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Current Mood: anxious
Current Location: Temple

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When: Decemeber 24th
Rating: Pg-13 to NC-17
Characters: Greed

vampiregemini
Summary: Greed decides to have someone over for dinner, unfortunately his "date" intends to make HIM the main course.
Log:
Greed invited his new guest over the threshold of the temple entrance, leading him through the numerous hallways and finally into the main kitchen area. Greed often wondered why there were no monks or even cooks at the temple, because fresh food was always getting delivered.

"So," he said, surveying the empty kitchen, "What you ya' want? We have a good stock."

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Kamui almost rolled his eyes as the other apparently, finally realized what he was. Little slow on the uptake, now wasn't he?

"Mm~" he hummed, finally pulling away with a gasp when he had his fill. Ah, that hit the spot. "You plan to take something from me?" That didn't sound good for him at all, though... it might be best to play along, if the man wasn't lying and could be a constant source of food. It was rare to find a being that was able to regenerate and had proper blood.

Sensing that the smaller male had fulfilled his need, Greed prepared to satsify his own. He suddenly rolled over, pinning Kamui and holding his arms over his head.

"Isn't it obvious? I want you," he grinned, grinding against him through his pants.

He bent his head down and pressed his lips against Kamui's tracing his lips with this tongue.

"See, in alchemy there's somethin' called equivalent exchange. Ya' can't get something without givin' something in return, understand?"

Kamui glared and growled, not at all happy by the change of position. This was... unacceptable. With slight effort, he twisted his arms from the other's grip, quickly flipping them back over and straddling his hips. Funny how Fuuma had indirectly taught him to get out of such holds.

"You want sex in exchange for food?" It made sense, really, since people had always compared them interchangably. "Fine. But I do not give up control to anyone. Understand?" He lengthed all of his nails to claws to make a point, threatening the other.

Greed blinked in surprise at the other's strength and stared at the claws. Then he began to laugh.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! You think that intimidates me? Kid, I can regenerate my body and crumble marble into dust with my bare hands, do you honestly think your threats are gonna' affect me?"

The overly-amorous homunculus used his legs to kick off from the bed, flipping them both backward, with Greed landing on top again.

"And what do ya' mean by "giving up control"? You'll have to define that. Keep in mind that I tend to have a very domineering personality."

Another glare. This was really pissing him off now. "I don't do bottom. Is that clear enough?" He copied the other's move, flipping them again, a continuation in the dominance battle they were apparently engaged in. "I will allow myself being penetrated, but..." he rubbed himself suggestively against the man's crotch a few times, rolling his hips in doing so, giving him an idea of what he meant. God, his brother would kill him if he knew about this.

"I will be on top."

Greed brightened up immediately, his grin almost comically genial considering they had just almost been locked in combat.

"Perfect! So we understand each other! This is communication is important. I don't care where my physical location is, so long as I'm doin' the fuckin'. Ol' Greed doesn't submit to anybody. I'm glad we got this worked out so easily."

Easy to please, wasn't he? Of course, Kamui wasn't exact 'submiting' to this man, either: if something happened that he didn't like, he'd stop it. He would still control what happened to himself; though, if Greed wanted the illusion of being in total control, Kamui could give it to him. Humans (or human-like creatures, in this case) were easy enough to manipulate.

"Indeed," he purred, leaning down to nip at the other teasingly, moving his hips one more time.

The black "fabric" of Greed's undershirt, if you could call it that, soon faded into his flesh. It left only the bright red lines falling over his shoulders and sides, signifying him as a homunculus.

Greed's hands moved up around Kamui's sides, pulling him down against his body. He leaned his head up to kiss the soft-looking lips the young vampire had, his tongue slithering out to trace his lips.

Kamui had to admit that, for a vampire, he wasn't the most experienced of question, but at least he knew this much. And the rest... he could fake. He had gusto when he wanted to.

And so he parted his lips, his tongue flickering out to tease the other's, his hands running over the man's chest. If he pleased him, then perhaps he would be allowed to feed off him again. Such was the purpose of all this.

Greed was usually had more than enough passion for both parties whenever he was with someone. If they ever showed inexperience, he was usually able to take up the slack and pull a fun evening out of it.

He leaned up until he and Kamui were vertical, with the smaller male seated on his lap. Rough hands began to pull at the Kamui's clothing, trying to get more contact with his skin.

"Let's get ya' outta' this constricting get-up," he said in a low voice, trailing his tongue down from Kamui's mouth, to his neck.

