(A/N: Still no sex... just havn't had the time to write a good sex scene... because badly written ones ruin a good story, so just think what it would do to a crappy one like this!
I appreciate the reviews... send me lots more, and we'll see if I can find time for our little 'scene')
Kimblee sighed and stared at the ceiling, wondering just how much greed wanted to hear before he would be satisfied… Greed satisfied, he suddenly started giggling, and Greed gave him a worried look.
"Kimblee… this isn't good." Greed brushed a strand of hair out of Kimblee's eyes, and was careful not to cut his skin with the claw. Kimblee's eyes rolled back for a moment, and he shut them, sighing.
"Fine, ask and ye shall receive" he said, and Greed twisted a strand of Kimblee's hair around one claw, wondering where Kimblee's usual confidence had gotten off to. It was… unnatural for Kimblee to be this… depressed. He stroked Kimblee's hair.
"What did you dream about?' greed asked. Kimblee shrugged.
"The past."
Greed could have hit him again… that much had been obvious, but he took a deep breath and continued to pet Kimblee, figuring he would talk sooner or later. They were silent, but then Kimblee began to talk again.
"My mom… back when Diane died." he said, and Greed nodded, even though he had no clue what Kimblee was talking about. Kimblee, apparently, was done talking, because he went to sleep, leaving Greed to think. He couldn't imagine what would be so distressing about someone's mother, but then again, he hadn't had one in many, many years.
Greed sighed and wondered just how much Kimblee hid… He was considering waking Kimblee up again, when he realized there was a simple solution to this problem.
He cackled as he went to speak to the shadows of the gate.
(I had to add on a little bit...
Next chappie shall be Lust's sugar daddy again.)