Ishbal Dreams ch23

[okami_hu]

Disclaimer: World & characters are the property of Arakawa Hiromu & Square-ENIX. However, the fic itself belongs to us (kira_k & okami_hu). We have to stress that – sadly – we’re not making any money from this.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Scar x Greed
Note: Don’t forget: this is an AU, where Scar managed to get into a high position (and the emperor’s bed), while Greed was brought up as a commoner, and he still is one.


Ishbal Dreams – Reunion


Greed follows the guard to the first warlord’s chamber door, where he's left alone. He knocks, not knowing what to anticipate from this Scar, who achieved the highest possible rank in the Ishbal army, who is an adult since some ten years... Greed's nervous.

The guard knocks politely and the door opens. A tall, strikingly handsome Ishbalite is standing there, with a hint of red tinting his cheeks. "Thank you" he says to the guard and opens the door wider. "You may go now. Greed..." the bright red gaze lingers on the commoner for a heartbeat "please, come in."

Greed stares at Scar, as he goes in. The commoner can track back those lines on the first warlord's face to their childhood, but there are new ones also - from the worry and weariness. Greed writes them down simply - the marks of adulthood. He almost forgets to greet the other man, but at the last moment he bows. "First warlord Scar." He's a mere commoner and shared childhood or not, he won't endanger his newly won freedom by a miscalculated friendliness.

Scar observes the man in front of him just as thoroughly. Greed's face turned longer through the years, his hair is now slicked back; he grew a lot - Scar almost snickers at this thought - and his muscled developed even further. But that mischievous sparkle is still there in his eyes and his mouth is the same - kissable and quirks up easily into a smile. "Greed..." Scar whispers hoarshly and in the next moment, he gathers the other into his arms with a desperate hug. "Oh, Ishbala, how I missed you!"

Greed laughs and hugs back as well as he can. The previous nervousness and wariness are gone, because this is the same old Scar. The scar, the whitened hair, the ranks and the wider shoulders didn't turn him into a stranger. "I've missed you too, Scar." Greed is beaming at the first warlord.

Scar's eyes shine moistly but he's smiling broadly. "You look fabulous, Greed. Really. You turned into a very handsome guy. These muscles..." he runs a hand down on the other man's arm "Oh, I can still remember, when you were a weakling, whom I had to protect...! But you started to train then and I can see the result." And Scar gives his friend another bear hug.

Greed laughs again - it's good to be here. "I was never a weakling, Scar," he protests, "you just never understood the fine art of running away from the stronger ones." He pulls back a little, and touches the cross-form on Scar's forehead. "You've changed too. Gained some respect and weight." Greed grins again, teasing the first warlord.

"That plus weight is all muscles" Scar grins happily and leans into the touch like a big cat. "And not some thick skin, like in your case."

"We all have what we need to survive." Greed answers simply, and he strokes Scar's face before pulling back his hand with a small sigh. It's improper - as he was reminded just some hours ago - and beside that, Greed doesn't want another refusal today. He managed to hold the wine during the hugs, but it's time to give it to Scar. "Here, brought as a gift, hoping you'd share it, but feel free to just stock it away, as you've done it back then, Scar."

"Those were different days." Scar is a bit surprised at Greed's sigh - he doesn't know about what happened, how could he? The wine is taken from the black-haired man's hands and Scar gestures towards the table. "I hope you're hungry because I planned to treat you for a dinner. And we can drink this to celebrate our reunion." His smile is warm; his heart is so full of joy and love, he could kiss his best friend here and now, like they did in a shadowy ruin of a house so many years ago, because they wanted to know, how it feels.

"I haven't eaten, so yes, I'm hungry." Greed answers returning Scar's smile. He has million questions about Scar's life and work, but he doesn't know where to start. Still there must be an opening, and looking around, he grins as he sits down behind the table. "You've developed some style or it's a woman's touch I see?"

"Both, I believe." Scar settles down as well and opens the bottle. "I've found myself a beautiful, caring woman, who loves me and whom I love. She's a healer and her name is Rose." He can't hold back a dreamy sigh. "And how about you? Although I don't think you have settled by one woman, you loved all of them. "

"And still love them." Greed agrees. He's happy for his friend. "But, as you probably already know, I've run into someone special, who intrigues me," Greed smiles softly.

"Lust, the beautiful Black Lily...?" Scar smirks. "She's special indeed. Pretty, clever, brave and a real patriot. I wish you the best." And he raises his glass. "For you, my friend."

"For us." Greed says with a small smile and drinks. "I've never thought I'll discuss her with you."

