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Unsettling Affairs	By : xkesshoux Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1906 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Each
individual chapter will have a different rating, different pairings,
different spoilers, and a different setting and timeline. Multiple
people were involved in writing this fic, I do not claim to have
written anything other than my own characters. I do however claim to
have come up with the plot, story idea, and organizing it all. The
others who write characters in this fic are well aware that I am
posting it, and contribute willingly. This fic is an ongoing project
with an unknown number of parts, with alternate storyline as of the
fifth laboratory incident. Enjoy!

Notes for
this chapter: Continuation on previous chapter, split for weird
reasons I forgot.

Deceit
Comes Knocking II

Rating:
PG-13/R (For language, mostly, implied sexual
activities)
Pairings: GreedxChimeras, one sided
KimbleyxGreed
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.
Spoilers:
None.
Setting: Devil's Nest/Dublith.
Timeline:
Not long after Ed went splodey.

Dorochet
clapped a hand over his mouth and tried very hard not to laugh at
Kimbley's expression. Antagonizing strangers was bad enough --
Kimbley was supposed to be on their side, so he would at least try to
keep the peace. Didn't make it any less funny, though.

The
Crimson Alchemist scowled at the words and made a mock display of
wiping his cheek with the back of his hand. "Che...whatever..."
Hand back in his pocket again, Kimbley shot another glare at the
Homunculus. "Call me sweetheart again and I'll blow that smirk
off your face..."

"You
don't wanna be my sweetheart?" Greed asked, smirking lightly
"Alright, alright." he conceeded "you're not my
sweetheart. You could never be my sweetheart. There is nothing in you
that even remotely resembles someone who would be my sweetheart."
He hooked his arm around Kimbley's waist, the other mirroring the
action around Dorochet's. "Shall we off to home then, boys?"
he asked, looking over his shoulder at Martel and Dorochet "How
about it, home now," he swiveled his head to look at Kimbley
"sweetheart?"

"Yeah,
sure," Dorochet said, wrapping an arm around Greed in return,
trying to keep it casual -- and trying not to touch Kimbley any more
than he had to. "Take us home." He grinned. "Daddy."

For a
good three seconds, Kimbley was seriously considering removing his
hands from his pockets, and for a good ten more, he was debating on
which part of Greed's body he'd transmute into a bomb this time...

"Ch..."
He didn't bother satisfying that with a more long winded reply, and
simply settled for what was going on, albeit he didn't look fond of
it.

Kimbley
would blow HIMSELF up before he ever humored Greed with the words
'master' or even more frightening, 'daddy'....If Dorochet wanted to
lower himself to that level, let him, Kimbley would have no part in
this little game of family...

Martel
didn't mind being called "one of the boys" by now. In fact,
she liked it. After all, most of her friends, no wait, all of her
friends were male, so she was naturally referred to as part of their
group. And their antics amused her. She smirked, waving a hand at
them. "Dorochet may be your puppy, but I wouldn't call you Daddy
even if you paid me. Sorry Greed. I could deal with something else,
just... not Daddy," she admitted, a hand on her hip, walking
alongside them.

"Puppy?"
Dorochet echoed, glancing over at Martel. He looked back at Greed
with a smile. "I'm your puppy?"

"Oi...please...spare
the mush..." Kimbley rolled his eyes, pondering for a little
while what to do when they got back.

Greed
grinned, letting of Kimbley's waist to bring a finger up under
Dorochet's chin "Sure thing, you can be my puppy" he
leered.

Turning
to face Martel, he gave her a smug look "Alright, I'm not your
Daddy. What about 'handler'. Snakes have handlers, right?"

Martel
paused for a few minutes in thought. She smirked and shrugged,
replying, "Okay, that I could live with."

Somewhere
in the back of Kimbley's mind, he was remotely aware of some sort of
growing hatred for both of the chimeras...though he wasn't really
sure why.

He wanted
to make a snide comment about pets, but for once he couldn't think of
one, so he shut his mouth before he blurted out nothing, which,
coincidentally, probably came across as utter brain freeze at trying
to make a witty comeback. Which it was. Kimbley wasn't too happy
about that.