He had to admit, he didn't like people touching that part of his neck, flinching when the man's tongue reached it. He covered it up, though, by starting to strip, glad he'd changed back into his Tokyo clothes (which had made him blend in a bit better than his traditional garb). His black, tight, stretchy shirt was easy to squirm out of, and he knew his matching pants would be just was easy. Not that he'd take those off yet; not yet.

Greed stopped partway down in his ministrations on the younger man's neck. Being this close up against someone made it easy to detect small changes in tension.

"Okay, so the neck is out of the question. Must be a vampire thing. Whatever." he thought, pulling his tongue back slightly.

He went lower, roughly kissing Kamui's chest as he helped remove the garments from his body. His left hand drifted down between them to unbuckle his belt and relieve some of the pressure building in his lower regions.

So the other had detected his discomfort? Odd, considering how clueless he seemed before. Maybe he was just more focused during sex? Not that Kamui cared, busying himself with slipping the other's belt from his waist entirely, snapping it with a smirk. He could have tried to restrain the man with it somehow, but... that probably wouldn't have gone over well; thus, he merely tossed it to the side, playing with Greed's fly teasingly.

He wasn't sure when or how it had happened, but Kamui'd become quite talented at teasing.

He placed a hand behind Kamui's neck and brought his head down to capture his lips again, probing his mouth gently with his tongue. He sucked hungrily at his lips and started to push forward, trying to lower the boy to the bed. He began to work at the other's complicated belt...but was a having some trouble.

"Shit! How the hell do I get this thing off?!" he though, growing closer to simply ripping the damned thing completely off. Greed was by no means used to doing intricate work, as most of his problems could be solved by smashing them really hard.

Kamui allowed himself to be pushed back, but only because the man having trouble with his belt was amusing the hell out of him. And there was no way Kamui was going to help him, either; it was enough for him to not laugh at the other, really. Instead, he propped himself up on his elbows, watching with a terrible little smirk.

Greed growled low in his throat, causing a vibration that rumbled through the entire bed. If he didn't know any better, he could swear that the boy found this amusing...

With in one smooth series of movements, Greed formed a shield over his hands, forming them into claws, then grabbed the belt and pants by the front and pulled, parting them and tearing them off Kamui's body.

He couldn't help but give a triumphant "Ha!" at finally removing the offending pants. The remnants were tossed into the same corner as Greed's jacket.

Kamui liked those pants, damn it! Granted, he had a few pairs, but still! For the principle of the thing, Kamui flipped them again, slowly sliding down Greed's fly before violently grabbing and ripping them off as well, claws extended to help. It was all in fair play, right?

And then it dawned on him that both of them were now naked. Damn, that was fast. And he took advantage of it, leaning down to lick at the other's cock slowly, teasingly again, looking right into the man's eyes as he did.

An electric spark ran up through Greed's body from the spot where Kamui's tongue touched him. He propped himself up by putting his arms behind him and looked down his body, into the eyes of the man teasing his cock.

He couldn't resist a small, involuntary thrust of his hips, causing his manhood to bump against the boy's cheek on accident.

The little bump didn't phase him in the least, taking that as a reason to drape one arm over the other's hips to hold them down. The other played with the member, steadying it as he swirled his tongue around the tip, lapping a little at the slit before stopping entirely. He wasn't going to make this entirely easy.

Greed gave low groans of approval as Kamui worked on him, his head rolling back and his tongue curling over his top lip in pleasure. All of the sudden the pleasure stopped, causing Greed's eyes to shoot open again and his head to come back up.

"Eh?" he said, cocking an eyebrow.

He looked at Kamui, an obvious look of confusion on his face.

"What are ya' doin'? Don't stop now."

Kamui smiled sweetly, and act that was possibly even scarier than his worst glares. "You want me to continue? Are you sure?" His fingers played over Greed's length, nuzzling it with his nose slightly and giving a small, coy lick at the base.

In all honestly, he wasn't getting anything from this, finding the motions and teasing easy to fake. The other wanted pleasure from him; that was all. As a payment for willingly giving a meal.

Greed sat up and looked down at him.

"Of course I do. That's just cruel, man! What, is it because I haven't reciprocated? I already gave ya' blood, what else do you need?"

He used both arms to grip Kamui around the shoulders and lift him up, then set him back down and locked his arms around the younger man's inner thighs.

"Fine, if that's what I have to do to get you to be a little more receptive."

Greed's used his tongue this time, the abnormally long appendage snaking out and curling around Kamui's cock, it's surface rough like a cat's, as it dragged across his skin. Greed's sharp jaws made oral sex with males problematic, if not outright dangerous. Luckily, he had other ways.

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