"You discuss EVERY girl you had an encounter with." Scar reminds him with a broad, boyish grin. "And that was... what, another one every other day? You desperately wanted to be complimented."

"There were some, who lasted longer," Greed grins. Good old times. "Not that you weren't the same, Scar. You just stalked them first before gaining enough courage to ask them into your bed. But after the hunt was over, you've looked another one as well..."

"Well..." The first warlord blushes. "Because I was searching for the right one." He knows the excuse is lame and false too. He just enjoyed the encounters whit the girls, who admired his good looks.

Greed grins at Scar. "Of course, if you say so, first warlord." His words are clearly mocking. "Anyway you've found this lady, Rose, and I've continued to enjoy what life can offer." His stomach growls and he smiles apologetically. "Shall we say the blessing?"

Scar smiles, as an old memory comes to him. "Remember all the stolen fruits? We asked for forgiveness every time before we tried to eat them." He reaches out for Greed's hand. "It's not stolen, and we don't need permission but we can still thank it to Ishbala together."

Greed nods. He remembers - those fruits were probably the first steps in his carrier. He doesn't pull away his hand, just starts to say the age-old prayer, thanking the food for Ishbala. After it's over, he smiles softly at Scar.

Scar doesn't want to release that hand but his friend will need it for to be able to eat. So he does, with a small sigh and grabs his own fork and knife. "Enjoy." And he starts to take for himself.

Greed digs in - he didn't eat Ishbalian food for more than a month, and during the Amestrisian's care... Well, let's say, he didn't get enough. But he stays careful - he doesn't want to throw up. It's so tasteful, he actually moans a little, before slowing himself to enjoy every little bit.

Scar smiles on him. "You've always valued the pleasures of life, Greed. Women, wine, food, wealth. You wanted to be rich beyond your own wildest dreams. How is it running?"

Greed swallows before answering. "I've enough money to live without troubles... But I didn't give up being the richest." He grins, and sips from the wine. "And you've reached the highest possible rank, found the woman of your life, what else is there to wish for you, Scar?"

"Children. Peace. And more good company." Scar answers with a gentle smile. “If I'll have that all, I'll be a happy and contented man.”

"You've the best company around you, with the Lord Prince and me." Greed says, showing his almost trademark egoism. "And I think you work on the other two..." And he winks at Scar. He doesn't wait for the effect of his words, but turns back his attention to the food. He ate so little, but he has to stop now, or he'll regret it. With a little sigh he pushes away his plate. "Thanks for this heavenly dinner."

"Any time, my dear friend." Scar smiles cheerfully. "I hope you've left some place for the dessert too. And please, help yourself with the wine. I have something stronger too, if you'd like it." And he goes to a little cupboard to fetch the sweets. The same chocolate cookies, which tempted Mustang into a kiss.

"No, thank you, the wine is enough for now. Maybe after the dessert, I'll be more... daring."

"I'm waiting for that." Scar smirks evilly. He remembers that tone. It always meant fun and, well, Greed looks ravishing. The warlord places the plate down and takes a piece of cookie for himself. "Enjoy this as well. I've learned, that somehow, these particular sweets use to make some... more hungry. I wonder if they'll have the same effect on you as well."

Greed takes one into his mouth, and slowly starts to eat it. He munches away the chocolate covering - some would say it's over-sweetened, but he thinks it's perfect. "It's lovely." He glances at Scar, under his eyelashes, forgetting his self-attempted rule, to not seduce the first warlord. Even if he misunderstood these carefully chosen words, he won't leave it alone, until Scar doesn't say so.

Scar pulls his chair closer and settles down, the childhood memories still vivid in his mind. He remembers the shared kisses under the moonlight, the first clumsy attempt to make love and the last, almost desperate night, before he joined the army. The cookies are sweet and he loves them just as much as Greed appears to be.

Greed's eyes follow Scar's hands as he takes another piece, and he suddenly remembers how those hands felt against his bare skin... The care and sweetness that radiated from Scar... Greed gulps down the last bit of his cookie, and looks at his fingers. There is melted chocolate on them. "Do you remember...?" Greed asks, before putting one finger into his mouth, slowly, delicately licking off the sweetness from it.

Scar's eyes are flaming rubies and his voice is dark velvet as he takes Greed's hand. "How could I forget...?" And he begins to lick off the chocolate, softly purring.

Greed sighs softly - it feels good, so good. To be wanted, to be cherished... "I'm glad..." He touches the white hair with his other hand, gently massaging Scar's scalp. "I want to kiss you." He's sure, he won't be denied.

