Ishbal Dreams ch24

[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: Kimblee x Greed; Scar x Greed
Note: It’s amazing, how the ideas keep coming while typing…


Ishbal Dreams – The Crimson Alchemist


There is darkness around Greed, and he doesn't know where he is. He forces himself to remember as the surrounding area becomes clearer: hard, brick walls, the simple layer of plaster darkened by age and probably blood... Cold stone under his feet and the flickering torch to light in the darkness. It's Central City, Amestris. And Greed is in this prison-cell for the second day - or is it night already? He doesn't know.

Suddenly, the door creaks. It opens up slowly, casting a yellow line on the floor. A single figure enters. His face is still hidden by the shadows, but it's a tall, slender male with a long pony-tail. He stalks closer to the bound prisoner and kneels down in front of him. Now, at least his broad grin is visible, his teeth shining like pearls. "Hellooo... Pretty Ishbalite."

Greed shudders involuntary. This guy is creepy, and not just because of the slightly yellow eyes... He's still and silent, if the guy unties him, he'll try and make a run for the door, and out of this place.

The guy lifts his hands and lightly caresses Greed's face. "It's been long I last had such a handsome one..."

"Thank you, but could you please untie me, so I could knock you senseless?" Greed thinks silently, pulling his head away from the caress. "That's so sad..." He answers, keeping the mocking tone out of his voice. Greed's willing to bargain his body for his freedom, but it'd be easier if this Amestrisian didn't scar him.

The soldier sniffs in mock-grief. "Yes, poor me. You see, I'm the chief interrogator here. My name is Zolf J. Kimblee. But you can call me "Sir”. What's your name and rank? "

Rank? He doesn't have one! Greed stares back, and doesn't know, if he should lie or not... "Why do you need it, Sir?"

"Well..." Kimblee grins cheerfully - hey, the Ishbalite obeyed...! "You see, we only take military prisoners. The civilians are useless for us."

That answers for the question. Greed knows, they won't let him simply go, so after a deep breath he answers. "I'm Greed, and I'm His Majesty's, the Lord Prince's warlord." He decides the rank randomly - it's high enough to be considered useful, but there are many lesser warlords, so he won't stick out.

The yellow eyes widen a little. "A warlord...! That's good indeed. That's a pretty high rank if I remember correctly. You should have some valuable information then. I'd like to know... where are your troops stationed?"

Greed curses inwardly. Bastard Amestrisian knows about the military system. "I don't know." He answers, truthfully, and adds his charming smile too. If this Kimblee considered him harmless, and untied him, that would be great, so Greed makes his best to be someone nice.

Kimblee shakes his head. "That’s not good. If you won't tell me, I have to hurt you." He places a hand on Greed's chest and rubs it gently. "I can be very dangerous, you know. You better speak."

Greed starts to pull back from the touch, but stops himself in mid-motion. He doesn't know what does the interrogator want, and he wants to be free... "So I should speak?" Greed smiles charmingly. "About the way your hands feel on my chest?"

"That would be nice, yes..." Kimblee can't stop grinning as he starts to unbutton the prisoner's shirt. He's desperate to touch that skin... He loves to touch human skin. It's so vulnerable against his power...!

Greed shifts his shoulders as the Amestrisian starts to undress him. "Couldn't you untie me, Sir?" He asks, politely.

"I could. But I won't. I don't like, when somebody is fighting against my touch. Because they use to." He holds up his hands and shows his palms to Greed. "Because of these."

There are a sun and a moon on the palms, but Greed doesn't know what they mean. Greed isn't an alchemist. He knows about the general concepts behind the alchemy, but nothing more. "What are they?" He asks, wondering, what's scary in a sun...

Kimblee's grin turns obsessed. "These are arrays. They're very effective. You know, Greed... They call me the Crimson Alchemist. That's because I use to paint everything with crimson... These arrays can turn anything into a bomb. They can make anything explode. Even the human body." He caresses Greed's exposed chest. "In fact, the human body makes the best bomb. It is full of wonderful substances like phosphorus and sulfur..."

Greed stares at Kimblee. The man is mad, he decides, and sadistic. To make someone explode from the inside... The Ishbalite shudders and tries to pull back from those dangerous fingers.

Kimblee catches the Ishbalite's head with both hands. "No, you won't get away that easily, handsome, dark warlord. You'll answer my questions one by one. Or else, I'll hurt you. You know, I had to restrain myself lately... But my blood boils for having a little fun."

