Gunpowder: Chapter Three

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

Author's Note: Okay, I won't waste your time with an author's note here… but look at the bottom for a tip on when the Lemons are happening. (yes, plural).

Warning: In this chapter? Kimblee's mind… a shower scene…

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

LAST

(((( "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. ))))

NOW

Kimblee grumbled irritably as he walked with stiff steps down to his room, undoing his blue hair as he went. One of the more annoying chimeras—even worse than Lizard Boy—found him and grinned lecherously, leering at him. One didn't even have to have a brain to guess what the rat wanted.

The alchemist didn't want to put up with anything until he was able to get under a freezing cold shower, so he did what any sane bomber would do—he threw one palm foreword, the tattoo already activated, and blew the chimera's arm off, splatters of blood hitting him. turning his dark blue hair purple in some places.

"Annoying little creep." Kimblee muttered and walked the rest of the way to his room (there was no way he was going to admit that Greed slept in here too), and claimed the shower, hoping that the base of his problems wouldn't walk downstairs and decide he wanted a shower too.

Cold water hit the porcelain tub and Kimblee gave a disgusted sneer in its general direction. He hated anything cold. Heat and fire were his power… why should he have to put up with the annoyance of freezing cold—

"HOLY SHIT! THAT'S COLD!"

Kimblee's golden eyes were wide as his arms feverishly ran up and down his arms, trying to keep the blood in his arms. Now he knew that he definitely shouldn't have done anything… he shouldn't have let himself give into the damn pleasure that Greed had unknowingly—or knowingly, knowing the damn homunculus—caused in his sexually deprived body.

'Leather pants ought to be outlawed,' Kimblee thought, shivering beneath the spray of really cold water. 'Either that, or they should be made to come off incredibly easy.' As soon as that thought entered his head, he banged his blue-haired head against the hard tile of the wall, stars appearing in front of his eyes. 'I didn't think you actually could see stars...' He banged his head again at that thought and hissed at the wrack of pain.

'The fuck is wrong with me!' He demanded of himself, rubbing his head with a pout. The tile hurt more than one really thought. He glanced down where his 'problem' had been and growled, one thin dark blue eyebrow twitching.

Why the fuck was he still aroused! Kimblee scowled and turned the water even colder, trying to get the sudden picture of Greed in nothing but those damn, tight-as-hell-leather-should-be-outlawed, pants!

When he realized that the freezing ice cubes were going to do nothing to get rid of his damn raging hard-on, he sighed in defeat.

'Maybe I'm not as straight as I thought...'

(((( UPSTAIRS: PRIVATE BAR ))))

Greed laughed as he heard the water being turned on. He leaned backwards in his chair, listening for the hum of the water heater. When no hum drifted up to his sensitive ears, he snickered to himself. "Guess he needed a cold shower…" He grinned triumphantly to himself and picked up Kimblee's leftover glass of scotch. He scowled at it, realizing that the ice cubes had melted and now it was 5 alcohol, 95 water.

Tonya walked down the stairs into the bar, holding a brown paper bag in her delicately clawed hands. She looked around with her golden eyes, frowning a bit. "Don't tell me you killed Kimblee-kun." She deadpanned, her eyebrow twitching a bit.

Greed picked up his vest that he had thrown over the other chair and grinned lecherously at her, slipping it over his shoulders. "Tonya, my beautiful little kitten, I didn't kill him… I just gave him some much needed attention." He walked over to the sink and turned on the cold water, listening intently.

Moments later, a very pleasing shriek reached his ears and he grinned broadly, turning off the water. "Greed-san, what the hell did you just do?" Tonya asked, resting her hands on her hips accusingly, her eyes boring into his back.

Greed started to walk out of the bar, slipping his sunglasses on as he did. "Kimblee-kun took a very cold shower. I just stole all of his cold water… put it together, Kitten." He snickered a bit and then as the homunculus was opening the door, it banged open and a very wet and semi-naked Kimblee stood there, his normally pale skin a light shade of pink.

"What the hell was that for!" He demanded, keeping a good hold on the knot that held the towel around his waist. His blue hair was soaping wet, hanging around his chest and shoulders, water droplets glistening on his light skin. Tonya frowned again, seeing his rib bones that were poking alongside his thin skin.