Scar simply leans closer to him and claims his lips gently, lazily. He matured a lot since those first kisses, which were eager and needy and violent. Now, he can savor the feeling, the taste of the chocolate, the wine and that musky aroma, what's so uniquely Greed.

Greed moans into this unhurried kiss, enjoying as their tongues dance together, tasting Scar and the sweets they had. He clings to Scar's hair, and shoulder, before pulling back for air. He's panting, but his eyes are shining with desire and affection. "Wow!" He says and laughs, before tipping his head for another taste of Scar. It's so tasty.

That's perhaps not the most long-winded praise Scar ever got, but he senses the love and approval in it and it makes him grin. The warlord's arms encircle the tall commoner's waist, gently pulling him into his lap. His array-marked hand slips to Greed's back but the black marks remain silent. This is no time for battle. Or at least, not that kind of battle they were intended for. He kisses back just like the first time: slowly, sweetly, and steadily. He wants to have more of his friend.

Greed needs air again, and it's such an annoying habit, he should quit, because it keeps interrupting his kisses... "More..." Greed lets Scar hold his weight, and starts to lick the first warlord's ear, playing with it, and gently biting the lobe. "I want more, Scar..."

"And you shall have it, Greed," the warlord whispers breathlessly and his large, warm hands slip to the other man's buttocks to knead them gently. Scar's an experienced kisser - once again, he learned from the best and his strong, sweet tongue battles with Greed's. Scar can't help but moan into the kiss, his old friend is intoxicating.

Greed's blood boils, hearing that needy moan. It feels so good, and he knows from experience, it'll just get better... But these kisses aren't enough, he wants even more, feeling Scar's hands and mouth all over him, and more than that. His fingers are in the first warlord's short hair, and he pulls back Scar from his mouth. "You won't stop at just kisses, will you?" Greed asks, and he notices his voice has gone almost raw, its usual velvet forgotten in the heat of passion.

Scar gasps for air. "No if you don't want me to stop." His pants feel a little tight and the need is calling him - he hasn’t touched this body since so long and Scar wants to feel those muscles rippling under his palm. "How far would you like me to take this?"

Greed cannot help but grin. "How about all the way to the bed?" Even though it's good to sit in Scar's lap, he doesn't wish to do there anything more than kissing. Maybe just a little nipping at Scar's neck...

Scar grins back. "I hope you won't mind if I won't carry you... That would look stupid." And he gently pushes Greed off of his lap.

"Not at all." Greed laughs and gives Scar a small kiss. "You look good like this, flushed and grinning, enjoying what life gives you." As he waits for Scar to show the way, he keeps stroking and caressing the first warlord's back, and even as they walk, he turns from time to time, to outmap Scar's muscles.

Scar purrs like a big cat and his movements are lazy but fluid. He loves the caresses and can't wait for the moment, when those hands will touch his naked skin. He leads Greed into the bedroom and motions towards the king-sized bed there. The carpets on the floor are soft and the bed is made with silk and soft fur. "I believe we'll have a good time." Scar smiles, and grabs Greed by the waist to kiss him again.

Greed grins against the kiss, before returning it passionately. "It reminds me of home," he says, turning around the room, before attacking Scar's clothes. He wants the first warlord naked, tasting all those skin, and making him moan...

Scar's clothes are loose, easy to remove and he even helps Scar, so he's soon naked and gorgeously golden-brow, composed of velvety skin and firm muscles. The arrays on his right arm look like they would be alive as he moves. Scat starts to shed down Greed's clothes as well; he's curious about this old-new body and... he wants to know if there are any scars or marks left by some Amestrisian.

Greed smiles warmly at Scar. The first warlord's body is nearly too perfect, at least in Greed's eyes. His own is similar - hidden under the dark skin, there are lean muscles, and there are older and newer scars as well, bearing testimony to a hard life. The latest set is healed burn marks on his chest - a reminder from the first days in the Amestrisian prison - and some minor cuts from the boots of his guards.

Scar's sharp eyes catch the burns and he places a hand on them. They shouldn't hurt anymore but Scar is angry. "Where is this from?" He asks calmly.

"Amestris." Greed shrugs, he isn't proud to those one, nor to the memories of how he gained them.

Scar shakes his head. "It was obvious. But who did them?" His voice vibrates with surpassed tension. He hates fire, hates the pain of the burned wounds and it pisses him off with no end that his best friend had to endure it.

"Some soldier-boy..." Greed shrugs again. "Said, his name was Kimblee."

