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When; July 3, Night
Rating; PG13 at first, moving toward NC-17
Characters; Greed

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Summary; Greed shows Lawr that even former prostitutes need a little comfort.
Log;

After a bit of initial roof jumping, Greed finally had a bead on his prey. He used his claws to repel down the side of a building, then leapt off and rolled to a stop. Within a few more minutes of following the trial, he finally saw Lawrence in the distance.

"Oi!" he barked, his deep, smooth voice reverberating down an alleyway, "I've been lookin' for ya'!"

He ran over with all speed, skidding to a stop in front of his date.

"How are ya'?"

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Lawr looked around, a bit cautious. He wasn't sure just what was going on, but after Subaru had come streaking into the apartment that morning, and someone had come asking after him, he was a bit on guard. The door was locked, windows shut, everything just as it had been a few minutes ago, save for one less presence inside the apartment.

He looked up as Greed rushed over, a bit surprised at how fast he'd seemed to be going, and smiled. "I'm good, and yourself?" He had to admit, he was a little reluctant to leave the apartment, and to go anywhere at all, but brooding on someone who wasn't there was stupid and a waste of time. Anything to occupy himself, right..?

"Pretty good, now that we've made time together like this. Been wantin' to ask you out since I saw ya'," he said, grinning. His teeth were like an even, interlocked set of daggers, but somehow it didn't come off as all that threatening. He got down to one knee, offering his back.

"You ready? I'm givin' you the express ride to the hot springs. Much easier to go this way."

His eyes went wide as Greed sank to one knee. ..Riding on his back? Lawr had to resist the urge to laugh. It was like when he was a kid, when his family was still together, and his father would pick him up and run around. Those were.. happy times.

"A piggy back ride? Really?" Lawr smiled, letting a short chuckle escape. "I'm not that young anymore."

Greed let out a hearty laugh and slapped the ground.

"Don't worry about me. I'm even stronger than I look. Nothin' to worry about!"

He bucked and snorted like a bull, waiting for Lawr to jump onto his back.

This time, Lawr did laugh. He'd never known a grown man before that could act so...well, that would be so shameless in public like this. Hell, Greed was shameless anyway. It was just one of his quirks. Lawr rolled his eyes, a smile on his face, and climbed onto Greed's back. "Fine, I suppose."

He didn't want to say how he almost missed being carried like this. That would lead to thoughts that, at the moment, he'd rather not entertain.

Greed locked his hands together behind himself, under Lawr's rear, then took off running. He gradually made his way northwest, vaulting several benches and hopping a few lightposts. Eventually, he reached the side of a building and kicked off from it, then kicked off the wall from a building opposite it.

After reaching roof level, he hopped from building to building until he left the city area and entered the wilds. A long, stony path stretched out before him as he came down from a tree branch.

"Ah ha! THIS is the way to the temple that the spring is at," he said, continuing on as underbrush whipped by, "Almost there!"

His eyes were wide, and his fists were bunched in Greed's shirt, but Lawr couldn't look away, couldn't bring himself to crouch down and hide against his back. It felt like he was flying, like he was soaring through the air and nothing could stop him. It was... exhilarating.

Lawr ducked down as they left the city, not wanting to get hit by any stray tree branches. The air stung his eyes and whipped his hair away from his face, but he smiled, asking, "Greed, do you always run like this?"

"Eh, I've never really clocked my stop speed or anythin'. I run much faster than a human, but not as fast as some others around here. But I'm also in a hurry to get here, today."

He came to a stop at a large, ornate doorway. He allowed Lawr to slide off, then opened the massive door and held it open for his date, extending a hand inside the main room.

"Please enter, won't you?"

Lawr smirked a little, bobbing his head in a mockery of etiquette before stepping into the room. Greed was 'in a hurry'? I guess I shouldn't be surprised, he thought to himself, a bit of the excitement from the trip bleeding out. Just.. another day on the the job, right?

He walked over to one of the walls, looking at his surroundings. "So this is where the hot springs are, huh? I'll have to remember that."

"I keep 'em in good order," he said, kicking off his shoes, "Keep your shoes at the door and get comfy. We've got lots of room around this big ol' place."

He shuffled off his vest jacket and hung it up on the wall, then closed off a few of the large blinds around the area. Why did no one remember the blinds around here?

"What would you like for dinner? We've got lots of supplies."

Shoes...? Lawr shrugged and slipped off his shoes, the pair that had come with him the day he'd died and turned up here, and set them by the door, a little ways away from Greed's. What a strange place... Why was he supposed to take off his shoes? Couldn't he just walk around in them?

He watched Greed going about and closing the blinds before dropping himself onto a nearby chair. Dinner? Hmm, he might have to charge extra if Greed wanted to get a little kinky. Lawr shrugged, still looking around, as he murmured, "I don't care. Anything's fine." It was true that he'd agreed to this, but it felt like he was just taking another customer, like when he still worked for Dallas.

"Ah, good. Hope you're not vegetarian, though."

Greed had already preheated the grill and was hastily putting on the pre-marinated steaks he had readied. The smell of cooking meat soon filled the kitchen and permeated the rest of the house. As the meat simmered, he went about preparing the small, salad side-dish.

"Lessee," he said, sorting through several types of wine, "What's good..."