Greed's eyes locked onto the 'offered' skin with hunger, drinking in the pale man like a glass of water. He then grinned innocently, or as much as one could grin innocently when you had a mouthful of dangerously sharp, shark-like teeth. "What was what for, dear Kimblee-kun?" He asked, giving a crooked smile.

Kimblee growled and marched up to Greed, his one hand tightening on his towel and his other hand poked at Greed's solid chest with a lean finger. "You know exactly what you did, you immortal bastard!"

Greed grinned, leaning foreword, his teeth getting ready to bite the alchemist. "You were the one who was taking a cold shower… what made you so excited, Kimblee-kun?" He whispered teasingly, lips a hairs breath away from the pale curve of Kimblee's neck.

Kimblee looked at Tonya who was standing stock-still, blinking in confusion. He took a step back and glared at Greed who straightened up and grinned again. "Immortal Freak." He growled and started to walk away, his hand resting again on the doorknob.

"Kimblee-kun..." Greed whined playfully, walking up behind the alchemist again and wrapping strong muscled arms around his lean waist. "What did make you so excited?"

Kimblee growled and Tonya just sighed and closed her golden eyes, walking out of the bar and back up to the public area. He struggled out of Greed's immortal grip and spun around, the towel slipping to expose a slender hip and a few sparse blue hairs.

Greed grinned lecherously and grabbed Kimblee's wrists, pining them above his head with a grin. "I like you like this.. in nothing but a towel..." Kimblee growled savagely and kicked his leg out, hitting Greed under his rib, probably puncturing a lung with that well-placed kick.

Greed growled, bending over as his regenerative qualities slowly healed the puncture lung. "I'm trying to be nice!" He growled as Kimblee pulled his towel back up.

"Insane..." Kimblee said sadly and clapped his hands, pressing them on Greed's bent head. "Maybe this will clear your head." He pressed the tattoos on his hands down harder as they lit up, red light exploding from them as he felt Greed's head cave in.

With a satisfied grin he turned, wiping the blood and brain onto his now red-stained towel as Greed's headless body slumped over with a heavy and rather squishy thud. He walked through the open door with a smirk and left, going back to finish off his shower. At least it would be warm now.

Greed growled irriatbly, cracking his neck back into place as he stood up. He pressed the edge of his thumb to the side of his nose and shot out a hunk of snot mixed with blood and flesh. He looked down at the mess of blood, brain and bone on the floor and scowled.

"TONYA!" He yelled in the general direction of where the little cat chimera had run off to. She jogged back into the room, holding a towel over her nose with distaste etched onto her features.

"Yesh sir?" Her voice was slightly stuffed as she covered her nose. Greed pulled off his vest with a yearning look. The white fluff around the neck was PINK.

"Get some townie upstairs to clean this up. Tell him someone got on my bad side." Greed said with a smirk, putting his unbroken sunglasses back on. He pointed to the pile of guts on the floor which Tonya was glaring at evilly.

"Didn't I tell you not to get on Kimblee's bad side?" She growled, grabbing his vest, missing the look of distaste that he threw he when she stole his prized possession. "He's a mad bomber. He knows you're immortal now if he didn't before. Ah... you ought to find another alchemist who can create you a few more Red Stones if you plan to stick around with him."

Greed mimicked her bitterly and pulled off the black skin-tight muscle shirt that he always wore. He had his back to Tonya as he did this, so as she turned to tell Greed that no townie wanted to come down here, her golden cat eyes were drawn to the three red arrays on his back. One under the nape of his neck, connected by two red lines that hooked over his shoulder to two more red arrays on his collar bone. The other two were on his back, right on his hip with red lines that disappeared below the waistline of his leather pants.

He turned around and caught her eyes on the twin arrays that were on his collarbone. He raised a brow and grinned slightly. "Interesting, aren't they?" He asked and picked up the blood-stained muscle shirt, walking down the stairs to the room that he and Kimblee shared.

Tonya was left staring after him, his blood-stained fur vest in her clawed hands. She frowned, an idea forming in her head. She turned and walked back up the stairs, looking for a stupid townie who didn't believe that Greed was a cold-hearted killer.

Okay, another piece of my not-yet-smutty fic. Okay, when it DOES get smutty (and it's getting close if you've read Timid Revelations, Painful Pleasure and Betrayed (in that order, mind you)) I might have to post this on Adultfanfiction . net. So sorry, but FFnet rules state that I can't post graphic lemons and These probably will be graphic. (I can hope).