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When: January 5th, Night
Raing: PG-13 (Subject to change)
Characters: Greed

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Summary: Greed comes to Soubi's before his rescue attempt, to explain his "unique" approach to planning and get some good luck in the process.
Log:
Greed stretched out as he stood outside Soubi's door, then knocked. He had to tell his plan to someone. How else would anyone know how brilliant it was, unless he left the details with someone? He took a few moments to comb his hair and see if there was any dirt on his vest. Meaningless details, of course. His vest was leather and his hair never grew or changed, but they were small human gestures that were uniquely his own.

"Okay, let's do this," he sighed, knocking on the door several times, "Oi, oi, Soubi. You're in, right? Come let me in."

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He wasn’t in the mood for this.

Long before he heard the sounds outside his door, Soubi felt his face permanently fixed into a frown. Perhaps one of denial, or concern. Either way, he must have seemed a mess – hair a lengthy tangle over one of his shoulders from unconsciously tugging at it, twisting it around fingers in thinking.

What to do? What could be done? Then, Greed…

“Foolish,” he murmured, unable to concentrate. Especially with that voice already in his head, wanting to be let in. It would certainly be a good distraction. The blond hadn’t even bothered glancing out the window since—

Mm. What did it matter now?

“Greed-chan.” Smooth, a grin with the motion of tucking his hair behind his ears upon sliding the door open. “How nice to see you.”

Pretenses, of course. He did like to play them on occasion.

Greed's eyes immediately focused on Soubi's hair-tucking motion. The thought that it was very "cute" entered his mind, only to be quickly squashed. He needed to be focused.

Was he okay? He certainly seemed a bit off, despite his smile. Then again, Soubi always seemed off. It was so hard to tell, with him. He barely even gave off any of the biological tells most people subconsciously did when they were hiding things.

"Nice to see you too," he said, walking in and immediately pulling Soubi into an iron hug, "Been a little while."

He walked inside and plopped down on the nearest soft seat, stretching out his legs.

"I certainly hope I'm not too foolish, Soubi."

First, a blink. Then, the vaguest of smiles slipped onto his face.

Perhaps it was the heat of such a presence invading his space, if for but a brief moment. Perhaps it was the way Greed spoke to him, matter-of-factly and without hesitation. Perhaps…

Soubi shook his head.

“Of course not,” he answered, pushing at his glasses as he shoved the door closed with the softest push he could manage. The apartment wasn’t too haphazard. It never usually was, his lack of time spent there the culprit. Had it been his makeshift studio-- But no, that particular room was closed off from the general living area.

Soubi hummed softly, eventually joining Greed. The couch – there was plenty of space between them for the time being. He tilted his head as if watching, wondering before he spoke again. A change of mind.

“Mm. A little.”

He sighed and leaned back into the cushions, trying to count out patterns in the ceiling. If there was one things he didn't need, it was people worrying after him. Homunculi were tough. Homunculi were strong and soulless. They didn't fear their own deaths, so why would someone else?

"Soubi, nothin's gonna' happen to me. Probably. Hopefully. Look, it's all in my head. Just me and Cain will give ourselves up. They're probably going to sedate us for transport and hook-up. Those things don't work on homunculi, because our systems constantly renew themselves."

He jumped up from couch and became more animated, using his hands in different gestures to illustrate the points.

"First we get on board, then I can stop playin' possum and jump up! Then I'll smash the skulls of whoever is hookin' us up and drag the bodies somewhere? They don't expect people to wake up on their own, so there's little security in that area. Then we'll free whoever we need to."

A short jaunt across the room represented his escape from the battery chambers.

"Then we focus on wakin' people up and getting them into one area. Then we'll all head out! We'll get out by...Okay, I don't know how to get out yet, but there has to be a way. If not, I'll improvise."

He excitedly ran up to Soubi, leaning in on him like he was expecting some sort of praise.

"Eh? Eh? Good, huh?"

There was a laugh working free somewhere between the curiosity and confusion.

Soubi couldn’t figure out what Greed was doing, much less participate rather than the occasional nod. So serious. Even when his bangs slipped in front of his eyes, he brushed them from his line of vision to continue watching the other. The fluidity of his movements despite the lack of space, some strange grace mingled in with the words…

And when Greed leaned up against him, he sighed.

Don’t laugh.