Greed
paused for half a second, dropping he and Dorochet back until Martel
was level with them, then wrapped his now-free arm around her
shoulders. "Excellent. I promise I'll be the best handler you've
ever had, sweetness." he grinned at her, then sighed happily.
"This has been a productive day. I'm a snake handler and a daddy
to a puppy" he squeezed both of his arms, giving his chimeras an
awkward sort of hug. "Good day indeed."

"Ch...."
Kimbley cracked his neck and kept walking, as though nothing phased
him at all.

But
really he was starting to get seriously pissed at the chimeras...he
still didn't get why..

Martel
chuckled softly, slipping her arm around his hip. She felt too at
ease with him to resist. "Congratulations then, handler."

Dorochet
glanced over at Martel, on Greed's other side. "When you said
his plan for the day was to try to get in my pants...." He
shrugged, grinning. "Looks like you weren't giving him quite
enough credit for living up to his name."

Greed
laughed. "Obviously. I wouldn't be Greed if I just settled for
one, right?" he grinned at them, sharp teeth bared
"Soooo....what are you two doing when we get home?" He
winked, his fingers rubbing idly against Martel's shoulder and
Dorochet's waist.

Kimbley
clenched his fists inside his pockets, gritting his teeth to avoid
making some overly jackass comment and pissing everybody off, hell
he'd had enough of Martel being pissed this morning...feh...

He took
off, walking at a slightly quick pace to work off some frustration,
heading back for the Nest, alone.

-------

"Personally,
I'm planning a hot shower. After that..." Martel smirked and
shrugged. "Who knows, really. Can never tell, living with people
like I do."

Dorochet
swallowed hard. Greed seemed to maybe almost mean it.... "I
don't have any plans. ...You have something in mind?"

Greed
smirked "I'm intrigued by this shower idea of Martel's." he
tipped his head "I don't know if we could fit all four of us in
that shower, though..."

Greed
seemed to be joking, for now. He always did things like this. So
Martel played along, smirking and waving a hand, absentmindedly
tucking a finger through his belt loop. "I don't know... maybe a
hotel then? They've always got huge bathrooms."

"Huge
bathrooms and nice-smelling soap," Dorochet amended. "How
about it, boss? Gonna spring for a nice hotel to take us back to?"

Turning
all three of them around, Greed laughed affectionately. "Nothing
is too good for my people. If they want a fancy hotel shower to fuck
in, then a fancy hotel shower they shall have." With that, Greed
steered them off down the way they'd come, back towards the
commercial section of Dublith, looking for a swanky hotel to shack up
in.

Martel
blinked. Okay, Greed was starting to seem pretty serious about it
now... She closed her eyes briefly, curling her finger in his belt
loop a little more. If Greed wanted her, he could have her. It was
that simple, or so she convinced herself. She probably wouldn't even
realize it until afterwards. She opened her eyes again, and glanced
at her companions. No... she doubted she'd mind this, she decided
with a smile.

What a
picture they must make, Dorochet thought, walking down the street
like this, Greed holding them both close like -- like they belonged
to him. Which...wasn't too far from the truth, after all.

And hell,
that wasn't a bad thing to be, either. He leaned in a little closer
to Greed with a smile.

Greed
smiled to himself, pleased at these tiny posessive touches from his
chimeras, and continued on happily down the street.

----------

Reaching
a decently posh looking hotel, Greed bypassed the reception desk,
trotting up the stairs, arms still hooked around his chimeras.
Reaching the landing he randomly chose a direction, walking until he
reached a room. This one looked good. It didn't really matter.

Dropping
his arms, he reached forward and lightly rapped on the door. A few
scuffling sounds later and it opened to reveal a confused looking man
in a bad suit. "What--" he started, only to cut off as
Greed's hand wrapped around his throat. "Sorry, but we need the
room." he explained, pushing the man back into the room with the
grip around his neck, not looking sorry at all. He tipped his head,
indicating the interior of the room "Make yourselves
comfortable" he directed the chimeras, watching with a hungry
smile as the man scrabbled and clawed against the hand around his
throat.

---------

Body
stowed safely in the closet, Greed surveyed the room, hands on his
hips. "Hm, yeah, this'll do. Anyone check the bathroom yet?"

Martel
opened the door to the bathroom, glancing inside. A spacious bath
with an adjoining shower, and elegant tan tiling around the entire
room. Soft towels were piled on the sink, with more amenities than
anyone could ever dream of. She glanced back out, smirking a bit. "I
think we'll find it to our liking, sir," she commented,
gesturing inside.

