Homunculi?" He asked, and Greed nodded, lighting a cigarette.
"Yeah." he said, and waved a hand through the smoke curls. Kimblee shrugged and started to tie up his hair, but Greed's hand stopped him.
"Don't." he said, and Kimblee dropped the scrap of beige cloth onto the nightstand and lay down beside Greed. If he hadn't been the type to be affectionate, he wouldn't have let the sin pull him so close, but after so many years in prison, Greed's warm breath on his neck and face was a welcome condition every night.
Since they had "found" one another, they hadn't had sex, Kimblee's excuse being the Gate had made him too tired, but Greed knew that was a front… and he was really trying to avoid getting so close… Greed knew more than Kimblee had ever intended anyone to know… but still much of the crimson alchemist was in the dark.
Greed smiled. Kimblee's skin was soft and still a little damp, and he hadn't bothered to get dressed, so his long legs intertwined with Greed's. Greed blew out the lamp on his side, and smiled as he felt Kimblee's breathing become smooth and consistent… Being Greed, he wanted everything, and laying there with Kimblee, listening to his heartbeat was something he had worked for, for ages it seemed.