Gunpowder: Chapter Four

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

Author's Note: It's at the bottom.

Warning: In this chapter? Yaoi and finally a touch of ACTUAL yaoi.

Kiddies, this is rated M for a reason. (Not this chapter but soon. Really soon if all things go well.)

LAST

(((( 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. ))))

NOW

Kimblee walked out of the steaming bathroom, a content grin on his face. He looked towards his bed, spotting his red suit jacket folded neatly on the edge. Tonya must've come in earlier and dropped it off.

He sat on his bed and kicked his legs up on the stool that was in front of Greed's bed. Lacing his fingers behind his head, he leaned back, his eyes drooping closed a bit. One hand dropped down to the sheets, tracing invisible arrays in his silk sheets.

'I wonder… maybe it IS true what they say about prisoned men… they do turn gay…' Kimblee snorted. 'But I'm not gay… I can still hit on a beautiful woman and mean it… Just like Greed, I suppose.'

His mind flickered back to the image of Greed's hard body encased in nothing but the leather pants. He growled and sat up roughly, kicking the stool to the floor by accident. "Damn." He growled and stood up, bending over to straighten it.

'Note to Self: Write a note to the government and demand they make a Dress Code Law about too tight leather pants.'

Kimblee walked over to the door and pulled it open with more force than was necessary. The hinges buckled and he gave a sheepish grin, slowly putting the door back into place. "Damn… that's coming out of my scotch!" He grumbled and stuck his hands into the pockets of his red trousers, walking down to the storage room where he hoped he could steal a few beers before Tonya came and found him, stuffing carrots and other nuturitonal things down his throat.

He gently opened the door and slipped in, sighing as he realized the first part of his OPERATION: BEER was finished. He stepped around the first crate of fancy liqueurs and slipped over to where he knew his famous scotch was.

"What are you doing down here Kimblee?" The Crimson Alchemist stilled and slowly turned his head, his body in mid-creep. Tonya stood behind him, her arms crossed across her chest, one eyebrow quirked and her foot tapping impatiently.

He laughed sheepishly and scratched the back of his neck, slinking towards the exit. 'Quick, Zolof! Make a damn excuse!'

"I was looking for Greed."

'Dumb ass.'

Tonya raised her other brow, now unconvinced. She lifted one hand and pointed it towards the back of the storage room where the entrance to the Waterway was. "He left there earlier. Though we're not supposed to get any shipments for another week."

She turned and started to leave. Kimblee slunk closer towards the scotch and stretched his hand out before a knife was thrown mere centimeters from his precious palm; ruining the tattoos. "Don't touch the scotch, Kimblee."

The door closed before her and the alchemist glared at her before grabbing a whiskey bottle, mumbling some heavy choice words about her as he made his way to the back. Intending to go to the Waterway and find a quiet place to drown his sorrows in a bottle of whiskey.

The lock on the door mocked him and he picked up the key on the nearby box, opening it and walking into the damp, cool Waterway. He looked around, spotting nothing alive that was moving.

'Where's Greed?' He wondered and walked down the narrow sidewalk a few hundred yards before he came to a high ledge which he jumped up on, leaning against the cool concrete, blowing the cap off the whiskey.

"At least you won't desert me, will you?" He muttered to the whiskey, his golden eyes glowing in the dim area. He tipped the long neck back, wondering why he was drinking hot booze.

'This sucks.' He concluded and his eyes fell on the little picture that his free hand had been doodling in the loose sand. A winged serpent, eating its own tail was shown dimly and he frowned, furrowing his brows. 'The sign of the Infinite? Isn't this the marking on Greed's left hand'

He sat the half-empty bottle down and lifted up a handful of sand, watching it splay through his fingers, landing on his leather shoes and red pants. "Homunculi…" He murmured, his thoughts once again straying to the homunculus that he currently had to share a room with.

'He's something else… I wonder where he is…' Kimblee picked up the whiskey bottle and took one last slug, feeling the beginnings of a light buzz echo around his head before he threw the bottle out, throwing a bomb after it.

"Ahhh…" He gave a little groan as fire consumed his right arm before it disappeared and he jumped off, his feet landing in the water. He walked back to the vague way which he had came from and stopped, seeing a candle lit on the small table that was over in the far corner.

Greed was standing there, his muscle shirt on the table, dripping something wet onto the ground. He was holding a long list in one hand, a glass of iced scotch in the other. He sat the drink down, leaning back against the concrete as he pushed up his sunglasses with two long fingers.

Kimblee walked closer, his eyes tracing the tanned skin that was being shown in the candlelight. This was the first time he had ever seen the homunculus in anything less than a vest, shirt and those damned leather pants.

Greed's head snapped up as he heard wet feet hit the concrete. Golden-amethyst eyes connected with predatory gold and he gave a weak smirk. "Hey, Kimblee. What are you doing down here?" He asked finally, going back to his list as the slightly drunk alchemist walked over, sitting on the table, swishing his blue ponytail over his shoulder.

Kimblee shrugged, yawning. "Felt like coming to annoy you. Got a problem, Greed-san?" He mocked the homunculus bitterly.

Greed raised a brow, kicking off the wall and walking foreword. He leaned over Kimblee, resting his palms next to the alchemists' hips. His breath brushed over Kimblee's neck as he sat the list on the table. Greed pulled back just as Kimblee started to react a bit.

"See ya later, Kim." He gave a wave and started to leave.

"Greed! Wait—" Kimblee tumbled off the table, hands wrapping around Greed's body, hands resting on his lower back as he shook his head, clearing his mixed vision.

Greed, unprepared for the sudden fall, stumbled back into the wall, his arms wrapping around Kimblee's waist, bringing him closer. Surprised amethyst eyes looked down at the alchemist who was looking up with confused golden ones.