Dorochet
ducked his head in and looked in the bathroom. He whistled, impressed
-- two showerheads, gray marble, more than enough space. "Boss,
we coulda brought Law with us and we'd still have enough room in
there."

Greed
laughed, sticking his head into the bathroom to check it out as well.
"Damn, you're right. We coulda had ourselves a regular orgy."
He grinned, giving his two chimeras a gentle push to their backs,
moving them into the room.

Martel
slipped inside, lifting one foot from her boot with a slick,
slithering movement, and then the other, pushing them to the side.
She shuddered at the feel of the cold tile under her small feet,
hissing softly.

----------

Kimbley
on the other hand, was starting to get restless back at the bar,
squinting at the label on the third bottle he'd pulled down tonight.

Unable to
read it, he resolved to just down it like the rest, who cared if he
was fucking drunk, not like there was anybody here for him to make a
fool of himself with after all.

Nope,
nothing like that at all...but time revealed that a lonely, drunken
Kimbley, was not at all a very happy Kimbley. Not even with an entire
bar full of potential explosives. Not even the thought of explosions
could cheer him up right now.

Not with
the thought of Greed with Martel and Dorochet looming in the back of
his mind and giving him mental images he could really do without. Ah,
but they wouldn't want him there to spoil their fun, he'd probably
just chase the chimeras off anyway, if not for the threats of
combustion, then just for the fact that they couldn't stand to be
near him.

Even
throwing an empty bottle across the bar to hear an equally empty
explosion didn't help his morose state. Kimbley remotely wondered if
too many people would bitch at him for going out on the town and just
having a blast. Literally. Hell, he was just drunk enough not to even
care.

----------

After,
curled up in a warm and still slightly wet pile of chimeras, Greed
stretched languidly, feeling all squeaky clean in some places-- and
quite dirty in others.

He
sighed, lazy, contented, and wrapped an arm around each of his
chimeras, one on either side of him, purring softly.

Dorochet
sighed happily, his head resting on Greed's shoulder, one arm resting
loosely around his alpha's waist, hand brushing Martel's stomach
where she lay curled against Greed's other side. He hadn't
expected...anything like this, earlier tonight, but it felt so good
-- warm and relaxed and pleasantly sore.

He raised
his head enough to lick at Greed's ear. "Thanks, boss."

Greed
chucked, tipping his head into the licks "you're my puppy right?
Gotta take care of you, after all" he grinned, licking
Dorochet's forehead in return and tightening his hold around the
chimera's waist.

---------

And so
there he was...flirting with a barstool...piss fucking drunk.

How
utterly sad for Kimbley. Really.

The
barstool was actually quite funny though, it told some pretty damn
good jokes. Why Kimbley would laugh at jokes about bunnies though was
beyond him. Much like everything else was beyond him at the moment,
considering he was so drunk he could barely stand up, or see
straight, or think.

Well, at
least he wouldn't remember it in the morning.

---------

"I've
probably said this before.... And if I haven't, I should have, I
guess...." Dorochet smiled up at Greed. "I'm glad you broke
us out. Not just because we got out, I mean. Because it was you."
He looked down, a little embarrassed, trying not to say anything
too...soft, especially where Martel might tease him for it later.
"You're a pretty good guy to work for."

Greed
paused, lifting his eyebrows in mild surprise, then smiled, tugging
his chimera closer. "I'm glad. And...thanks for the loyalty."
He let his eyes slip closed, settling down deeper into the soft
bedding with a contented sigh.

---------

Needless
to say, the barstool pissed him off, so he blew it up...outside...

And it
all went downhill from there, really. A drunken, explosion happy
Kimbley was not a good thing. Hell, the last time he got this drunk
he nearly blew up the whole fucking bar...

Needless
to say, it was the middle of the night, in the more trashy area of
town, in an empty street, and Kimbley was drunk as fuck with a
craving for bombs. Bad combination.

What came
next probably shook the city to its foundations and left a fiery
plume high enough to be seen from twenty miles away, and a cloud of
smoke and dust that for a while blocked out the light from the stars
and the moon. Because whatever building had been standing next to the
bar...well...wasn't there anymore.

But
Kimbley was there, laughing his drunk ass off at being slammed back
by the force, currently slumped against the wall of the Devil's Nest
with his hair and clothes in quite the disarray. But fuck...he was
laughing because damn it was so funny!