Scar hisses in surprise, his bright red eyes narrow... then he hugs his friend close, embracing him tightly, and seeking shelter from his own memories. "My dear friend... Did it hurt badly...?"

Greed snickers after his initial shock. "I don't know. I wasn't paying attention..." He doesn't like where this conversation is heading. He's not weak, but he doesn't wish to relive what happened. Not now, staying naked next to his willing, beautiful, and a moment ago lustful friend.

Scar pulls away a little and caresses the other's face, then leans down and places a kiss on the burn-marks. He swears he could taste the flames beneath the delicious muskiness of Greed. But it's alright now; there are no flames here - save those of passion. Scar's hands slip to Greed's waist and then lower, to his hips and his rear. "You're beautiful, my friend. You've changed so much and yet, I can see the child you were."

Greed has no problems falling back into the mood, not when Scar's touching him like this. The words are an added bonus, and Greed has to kiss the first warlord before he answers. "Thank you. I've tried to maintain him as much as I could... And being with you brings him back more." Greed's voice is soft, and his own hands sneak around to scratch next to Scar's spine.

Scar eagerly arches into the touch and he smiles again, all worries forgotten. His hands roam up and down on his friend's back, wanting to feel as much of him, as he just could. A few minutes after, Scar backs away a little and sinks to his knees, to caress Greed's sleek thighs, his fingers avoiding the groins first.

"Scar..?" Greed gasps, looking at the kneeling first warlord. He knows what is about to come, and he steadies himself on Scar's shoulders. This light caressing is maddening him! "Please, do it..." His voice is hoarse, but there's no shame in it.

Scar looks up and his own blood becomes hotter with a few degrees too, as he sees that anticipating look on Greed's face. The warlord smiles and his strong fingers ghost over his friend's member. "Had it been that long...? You're so wanton, my friend. And it suits you so perfectly."

"I was in that damned prison for a month!" Greed growls at Scar. He wants to feel more, not just these butterfly-touches that will just simply make him mad with desire. He tries a different tactic: he whines. "Scar, pleassse...”

The warlord has to laugh. "Trying to pull the old tricks on me...? Well, they won't work..." He pauses on purpose just to see the raw hunger in those keen ruby eyes. "...less effectively, than they did back then." He finishes softly. And because he meant it, he opens his mouth and runs his tongue along the already hot and hard shaft. The taste is... deep and dark and very manly; and Scar loves it. He looks up. "Your taste changed too, through the years; it was lighter back then. But this is nice too." And he goes for a second.

Greed moans and pants - this is so good, almost too good, even tough he had taken care of himself at home. His fingers dig into Scar's shoulders, steadying himself. "More...! Scar, please, gimme more...!" He breathes out as soon as his voice - and self-control - returns.

Scar stands up and cups his friend's face with both hands. "Do you want me inside of you? If yes, just lay down and I'll be back in a minute." And with a mischievous smile, he adds: "I don't keep the oil under my bed anymore, you know... But I have a small bottle in the bathroom just in case."

Greed laughs, and pushes his friend toward the bathroom, still laughing. "Go, before we both burst..." He goes to the bed, pushing away the blankets. He waits for Scar, sprawling out on the bed, stretching out his long limbs.

The warlord quickly gets the small bottle and goes back; although, he stops for a moment, to marvel at the beautiful, dark-skinned body on the light-colored sheets. Like an ebony statue on the marble floor. He sinks down next to Greed, stretching out his strong body and kisses him deeply, passionately, while his free hand travels up and down on that well-muscled torso from the neck to the crotch and back.

Greed watched as his friend made his trek from the bathroom to the bedroom, and after the eye candy he gets the full attention of Scar. The kissing is still wonderful, probably even more, because of the need in it, and that wandering hand finds all of his sensitive spots. "Oh, Ishbala..." Greed moans, before one of his hands grabs Scar's hair, to pull him closer for another kiss, wanting to drink in that intoxicating taste. His other hand is on Scar's chest and side, touching, caressing and scraping the warlord in a random pace.

The warlord feels a little dizzy; the need in Greed's movements is surprising but just a little. He can see his friend's manhood throbbing, pulsing with blood and his own need ask for satisfaction too, so Scar straightens. "Open your legs for me." His voice is deep with desire and he runs a hand down on Greed's leg, to encourage him further; although Scar doubts that his friend would need any.

Greed moves without hesitation, but a little slowly, wanting to enjoy that hand on his leg a little more. He pulls up one of his legs, and shows off the other to the side, offering himself to Scar. He's glad; he stays on his back, because he can watch the first warlord now. His fingers move to Scar's chest, teasing his nipples a little. "You enjoy making me wait..."