"Greed?" Kimblee murmured, and his hands fell down on Greed's back, one tattooed palm coming into contact with the red array on his left side. The reaction was immediate: Greed arched his back, moaning oddly, his mouth thrown open, hands clenching around Kimblee's waist.

Greed wasn't the only one effected. Kimblee was holding back his own moan of pleasure. The raw power that had coursed through his hand into his body was overwhelming… like having the Red Stone again…

Kimblee suddenly pulled his hand back, looking up at Greed fearfully as the homunculus opened his lusty eyes. The reaction the Red Stone had caused was too familiar for his calmed soul. He didn't want to be sucked back into the euphoria that the small stone had caused for him.

He looked back up and Greed and when those lusty eyes flickered in the candle light, he thought for a moment. Then suddenly, the alchemist made up his mind.

Kimblee leaned up, his hands wrapping around Greed's neck as he claimed the others lips, pressing himself against him. His eyes closed as Greed stared in shock for a moment before the alchemist pulled away quickly, slipping out of the embrace.

"Sorry." He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, a rather sexy blush appearing on the tops of his cheeks. Greed grabbed Kimblee's ponytail, pulling him closer again, grinning thoughtfully.

"Don't be." His mouth then dove down, pulling the alchemist up to kiss him, that long, skillful tongue diving into his mouth, tasting of rich scotch and cigarette. Kimblee gave a surprised yelp, his hands clenching at Greed's neck.

"The arrays…" Greed whispered into his mouth before, tightening his grip around Kimblee's thin waist, sharp teeth nipping at the pale skin of his lip.

Mouth busy with other things, Kimblee opened one golden eye as his hand slipped around the back of Greed's neck, finding the small raised array. He grinned into Greed's mouth and clapped his hands, pressing the tattoo right on the array.

The homunculus' hands slipped down, cupping Kimblee's hard ass with strong hands, lifting him up to set him on the table, moaning shamelessly as the continuous amounts of alchemic energy was forced into the tiny arrays, stimulating his ever-powerful red stones.

Kimblee moaned, his legs falling open as Greed moved up between them, one hand cupping the back of the alchemists' head, turning his head up, angling the kiss to gain better access.

Feeling a rather familiar throb running through Kimblee's other hand he shot his hand out towards the direction of the water, barely acknowledging it as the loudest explosions he'd heard since the Ishball Extermination wracked throughout the area.

What he did acknowledge was Greed's teeth that suddenly sank into his neck and the sudden need for some unknown relief. Kimblee groaned, arching his back, letting his hand finally drop from the red array that was now glowing faintly.

The two men claimed each others mouths once again, feverently kissing as the door suddenly opened, Martel and Dorchette standing there, looking around frantically.

Greed was the first to notice as he pulled away quickly, lifting the list to his face and acting like he and Kimblee hadn't been about to fuck the other's brains out. Kimblee on the otherhand, was sitting up on the desk slowly, frantically rubbing at the palm that had been rubbing on Greed's array.

"Greed-san!" Martel was the first to notice the two in the far corner. Greed's eyes flicked to the candle that HAD been lit, but must've died and growled, getting up. "What was that explosion?"

Kimblee slowly slid off the desk and walked to the water, leaning over and dipping his seemingly over-heated palm into the cool breath of the water. Martel walked in as Dorchette disappeared quietly.

"I just got a little carried away." Kimblee smoothly said, a tinge of bitterness to his normally sadistic voice. He was more than ticked off that his little tongue-fucking had to end early. 'More than a little ticked off, Zolof? Where's your brains?' His subconscious snapped to him.

'Down with the best part of my anatomy. I'm a guy. I think with my dick.' Kimblee even seemed to be mocking himself. He sighed and got up, pressing his hands to his knees as he straightened his back, reaching up to untangle a simple knot that had gotten into the base of his long ponytail.

Martel look skeptic but passed it over, not quite wanting to read between these gaping lines here. She gave a quick head bow to Greed and left, her snake-like body slipping around tiny corners with ease.

Greed turned to Kimblee only for the alchemist to walk right by him, eyes closed in a familiar manner as that one tattooed palm continued to glow a light red, itching terribly. "Kimblee." Greed called quietly, smirking arrogantly.

Kimblee turned around, his golden eyes still darkened with pent-up lust. He raised a brow, crossing arms over his chest, realizing for a moment that his black shirt was torn down the back in three strangely familiar claw strikes. 'When the fuck did Greed do that?'He instead turned back to his object of current annoyance. "Yes, Greed?"

Greed walked foreword, wrapping an arm loosely around the alchemist's shoulders as he leaned foreword, running a hand down Kimblee's chest. "I'm always here if you need to let loose some of that frustration…"

And then the homunculus was gone, only the smell of his too-light cologne lingering on Kimblee's skin. The alchemist rubbed his hand again and slowly walked out of the Waterway. As soon as he closed the door, Greed's arms were around his body again, shark teeth nipping at his ear.

"My innocent timid alchemist…" Greed purred and just as Kimblee spun around, getting ready to blow the damn man's head off—he disappeared again.

"Timid!" Kimblee growled, outraged, clenching his fists next to his thighs. "Innocent!" He started to march up the steps, intending to get some scotch even if it meant having to face Tonya's wrath.

"I'll show that bastard timid and innocent…"

(((( UPSTAIRS ))))

In the private bar, an Oruborus slipped in and started to stretch, turning into a blood red serpent with wings before Greed appeared in its place with a smirk. He laughed, remembering Kimblee's face as he called him innocent.

It was a good day for the greedy homunculus.

He had basically claimed the Crimson Alchemist. That was good in his book, anyday.

There. Now I really need to write on Sinful Creations, even though I have this whole damn story planned out.

Supposed to get a laptop for X-mas.

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!