Gunpowder: Chapter Five

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

Author's Note: I just realized that in the last chapter 'I'm not Timid!' it may have seemed like that's where My other story, Timid Revelations, should have been. I am sorry for the confusion, but I decided not just to make a reference to the story, but to actually put the short story in there as a chapter and make it even better.

Sorry for the confusion.

SORRY FOR THE LONG UPDATE!

DEDICATED TO: Patrick McWilhon, Syd-chan and darkkittyingbigtrouble! You can thank them all for helping me get this chapter out!

Warning: In this chapter? Geeze, what do you think now? YAOI! W00t!

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

LAST

(((( 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. ))))

NOW

Kimblee sat sitting where Greed had left him in the storage room, his arms were freezing from resting against the cool crates of beer, but it did nothing to ease the sudden throbbing pain that shot through his hands, straight from his tattoos themselves.

Touching Greed's arrays had been a hit too close to home. The feeling of absolute power was something that he was willing to forget. He didn't want that dreaded power to course around him anymore… didn't want to be able to feel like he owned everything.

Kimblee lifted his palms, looking at the blue inked-arrays that were now a vague purple-ish color. He growled and stood up slowly, making his way towards the upstairs bar where he would collapse near one of the chimeras, intending to be undisturbed.

He opened the door and walked up the stairs, rubbing a hand through his semi-loose blue hair that had become undone sometime between Greed's kisses.

Just thinking about the damn homunculus was enough to get him ticked and a little bit excited at the prospect of being able to have that sort of thrilled power. He walked into the bar, seeing Dorchette in the kitchen with Tonya and Martel was being the bar as usual. Roa stood guard at the front door where he held his hammer loosely in his hand.

He collapsed on the black leather couch that Greed normally occupied and his eyes drifted shut, one arm coming to sling across his face.

"I see your bones again, Kim." A Southern-accented female voice slipped into his mind and he opened one annoyed golden eye to looked up at Tonya who was holding a spatula in one hand and had a dark blue apron on. Her cat bell around her neck had a piece of what appeared to be spaghetti stuck on it and he reached up, flicking it off.

"I like that bell." He said off-handedly and then closed his eyes again, missing the way her face softened slightly. She sat on the couch next to him, and he scooted further into the material, still stretched out comfortably.

"Kim… you need to eat." She said and slapped his leg with the spatula. He opened both eyes this time, one eye twitching. "Now, tell me. What sounds good. A steak? Hamburger? Meat? Or are you a vegetarian?"

Kimblee gave a little chuckle at the last bit and waved his hand in a gesture of whatever. "As long as it came from an animal, I'm good to go." He murmured and fell back against the leather, his arm still over his eyes.

Tonya laughed and got up, walking back into the kitchen.

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Downstairs, in Greed and Kimblee's bedroom, Greed sat on his bed, thinking deeply about what had happened downstairs in the Waterway.

He nervously reached around to touch one of the arrays that Kimblee had touched with that tattooed palm. He then rubbed his fingers together and a little smirk played on his lips. He still smelt like sulfur and gunpowder.

The arrays… He wiggled around, popping his back as an invisible itch developed on top of the three arrays on his back. "Damn it Kimblee!" He growled getting up and running a claw over his array that he could reach, trying to stop the damn flow of hunger. Hunger for the power that only Kimblee could fill.

He picked up his vest and threw that on, remembering only an instant later that he didn't have his muscle shirt and that he was going to be walking into a bar full of people with only his leather pants on.

After careful consideration he gave a nonchalant shrug and walked towards the door, his vest thrown over his shoulders.

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Kimblee fell back asleep as soon as he had eaten the chicken Tonya had served him and he was snoring quietly, face slack and relaxed as he slept on the leather couch.

Most of the bar had left by now, the dinner rush over by now. They'd have a few hours of total silence, then the late night group would show up and more beer drinking would commence.