----------

Dorochet
was still smiling as he drifted off to sleep, safe and warm and
happy. He was with his alpha -- with his pack -- and they were strong
together, devoted. He hadn't even realized how much he'd needed this
until he had it, the security and comfort of knowing he mattered,
knowing the leader of his pack wanted him there.

He hadn't
slept so well in years.

----------

Decay
twitched once, her eyes clearing up a bit. By the moons of Yuggoth,
it looked like she'd zoned out again... It hadn't happened in a
while, but she supposed it was the stress. Looking around, Decay
noticed that her arms were undone from their clasps, which was good.

Even
better, she was somewhere around the outside of the door to Devil's
Nest, and there were a couple of dead bodies outside. Mmmm, dead
bodies... Sure, they looked a little rotten, but that was
okay...right? Humans don't spoil that quickly.... At least she hoped
that was the case.

She
grinned and stumbled over to them, her jagged teeth exposed and
glinting in the afternoon light. Decay tore into the flesh of the
deadthings, splattering red all over the front of her straight
jacket. She finished with them all in only thirty minutes, a real
personal record. Maybe she'd been hungrier than she though...

Well, no
matter. Decay tried to wipe her mouth on her sleeve, but only managed
to spread the stuff around, so she lifted herself up and went on her
way. Hopefully she'd find Rakai around her somewhere, but if not, oh
well. He had seemed sort of mysterious anyway.

---------

Martel
decided that now, she could die happy. Her happiness could have
killed her right there. It was a strangely blissful feeling of not
even having to breathe. Not to think. Tangled in a pile of limbs
belonging to the people she loved most, she felt an utterly soothing
sense of warmth. Her bare breasts pressed gently against her master's
side, she could feel blood beat lazily through his veins, and if she
let her feelings open enough, she could feel her heart beat against
him. Dorochet too, his skin was warm, and her palm rested on his
thigh. She could practically see the heat from them, but that was
just a simple observation. What was more important was the humbling
feeling. Homunculus or chimera, they were warm. Their hearts could
beat. Even being 'cold-blooded', she felt warmer than she ever had.
She felt loved. Right now, the idea that Greed might not even care
--actually, probably couldn't-- hardly seemed possible.

It was
odd, for her to feel this way. Snakes were solitary creatures. But
having been through so much with these two beside her, chimera and
homunculus, she was glad to feel her human side come out, if even
just to feel this. A memory had dug itself into her, only moments old
now, but something she would hold onto so tightly that she could
never lose it. It shone so brightly within her that the darkness of
the laboratory faded entirely for the moment. She hadn't felt the
ecstasy of uniting with others she cared for in a long, long time.

Martel
curled closer to Greed, her soft, feathery blonde head of hair
brushing against him. She was a pale, small figure next to the larger
forms of the two men, and since her eyes were closed, the only dash
of color was the burgundy tattoo that snaked up her shoulder, chest,
and cheek. Scratching Dorochet's thigh idly and lightly, she pressed
a soft kiss to Greed's neck, tucking her head against him. "Greed...
thank you," she whispered.

Greed was
mostly asleep, but mumbled something softly, a tiny smile spreading
across his face at the kiss.

Martel
blinked, and smiled softly. She sighed, closing her eyes as tiny hot
droplets collected there. If she ever had a home... if she was ever
human... if she ever loved someone... all of it was right here. She
didn't remember the last time she'd cried from happiness. But she was
tired, so it wasn't long before her closed eyelids became heavy.

----------

By the
time the others would get back to the bar, Kimbley would be gone.

They'd
come home to quite a mess, with the building next door to the Devil's
Nest in shambles from an explosion, and the military quartering off
the blast zone as well as the noodle shop.

If
asked, nobody would be able to recall ever seeing a ponytailed man
dressed in burgandy with gold eyes. Mainly because none of them had
seen him. Dorochet would undoubtedly pick up the alchemist's scent,
as well as a less friendly one alongside it that placed an
unmistakable feline chimera at the scene in extremely close proximity
to Kimbley. By following the scent, however, they would end up losing
the trail at the edge of town, as it simply seemed to vanish entirely
without a trace.

Please
review, constructive criticism and questions appreciated, flames will
be deflected back at you by Roy. n.n;
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