“It could work.” Slightly monotone, eyes darkening just a fraction with a sidelong stare. Those odd but not unattractive features of his— He leaned back a little, balancing himself with his palm flat to the couch as he offered a soft smile. So much like an eager child he had been, explaining the concept to him; it was almost simple enough to…succeed. Though he hadn’t given it too much thought, Greed seemed passionate about it.

There was only one thing to do after that: he reached out with opposite fingers and carefully patted him on the head.

“It’s cute.”

He stared flatly as the fair-haired man patted his short cropped hair, releasing a small huff of air.

He expected a bit more enthusiasm, but then it WAS Soubi.

"What am I, a dog then?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

He dropped to a kneeling position and settle for enjoying the feeling of the hand running over his hair.

"Oh well, I guess it's one of those things that will seem more genius after I succeed," he sighed, reaching up to grasp Soubi's hand and gently kiss his palm and fingertips, "I guess there are worse reactions than head-pats. At least it's better than totally changing the subject."

He raised himself up on the cushion right next to Soubi.

"You can sit next to me, ya' know. I won't bite. Unless ya' want me to, of course."

It was a subconscious action to bite at his lip.

Soubi couldn’t deny he liked the attention Greed gave him, lavished without immediately asking for anything in return. Though the kneeling and the way he kissed at his hand seemed— Rather than focusing on that, he concentrated on his words and the way he was once again crossing the boundary between them.

Yet, wasn’t he good at that? Pushing, pushing, pushing until…

“Greed,” he rolled the syllables across his tongue, “I don’t mind.”

If such a thing hadn’t been obvious then, certainly he made it now. Pressing their thighs together, a hand gathering the mass of his hair over one shoulder to expose the length of his neck and the white bandages there. His words were in his smile and the cool glaze of his eyes. Perhaps now wasn’t such a good time to do something so intricate, but he simply couldn’t help it.

Like playing a game. He reached forward, sliding a finger down the side of the other’s cheek. Merely a touch, a quick graze of a brush-calloused fingertip.

“Be careful.”

The overly amorous homunculus couldn't resist capturing the finger that touched his cheek, gently sucking on the slender yet strong digit. Soubi's hands always intrigued Greed. They always looked deceptively soft, exactly as he would have expected of an artist. Upon closer inspection, feeling them, caressing them, clenching them tightly during moments of passion, he found them quite strong, like someone who had been in their fair share of confrontations.

"I'm always careful, babe. Careful enough, at least. With a defense like mine, I usually don't HAVE to be careful, but at least I know how."

He closed the distance between them, his eyes slightly lidded as his mouth twisted into a shark-toothed grin. A low growl rumbled up through his frame, from deep inside of him, as he placed a hand at the side of Soubi's face. Another unexpected oddity. Soubi had a face that was that was as beautiful as a woman's, but his body was very well-built, just a bit smaller in size and muscle tone than Greed's own.

"Of course," he breathed against the side of the other man's neck, "I might need a little bit of good luck to keep my mind focused on bein' careful."

…good luck.

It was such a simple ideal, one Soubi could not disregard so easily. Not with the lingering dampness on his skin, or those fingers touching his face. Scalding his flesh, beckoning—

The words were forming long before his lips moved.

“Mm.”

He offered the smallest of smiles, pressing just a fraction closer as if to entice. However unnecessary it was, Soubi decided to ignore it. Instincts were the best to follow, mirroring, for a moment, Greed’s own actions and cupping his face. His skin was an interesting texture, smooth beneath his palm and the fingertips resting lightly there. Almost comforting.

Soubi teased him as he always teased: barely crossing boundaries but leaving enough to instigate. Perhaps he would simply close his eyes and allow it all to happen without a sound. There, on the couch.

His hand dropped away. “What did you have in mind?”

By the time Soubi's words left his lips, Greed's arms were already moving around under his legs and back. In a swift motion he easily hoisted Soubi and turned to sit, leaning against the couch with the other man now laying across his lap.

"I'm sure you'll think of somethin'. I have a habit of inspiring people to use their imaginations," he growled deeply against Soubi's neck, brushing the long hair aside to have better access to his skin, "Just go with it till somethin' hits you."

In a quick rustle of clothing, Greed's vest was across the room, as were his shoes.

"But first we may want to lose some of these constrictions."

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