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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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What did Kamui want? Well, the other's blood of course, but... he was too experienced a hunter to just come out and say that, even if it may be easier. This guy didn't seem to smart: just inviting a stranger into his place with no one else around to intervine, should something happen. Which it... would.

"Anything is fine, really. Something easy? Ready made? It doesn't matter," he said almost softly, watching the man with sharp eyes; sitting and crossing his legs properly.

Greed, too excited about having a guest to really notice that he wasn't human, was already in the fridge, fishing several entrees. Sliced deli meats, turkey, pasta primavera, baked scallops, and even some caesar salad were soon placed out.

"I love leftovers. Nothin' goes to waste in THIS temple."

He sliced tomatoes and tore up some lettuce, then began to make a BLT sandwich. He motioned to a cupboard over Kamui's head.

"Tequila and a few other alcohols are up there, if you want 'em."

For that last step he fixed up some raspberry Schnapps and set them on a tray with his sandwich and turkey meat.

"I'll lead the way to my room. It's one of the larger ones, so ya' can stretch out."

His room. How... subtle. Either way, Kamui quickly grabbed a nice bottle of tequila (yes, a bottle. He was going to need it, he figured, to deal with this one), a shot glass, and made a small sandwhich out of random things offered. It wasn't as if he wasn't able to down human food, vampires would't blend into society if they couldn't, but it couldn't sustain him at all. He needed blood.

"Nice room," he said, trying to sound interested, as he entered the other's room.

Greed sat at a small, black laquered coffee table, setting his tray down and taking a bit.

"So, what kinda' world do you come from, babe?"

The 'babe' thing was so going to get to him. Seriously. But he'd try his damnedest not to show it until he was fed. "I barely remember my home world," he instead chose to recline on the man's bed, not touching his 'food' as of yet. "The last one I visited, however, was a destroyed desert world. Only rained highly concentrated acid, was filled with dangerous mutated animals... that sort of thing." The vampire shrugged. Not like he'd spent much time outside in that place; often instead just sitting by the water Subaru was trapped in.

"And you?"

"Eh, typical place. Very rugged terrain. Not very advanced technology, like I've seen here. Alchemy is how most people get things accomplished, instead."

Greed is a very intense eater, as his nearly empty plate can attest to. He finished up the last bites and wiped his mouth of a napkin. He placed the tray outside the door and sat on the edge of the bed his much smaller friend had already found his way to.

"So, you still hungry or not?"

Might as well get things over with. First, though, Kamui took a good shot of Tequila; then made his way to the other with an evil smirk, crawling. "I am. Very. But in case you haven't noticed," he slightly extended a claw on his index finger, running it along the vein in the other's neck, "But in case you haven't noticed, I'm not exact human. Common food has no use to me." The claw made a slight cut; shallow, at least for now.

Greed didn't feel it, as he was too distracted by the faux-demure smile of his dinner guest. He placed a hand under Kamui's chin and tilted his head up to look at his face.

"Hmm...nice. Very nice, as a matter of fact. You have the most intriguing eyes. Almost inhuman, really. Kinda' like mine. That's my kinda' guy."

What was sad was Kamui was used to such a reaction, often finding people taken by him like this. Whatever. Sure, it pissed off his brother, but it made victims easier to work with. "Not human either, are you?" He licked his lips. "Your blood smells the same, though. Wonder if it tastes the same."

The scent of a good meal was making him dizzy, gathering some of the liquid with his finger and then licking it off, "Better, maybe." Now... should he go for the neck or wrist? The wrist was a little less painful; more impersonal, but... well, he wasn't in the mood to cause this man any less pain. It was easier to be violent and rough using the neck.

"Nope! Homunculus. We're like humans, but also not. Hard to explain all the gory details."

His eyes refocused at Kamui's last statement. His cheeks gained a red tinge and his shark's grin widened. He removed his vest and tossed it into a corner.

"You like to bite, huh? Kinky! I like it! Let's get this movin'!"

He left himself quite open.

And Kamui was going to conveniently ignore that last statement. How annoying. Stupid moronic human... or... whatever. "As you say."

Finally, he got on his knees and leaned in, licking over the vein, then biting down hard, one hand curling around the back of Greed's neck to steady it. The first rush of blood was nice and warm; delicious since he'd denied himself proper nutrition for so long.

"Ow! Holy shit, you ARE aggressive! I was lured in by that cutesy demeanor, but it looks like you're the rough and tumble type."

He actually curled his hand around Kamui's neck, pulling him closer and urging him to bite more.

"Ha ha! C'mon, let's see if that little mouth of yours actually has any strength in it!"

Greed was fell back, using his other hand to grip Kamui's rear and pull him completely on top of his own body.

God, so annoying. Maybe he should gag him? Most victims didn't give him this much trouble.

Of course, this guy didn't exactly seem like a victim; in fact, he seemed to be enjoying this. At least, he seemed to be if the hand on his ass was any sort of indicator. Kamui wasn't sure... what to do with that, really. Most people got scared after it became clear what would be happening.

All he could think to do was half-lid his eyes, pupils now slits, as he roughly jerked the man's neck, biting and sucking harder, more violently.

An almost reptilian growl rumbled up from inside him.

"Man, you take a lot. Almost li...Oh, I get it! You're a vampire! I know some vampires here."

He continued to hold Kamui's head in place and ran his hands up and down his smaller body, tracing the contours of his muscles and try to pull at his clothes.

"You should probably know that I never run outta' blood. I'm a regenerator. I can come back from injury even faster than you guys. Just remember that after you're full, it's my turn to take a little somethin'," he said, the pupils in his eyes dilating into thin slits.

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.

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