Gunpowder: Chapter Two

Disclaimer: I do not own Greed, Kimblee or any of FullMetal Alchemist. I OWN TONYA! She's all mine!

Author's Note: So, how does everybody like it so far? I didn't really think I'd get an response for it, but I did! Please don't stop with the reviews, it really gets me all uber-happiness! Oh, and sorry for the delay. I literally kinda blew my computer to pieces. Not the smartest thing to do mind you. Now my mom wants to cut me off from watching Full Metal Alchemist cause she thinks I wanna be like Kimblee. I swear, me blowing up my computer and six other objects does not mean I am a terrorist bomber... does it?

Warning: In this chapter? Maybe a little limey near the end of the chapter...

Kiddies, this is rated M for a reason. (Not this chapter but soon.)

Last….

Greed turned over in the bed and opened one glowing amethyst eye. He rubbed his chest slightly where the Red Stones had shifted slightly. He hated when they reacted to his or other unusual people's emotions. He flipped over on his side and yawned, that one eye still focused on Kimblee who was know asleep, little sounds of contentment escaping his throat.

The homunculus yawned again and slunk back under the silk covers, wondering what month it was and when the cold was going to hit... He finally just closed his eyes and with Kimblee's bare chest in mind, fell back into a dreamless sleep.

Now…

Kimblee woke up sharply the next morning, his blue hair plastered to his face and bare chest. His breathing was labored slightly and one delicate hand reached up to brush his hair away. His golden eyes flickered to the bed that was across from his and was pleasantly surprised to see that Greed has already left; the covers in a neat order, folded back just right.

The alchemist pulled himself up and swung his legs over the edge of his cot, rubbing the palms of his hands into his eyes, rubbing sleep before standing up and grabbing the suit jacket that had fallen onto the ground sometime earlier that night. He stumbled into the bathroom and blindly searched for a light.

"Dammit!" He cursed loudly, shielding his eyes as the bright, fluorescent lights hit his sensitive eyes. He grumbled for a minute and then pulled off the black muscle shirt and kicked his pants and boxers off, moving into the water again.

He showered faster than yesterday and in half an hour he was sitting on a stool in front of Tonya, looking at the mouthwatering food she had just sat in front of him. The cat chimera looked on in a morbid sense of astonishment as Kimblee devoured the steak and eggs that she had given him. Damn could prison fugitives eat!

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Greed walked down the stairs into the Devil's Nest, his sunglasses perched atop his nose. He stuck his thumb and index finger into his pockets and slumped a bit, yawning before looking over to the side wall where there was a black-leathered couch. He grinned shark-like teeth towards two women who blushed as well-taught whores were taught. It was just like he remembered; his traits did get him laid more often than not. 'But...' His subconscious butted in abruptly. 'It hasn't worked yet with the pretty alchemist. Has it?'

He blocked out the annoyance and placed a confident grin on his face, walking towards the two women. He gave a simple bow to them and gracefully fell onto the couch between them, wrapping an arm about their shoulders, wasting no time at all. "Hello ladies... how nice it is to see you on a day like this..." He stated simply. The one on his right, a breasty redhead gave a coy little smile and pressed her assets into his arm, leaning her head on his shoulder. He grinned as the blonde on the other side of him started to run a hand down his chest, confusion coming on as the shirt he wore--which was really a weird alter-version of his shield--was hard to her fingers. He was ready to place a deep kiss on her red lips before a clawed hand slammed into his vest and pulled him up roughly to stare into a pair of golden cat eyes.

"This is not the time to frolic, Boss." Tonya said simply, her southern accent hidden, and Kimblee laughed, walking over, a glass of scotch in his hand. The cat chimera looked to the bomber and raised a brow before shaking Greed in her claws, glaring at him again. He calmly removed her clawed fingers but she fisted them in again and he stopped, afraid to rip the delicate fur lining.

"She's got you whipped, Greed." Kimblee said, laughing again, his eyes hooded, the golden glow being reflect in the light. As the homunculus was pulled from the two whores that were reaching out for him, he decided that he rather liked the way Kimblee looked when he laughed; relaxed and carefree.

And he wanted to know if he looked as good with other emotions running through that expressive face.