"Just a little" Scar protests sweetly. "Mmm, touch me more... You know, that I like it." He pours some oil on his fingers and starts to massage his friend's opening, which is shamelessly offered for him. "It's been long for you... Tell me if I should be more gentle. I don't want to hurt you, my dearest friend."

"I will..." Greed answers and scratches lightly at Scar's nipples with a wide smile. "But, I'm not from glass, you know..."

Scar lowers his head. "I can tell... you're firm muscles all over and velvety skin... I just..." he laughs a little "I guess, I've only become more sentimental through the years. Forgive me." And he pushes one finger in, slowly, cautiously and starts to stroke his friend's inner walls with it. "Mmm, you're still hotter then the burning desert sand."

Greed gasps out at the mixed sensations. It feels so good; the pain of stretching simply heightens the caressing. Greed takes a shuddering breath, and relaxes himself. "There's nothing to forgive, my friend... I'm too impatient." He grins again, as the pain is gone.

Scar feels and sees, that his friend is comfortable, so he soon adds another finger and a bit later, a third. Greed's gasps are like some sweet music to his ears and he wants to hear it more. "Yes, my friend, please, sing to me..." he murmurs.

Greed moans without being encouraged. This feels so good, so pleasurable, so... not-Amestrisian. "Scar... Ah... I'm ready..." Greed says, panting and moaning between the words, but trying to form whole sentences for Scar.

The white-haired warlord nods and coats his own throbbing member with the oil too. Then, he grabs it and nudges the other man's opening with the head. "Receive me" Scar breaths like it would be a prayer "like you did on those moonlit nights." And slowly, painfully slowly, he eases himself into that incredibly tight, amazingly hot and wonderfully silky channel.

Greed smiles through his moans and gasps - Scar is well-developed, and it hurts a little, but his burning need doesn't die - those nights were long ago, but he still remembers to the sweetness of them. And this night is almost like those ones. "I am... Scar... friend... lover..." Greed answers as his body accepts Scar's slow invasion. "I... need you, please..!" His voice is broken from the pleasure and from the need to gasp for air.

Scar doesn't stop until he's buried to the hilt and just then lets out the breath he never noticed he was holding. His hands worm under Greed's shoulders to keep him close and the warlord starts to kiss his friend's neck. "I need you... as well" he manages between two kisses. Then, he moves, pulling out of that breathtaking body and pushing back with long, slow strokes. Maybe sometime in the future, if Greed's up to it, they can do it like when they were children - wildly, eagerly, quickly; but now, they're both adults, friends and lovers joining in the ancient dance of love. The age-old rhythm is drumming in Scar's ears and he lets out a trembling sigh. "You feel so good..."

Greed just moans helplessly, his eyes shut at the intense pleasure. Behind his closed lids, he can still see Scar's bent form, so there is no need for the extra effort of keeping them open. "Ah...!" Greed tries to agree, but he can't. Because Scar just found that spot what makes him see the stars, and almost tipping over his perfect balance. He's close, and it's almost amusing, that Scar didn't touch him, nor is he touching himself.

Scar moves a bit faster now, concentrating on those muscles around him, holding him. His best friend's comforting presence brings him closer to the edge, than the actual lovemaking. He dives deep into that body, moaning out loudly. "Ah! Greed, my dear friend... ooh...! So tight...!"

Greed arches up to meet every thrust, and that last hard thrust is all he needs. "Ah... ScAR!!" He cries out and comes, and there are colorful spots before his eyes, and his whole body tenses as the pleasure runs through him, from head to toe, melting away his nerves.

The cry triggers something inside the warlord but he's not ready yet. He continues slamming into that tight heat a little more, before he feels that brightness close on him, so hot, so blinding... "Greed!" He groans lowly, chocolate body tensing and shaking from the pleasure of fulfillment. He can't see, can't talk, just pant until the world around him ceases to shine and swirl. Scar hugs his friend even closer. "Greed... I love you, my friend. I won't let you stray out of sight again."

Greed smiles softly and doesn't care about the impossibility of this idea, just nods. "You don't need to. Not going anywhere for a while." He's tired, and he wants to sleep a little with Scar on him, in this soft bed. In comfort and safety. He kisses Scar's mouth, keeping back his tongue, and closes his eyes.

Scar barely moves, just pulls himself free, then pulls the blanket over them and cuddles close to his friend's warm body. He inhales that musky scent and slowly drifts off into a peaceful slumber.