Within a few minutes, he was wheeling out a cart of food. One by one, the plates were set down. Prime rib, house salad, mashed potatoes, sake, red wine, and cheesecake were laid down on the table.

A small smile slipped onto Lawr's face when he smelled the food cooking. It smelled delicious. When was the last time someone had cooked him dinner? It had to have been when he was still living with Adrian, before Dallas had found him and ruined everything. Wasn't he here to take his mind off of Adrian? So then why did he keep thinking of him?

"Wow, that looks fantastic!" His eyes went wide when he saw the food set down, his stomach giving a happy little grumble.

Greed plopped down a little ways from him and began to pour himself some alcohol and scrap food onto his plate. He offered a bit of sake to Lawrence.

"You want some? Pretty good quality stuff," he said, the hot liquid sloshing around in the ceramic bottle.

His other hand stabbed a slice of meat with a fork.

Lawr regarded the bottle carefully before shrugging. "Sure, why not? Thanks." Something to drink while they ate would be good, right? He picked up his cup and offered it to Greed, setting it a bit closer to him.

From what he could tell, the place was very nice, and should the need arise, there were plenty of places to escape from. It was an old habit that he'd picked up back when he was alive; if the situation looked back, then he'd run. Nothing wrong with saving one's own skin, right?

He scooped some food onto his plate and took a bite, his eyes widening in surprise. "Wow, it's delicious!"

Greed laughed, nearly choking on a mouthful of food. Granted, he didn't need to breathe, but the interruption of such was still unsettling. He pounded his chest and swallowed.

"Thanks, darlin'! Three centuries of experience! Good to know I picked up a few things," he said, pouring for them both, "The cheesecake is friggin' great, too."

He eagerly began to wolf down his food, sharp teeth shearing through meat and bone easily.

His eyes went wide as Greed almost choked, the fork dropping to the plate as his hand twitched with the urge to thump him on the back to help him breathe. Lawr didn't know if such a thing like choking would kill a homunculus, but whether it did or didn't, he didn't want to be a part of it. Leave the killing to the murderers, to the poor, misunderstood ones.

"Cheesecake, huh?" Lawr picked up his fork again and took a small bite of it, a small gasp slipping from his lips. It was... He looked up at Greed, amazed. "You made it? It's so good!"

Greed blinked at Lawr's expression and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Actually, uh, THAT part I didn't. I got it from a local pastry place. I can show it to ya', tomorrow. Good little place."

He has soon polished off his salad and a bowl of french onion soup, then gone for a refill of his drink.

"This place is open whenever you'd like to stop over, by the way. You ever need some food or just wanna' hang out, the door's always open. I never turn down company."

Lawr didn't know whether he wanted to laugh or not. The cheesecake was from a local place? He felt a little betrayed, as if he'd been lied to, but laughed anyway. Greed... He was funny. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as he thought.

He smiled, nodding. "All right then, I just might stop by sometime. I've never been to a hot springs before, it might be nice to just relax."

Another large portion of Greed' meal disappeared in a flourish of silverware and sharp teeth. He placed a few plates and utensils aside and popped open the win, pouring a cup for each of them.

"A little cold alcohol to chase the hot stuff," he said, sliding over the glass, "Another good one."

He had soon finished the last of his food and placed all the plates of his back into the cart. He finished up by wiping his hands on some wetnaps and leaning back in his seat.

"Alcohol, huh?" Lawr picked up his glass, swirling the wine inside of it a little, before drinking it. It left a good feeling in the pit of his stomach. He took another few bites of his food, then pushed the plate away, his appetite gone. Following Greed's example, he scooped up the dirty plates and placed them on the cart, wiping his hands and mouth on a napkin.

"So," he said as he sat back down, "now what?"

Greed stood up and walked around the table, then held his hand out to Lawr.

"Shall we visit the hot spring area? There's a changing area along the way," he cooed, "I'm sure you'll like my tour."

A tour, huh? Lawr gave him a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes as he nodded and took his hand. "Sure, why not?" He got off the chair and beckoned to Greed, bobbing his head a little. "Lead the way."

Greed quickly scooped the smaller male up in his arms and rushed down the hallways, passing the large kitchen and pantry area, as well as several rooms. He jumped the banister of a staircase and slid through another doorway, ending up at a sliding glass door. A combination of steam and condensation obscured the view to the outside.

"Ha ha!" he yelled, "We're here! Lemme' just get a few things."

The homunculus rifled around in a closet, then threw a large towel at Lawr. He grabbed a cooler and ran to the kitchen, filling it with ice and some sweet, cool drinks.

"Got it!" he said, running back and plunking it down, "Now we just strip down and we're all set!"

Lawr's eyes went wide as he was pulled into Greed's arms and rushed through the building, a little bewildered as they cleared the staircase and skidded to a stop in front of the glass door. He studied it, trying to peer through the fogginess, before a towel hit him in the face. The boy blinked, more than a little surprised, as he pulled the towel down and watched Greed run into the kitchen and back. Someone was in a hurry, wasn't he?

He laughed a little. Stripping? Well, it did make sense, didn't it? So why not? Lawr reached up and pulled the shirt off his head, jeans sliding to the floor not too long afterwards. "Is there anywhere I can put these?" he asked, as he wrapped the towel around his waist.

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