Greed walked up through the doors and looked around, seeing Martel sitting at the bar, twirling a glass on her fingertip. Dorchette and Tonya were cleaning up the kitchen and Kimblee…

The homunculus gave a half-grin at the sight of his sleeping alchemist and sat on the couch next to his chest. One clawed hand drifted out and ghosted across the side of Kimblee's thin face.

The alchemist turned in his sleep, mumbling something about someone stealing his liquor and Greed grinned, leaning foreword to trace a finger down the side of his pale, lean face. Kimblee moaned softly and moved closer to the warmth and power that slid through that one touch.

Tonya walked out of the kitchen, her apron hanging over her tail, swishing around her. Dorchette followed behind her, laughing about something she had said. Tonya suddenly stopped at the entrance to the bar and the other chimera ran into her, chin hitting her head.

"Ow! Tonya! What the—"

"Shh!" She whispered and pointed ahead to where Greed was leaning over the alchemist, his vest riding up on his back to expose the two arrays that were slowly leaking trails of blood down his pale skin.

The two chimeras then turned around and very carefully, slinked off back down the stairs, talking quietly about the new uprising that was beginning to bubble in Lior.

Greed grinned slightly as he heard the retreating footsteps of Tonya and Dorchette. When them leaving and the late night rush in a few hours, he had much more alone time to spend with his beautiful, sleeping alchemist.

Greed leaned down, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips as his amethyst eyes drifted closed and he brushed his lips against Kimblee's smooth ones. Golden eyes suddenly snapped open and Kimblee looked up at Greed in shock.

Greed, unknown to the fact that Kimblee had woken up for a moment, missed the fleeting look that crossed the others face. Kimblee closed his eyes and continued to act as if he was asleep.

Trying to keep his body still and quiet, he couldn't help but to release a small keening whimper when Greed's sharp teeth nipped at his bottom lip before pulling away. The being above him stilled and Greed placed two clawed fingers against Kimblee's cheek, turning him to face him.

"Kim?" He asked softly, leaning down again, trying to wake up the Crimson Alchemist. Kimblee's hand, the one that he had kept near his side, slid up, suddenly pressing a heated pale to the bleeding array on Greed's back.

Greed groaned, arching his back against the raw power that was being pushed through that single array. Kimblee opened his golden eyes, lust burning in them and Greed gave a possessive growl, reaching foreword to grab the long pony tail and yanking him up to kiss him firmly.

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Martel jumped up from her spot curled beneath the bar and hit her head on the hard wood. She whimpered softly and rubbed her head before slinking out from underneath the tight spot and stood up, looking around for the noise that had so rudely disturbed her sleep.

She looked around the quiet bar, seeing nothing but a few passed out patrons until she spotted Greed and Kimblee. Her snake-like green eyes widened drastically as she saw the ferocity in their kiss, Kimblee's hand wrapped around Greed's waist tightly.

She blinked, a flush coming over her cheeks and then like a snake, practically flew out of the room and down the stairs.

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Greed pulled back, eyes a bit hooded and Kimblee's hand reluctantly left the complicated arrays. "You… have a very interesting body…" He murmured lazily, flopping back against the leather. Greed smirked above him, reaching up to stroke his chin thoughtfully.

"I figured as much. No wonder the ladies like me." He reflected arrogantly.

Kimblee just sighed and sat up, watching as Martel walked back into the room, walking to the bar where she began to do her normal chores of getting the beer and others ready for later. She seemed to be purposefully ignoring him and Greed, which was just fine with the alchemist.

Kimblee pulled himself up and walked over to the bar, sitting down on one of the stools. "Hey, Martel, can you hand me a scotch?" He asked and she looked up, surprised that he had used her name. "Don't get used to it." He warned and she shrugged, reaching down under to pulled out the amber liquid, pouring some out over a glass of ice.

The phone suddenly rang loudly and she skittered a bit. She walked to the end of the bar and picked the receiver up.

"Hello?"