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As Tonya went back to working in the kitchen, Kimblee and Greed left alone in the private bar that the previous owner had, he lifted his scotch to his lips, looking towards Greed. "Ya know something, Greed?" Kimblee asked calmly, his scotch tipping back with his hand, cascading over crystalline glass towards full, pale lips. He looked the homunculus in the eye, making sure that Greed got this. "I'm glad that I'm out of Laboratory Five."

It wasn't exactly an apology, but the relief and thanks were in his tone, just not his words. Kimblee wasn't used to throwing his heart on his sleeve, spilling what he felt at the given moment and time. He was more used to people knowing what he wanted, or not allowing him to have anything he wanted. Greed, on the other hand, threw his emotions around like a hot potato. He let everyone know how he felt with his words and his actions.

As Greed stared at Kimblee over his own glass of scotch, he smirked inwardly at the fact that he could see how much it pained the alchemist. And then he laughed. Laughed at the fact that is Kimblee knew how easy he was to read, he'd kill Greed in an instant. Any way possible.

Kimblee's brows shot up into the simple strands of his dark blue hair as Greed laughed, his empty glass of scotch resting in a tattooed hand. "What the hell is wrong with you?" He exclaimed and the laughing homunculus continued to laugh, pressing a clawed hand against his thigh. Greed eventually calmed down and looked up into unamused golden eyes.

"Sorry, there Kimblee." He said and kicked his feet up on the table, shrugging his vest off and leaning back slightly. Kimblee's eyes were pulled to the defined muscles and abs that were revealed in the skin-tight black sleeveless shirt he wore. As his eyes raked across the form of the drop-dead sexy homunculus he realized that being in prison took away more than he realized. He shifted slightly in his seat.

Greed opened one eye as he heard Kimblee shift around and, -'was that a blush on him?' It was so truthfully true! Kimblee had his eyes hooded as he stared into his new glass of scotch, a light pink flush over his nose and cheeks. The homunculus slowly and quietly sat up as to not alert the dazed-out alchemist. He placed curved booted feet onto the tile floor and leaned over the bar, placing his face just inches from Kimblee's.

Greed blew a wave of scotch-smelling breath over Kimblee's face, his lips just a hairs' breath away from their counterparts and then the alchemist's eyes shot open, falling backwards with a yelp. The chair crashed to the floor with Kimblee in it and Greed looked over the bar, blinking down at him. "Kimblee?"

Kimblee shot up, an angry blush now over his cheeks as he stared at Greed. "What the hell was that for, you freak?" He demanded. Kimblee would never admit to how much that one little breath from Greed had effected him; his heart was pounding and his pants were just a tad too tight. Maybe I'll go out tonight and find someone to get this edge off.

Greed laughed again and trailed his clawed hand down Kimblee's chest, the electric feeling definitely not something that Kimblee needed at the moment! The alchemist scowled and leaned against the bar, shoving Greed's wandering hand off. "Don't touch me." He muttered and picked up his glass, finishing it.

He turned and started to leave, his pants definitely too tight for his liking. "Aww... Kimblee-kun..." Greed purred and walked up to the alchemist, wrapping his arms around his waist, burying his face into his neck. Greed wasn't quite sure why he had done this, or even decided to press his hips into the alchemists' backside but when Kimblee squirmed, trying to get away, unintentionally rubbing up against Greed, the homunculus decided that he wanted Kimblee beneath him; squirming and begging for more.

"I told you not to touch me." Kimblee pressed his hands against the muscled tanned arms that were around his waist and the tattoos lit up. Greed jumped back just in time only for small wisps of smoke to appear. Kimblee looked at Greed and left, his walk slightly stiff as a certain problem refused to go away.

Greed sat down on the couch that was over in the corner and stretched out, smirking triumphantly. He was no fool; he knew exactly what caused Kimblee to leave so suddenly with that all-too-familiar walk. He rubbed his arms slightly and grinned. He'd just found his new challenge, a new conquest to achieve...

Zolof Kimblee was going to be his, one way or another.

Alrighties. This is my newest chapter... sorry for the long wait. I hope you liked the way I demonstrated Kimblee and Greed. Next chapter will be mostly Kimblee's thoughts.

Here's a preview:

...he knew he shouldn't have done anything, shouldn't have let himself give into the pleasure...

...leather pants ought to be outlawed,' Kimblee thought, standing beneath the freezing shower. 'Either that or they should be able to come off incredibly easy'

...maybe he wasn't as straight as he once thought...

TBC