Greedy

I truly, deeply hate writing smut. I'm just getting bullied into it. :p I figured Greed and Kimblee don't get enough attention, so here's a little something for them.

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“I’m bored,” complained Kimblee for the hundred and some time, balancing an empty bottle on his finger. “Why can’t I destroy anything?”

“You’re good at destroying but useless at fixing,” answered Greed from the opposite couch. “We don’t have anything around we want to get rid off. On top of that, you draw too much attention.”

“Oh come on, I just want to make *something* explode,” insisted the long-haired one, displeased. “ I hate being bored. I just spent years in prison doing nothing but that. I need to do something. Anything to distract me.”

“Anything, mn?” Greed left the couch on which he had been lounging and walked around the low table. Kimblee watched the sin with a small amount of nervousness as he bent over him and took hold of his shirt, his sharp teeth too close for comfort. “I’ll play with you.”

“Hey, what are you-“ The alchemist tried to bat Greed’s hand away; it was doubtful the sin felt anything at all.

A second later, Greed had sunk on the couch, without letting go of his hold on Kimblee’s shirt. It brought the human over the homunculus, forcing Kimblee to hastily throw a hand down on the edge of the couch to avoid collapsing over the short-haired male. The bottle had fallen to the ground, shattering into a hundred shiny pieces that nobody paid attention to. Greed grinned up at the confused alchemist, his free hand working his own pants open.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” asked Kimblee in a low hiss.

“You said you were bored. I’ll keep you busy.”

Greed’s hand moved to open Kimblee’s pants and tried to pull them down, but the alchemist grasped them with his free hand, red with indignation. “Stop that!”

“I don’t like being told no,” the sin said casually, the threat obvious in his words.

The human snarled, “You are not fucking me!”

“That’s right, you’re the one fucking me.”

Confusion replaced the hostility. “Wait…what?”

While the ex-national alchemist tried to understand what the hell was going on, Greed lifted his own hips a little, pulling his clothing off maybe a little too roughly; he heard fabric rip, but he didn’t care.

“Your cock, in my ass. Is it so difficult to understand, little alchemist?”

“But…why?” If there were two words Kimblee would never have associated, it was certainly ‘Greed’ and ‘submissive’. Not that the sin looked or acted submissive at all…

“I want it all,” chuckled Greed. “So, give it to me before I get…forceful. You’ll like it better this way.”

The homonculus moved his left leg out of the way, letting it dangle from the couch, and squeeze his right one between the couch’s back and Kimblee’s left leg. The alchemist was left to kneel between Greed's spread legs, a position that somehow did not take away a shred of the homonculus' dignity. If anything, Kimblee felt like he was the one at a disavantage.

Greed proved him right, pulling the crimson alchemist down to him with irresistible strength to kiss him forcefully. It didn’t matter to him that Kimblee was still unwilling and tried to keep his lips sealed; it was only more fun to fight his way in, parting these sulky lips with his tongue. He claimed that mouth just like he took everything else, with greed. He wanted to take it all, to taste and feel it every corner of that moist warmth.

“Mmpf!” Kimblee protested, ineffectively trying to pull away. His blush only worsened when Greed placed a hand on his ass, pressing him down against inhuman waving hips. The human could feel Greed’s hard cock, knew he would see it if he looked down between them. Despite himself, he soon had a hard on pushing against his pants, born from the friction. He might just have been the one to made the groan that resonated in their joined mouths as their erections rubbed together, only separated by a layer of clothing.

Greed released his mouth and Kimblee gasped for air, giving the sin a sour look while licking his bloody lips; Greed teeth didn’t only look sharp, they were.

“Angry at me?”

Without anything better to express his irritation, Kimblee went with that. “Yes!”

“Feel free to punish me,” said Greed with a suggestive roll of hips and a short laugh.

Kimblee only growled, moving back a little to grip Greed’s hips and lift them. His erection was peeking out of his pants; all he had to do was connect their bodies, thrusting in viciously with all of his anger and humiliation.

If it was painful to Greed, he didn’t show it, only leaned back on the couch’s arm, tilting his head back a little and closing his eyes. Kimblee was angry and horny; he gave violent thrusts, hoping to tear just one unhappy sound, or even just a wince, from the ever cool sin. All that came was an appreciative hum, soon overlapped by Kimblee’s own heaving.

Greed, that bastard, never lost his façade. Even as he came, it was with a composed expression of pleasure, his body stilling for just a few moments. He reached down his stomach, trailed his finger in the white semen he had just spilled, and raised the digit to his mouth, tongue lazily curling around the finger to clean it. He hummed his appreciation and finally peeked at Kimblee with a strange smile.

Kimblee gasped and bent over Greed, hands clenching on the sin's shoulders, as his manhood was suddenly trapped within hard walls instead of soft flesh. It hurt, but it was so sudden and unexpected that it momentarily increased his pleasure. It triggered his release, even as the pain brought water to his eyes and tore a moan from his throat.

The trap changed back into softness and the alchemist disengaged himself hurriedly, suddenly feeling as if he’d been stupid enough to fuck a blended just waiting to turn on and maim him. Kimblee fell back against the other couch’s arm, breathing heavily and fighting the urge to both clutch himself and whimper.

“Fuck you, Greed,” he managed through clenched teeth, zipping up his pants.

“You just did,” was the smug answer. Greed must have lacked any sense of modesty; he was naked but for his furry open coat and couldn’t be bothered to care. He asked, wickedly, “Still bored?”

“No!”

“That’s what I thought.” Greed went back to wiping the semen – now a mix of his own and Kimblee’s – off his bare stomach with his fingers, lapping at them languidly.

Kimblee just couldn’t stop staring until Greed was done. That bastard.

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Greed is an evil uke. <3