"Ah, Miss Martel." Lizard-Boy's creepy voice said. "Is Greed around? I have some rather… interesting news for him if he would like it."

Martel looked to Greed who was now leaning back against the couch, his booted feet kicked up onto the glass table. "Greed? It's the lizard."

The homunculus looked over his sunglasses at her and stuck his hand out. "Sure. I'll talk to the annoyance."

Martel walked around the bar and Kimblee spun around, resting his elbows on the bar behind him, keeping the scotch in one hand. She stood behind Greed holding the base of the phone as he took the receiver, pressing his ear to it lightly.

"I have found a homunculus who might interest you, sir. He can do alchemy! He was with the Elric Brothers. And the armored one does not have a true body just like Tucker said! But then the military man who was there slung him over his shoulder and carried him all the way to Southern Headquarters!" Lizard-Boy squawked loudly and excitedly.

"What a shame." Greed said, a small frown tugging at the corners of his lips. "But good for you for finding him. He sounds… special." He said the last word as if it were a fine cuisine to be savored.

"I want you to forget about tracking the Smelric Brothers for now and keep an eye on the little imp, you got it?" He reached behind him and knocked the receiver down harder than he had intended to.

Martel grunted at the weight for a moment before walking back to the bar, sparing a look at Kimblee who was slowly watching Greed's fingers dance across his back where the red arrays were leaking small droplets of blood. He frowned. 'I don't think that's supposed to be a normal occurance.'

Greed turned to Tucker, ignoring his arrays for the time being. "Turns out those Elric boys are exactly as you described them."

Tucker's head appeared from around a corner, smiling in his upside-down manner. "Ah… yes… I'm sure they'll be of great use to you."

Greed bounced a foot on the table, reaching foreword to pick up his ill-gotten glass of whiskey that he had left there. "When I first heard that Envy, Pride and the others were after these twerps, I didn't give a damn anyway. I just wanted to grab the boys myself to piss off the others. But now the boys have led us to something actually worth chasing."

Kimblee looked up, interested on what was going on. Greed looked at his Oruborus on his hand. "To think there's a homunculus—like me—who can honestly use alchemy." He trailed off. "We need to have him on our side, or things may get complicated." He snapped softly.

Dorchette hopped off the table he had appeared at and gave a short bow to Greed, his sword crossed over his chest. "Let me break him out, boss."

Greed gave him and absurb look and a laugh. "You can't just go charging into that place. It's a bloody fortress!" He then sighed and pointed back to the spot Dorchette was sitting, indicating for him to take a seat. The dog chimera refused. "You're a former military lab rat, I shouldn't have to tell you that."

Kimblee decided that if he wanted to have anything to do at all, he had to say something. So he turned his head slightly, a smirk pulling as his lips. "Not that anyone asked, but I used to be Stationed at Southern Headquarters." He said in a nonchalant manner.

Martel gave a slight snarl in his direction, her hatred for the military seeping back through at that reminder. She had been fine with him until she realized that he was once part of the military. "You're right—we didn't ask. So keep your trap shut, State Alchemist."

Greed held his hand up to stop Martel from going into a rant. "No. Since you so passively-aggressively volunteered, you can guide these two there." He pointed to Martel and Dorchette, smiling. "But if I learn that you've betrayed our cause, I won't be feeling too friendly."

Kimblee stood up, memories of Ishbal flashing back his eyelids. He then smiled at Greed. His smile told secrets that no one wished to know and suddenly Greed was eager to learn about this enigma. "You can rest easy, Boss Man. All I really want is a chance to make some fireworks again."

Greed shivered slightly as a slow, sadistic and blissful smile spread across the beautiful alchemists lips. At that moment, the homunculus would have done almost anything to see that smile again. A smile that seemed as if it was only for him.

THERE! OMG! I'm sooo sorry I haven't updated sooner! Thank you all for sticking with me! I'll try to get the next chapter out quicker! I've been overloaded with schoolwork lately!

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