Wonderful... Greed can't free himself, and he doesn't know the answers to the questions. Still, there's no reason to panic, there must be a way to live it through, Greed muses. "What kind of fun?" He asks, hoping, this way Kimblee would keep on speaking, and forget him.

The yellow-eyed alchemist's grin stays. "I will have you. If you insist on being stubborn and don't talk, I'll rape you. If you talk, I'll make it enjoyable."

Greed's eyes widen at this. The alchemist is serious, and this is Amestris and he's an Ishbalite, so there's no one to help him. He doesn't want Kimblee. Nor does he relish the pain, and he has this feeling, the alchemist is a sadist, so that "enjoyable" is very doubtful too. But there's no need to make this harder to himself, so Greed bows his head down. "I'm a reasonable man..."

"So you'll answer my questions?"

"I'll try." Greed needs a good background story. What did he do in Amestris, instead of being at home, in front of the soldiers, and what are the lord prince's plans. He goes for the dumb but honorable image - something, the Amestrisians have no problem with.

Kimblee doesn't waste the time; he asks again. "Where are the troops stationed? How many soldiers?" Etcetera.

Greed tries hard to remember to the information he gathered, he wants to mix in some real facts. But the first question is easy - he names one of the caves behind the desert what is somewhere in-between the two countries. The Ishbalite name isn't usually known, so Kimblee will have something to work with, until he finds the location.

Once he has all the information he seemed to want, Kimblee nods and with a sudden move, he slips his hand on Greed's crotch.

"Wait!" Greed's startled by it, but he remembers to the need to be polite. "Untie me first, please, Sir."

"You'd beat me senseless."

Yes, that's why... Greed grits his teeth, but doesn't answer. The Amestrisian is still wary of him, this won't work, whatever he says.

Kimblee resumes to stroking him, gently, steadily. "Hmmm, that's a nice size. And your chest is broad and smooth, I really like this." His other hand fists into Greed's black hair and the alchemist yanks him closer into a kiss.

Greed doesn't respond well to the violence, but his body seems to like the stroking. The Ishbalite lets Kimblee have this first kiss, not trying to gain control. Greed can wait, until the alchemist gets bored and unties him. Because the Amestrisian needs to untie him to gain full access to his body...

Kimblee licks at Greed's lips and straightens, to walk behind the prisoner's back, where a chain attaches his cuffs to the wall. Fortunately for him, he only has to remove the chain, the cuffs will stay. The alchemist opens the lock and pushes Greed hard, that he would fall.

Greed curses in Ishbalian, as his head connects with the stone, and curses some more, because his arms are still bound. Bastard Amestrisian can't simply undo the cuffs! And his legs are sore from the long stillness, so Greed can't jump up and simply kill the alchemist.

Kimblee kneels behind him and starts to work on the belt buckle. "You have a nice body, Greed. I like it." And he licks his lips. The Ishbalite's dark skin is like velvet on his chest and the alchemist can't wait to touch more of it. He pulls down the trousers and the underwear and licks at Greed's spine, while his fingers dig into the prisoner's hips.

Greed is uncomfortable. The words - any other time flattering - only make him angrier and he can't deny the Amestrisian's effort to make it less painful are working. It's confusing, to enjoy someone’s hated touches, but he doesn't want it the other way, without no preparation or anything at all... "If you untied me, I could reciprocate..." He offers breathlessly.

"Stop begging. I'm not that stupid." Kimblee sounds less amused now. "Why should I risk my skin, when I can have you any time I want?" He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small jar of cream - not because he intends to make it any easier for the prisoner - this serves only his own pleasure. He opens it and smears the cool substance over the other man's opening, then starts to work it into him. His other hand plays with Greed's member.

"Fucking bastard..." Greed answers, dropping the respectful tone, as his hips thrusts against the Amestrisian's hand - without him wanting it. "Always prepared or it's just for me?" Greed asks as soon as he feels the slick fingers on himself.

"Always of course." Kimble grins and adds a second finger, to work the cream further into that hot body. You seem to be experienced... pretty Ishbalite." And he squeezes the shaft in his hand lightly. He knows, how devastating it is, when the body betrays its owner. The feeling always worked for him.

"I need to be, because your technique has many faults..." Greed answers. The Amestrisian will be only amused at his words, but the Ishbalite needs them to distract himself from his body.

Kimblee laughs indeed. "Care to tell me, what am I doing wrong?"

"Oh, I could show you, how it's done properly..." Greed offers, but his body still likes the Amestrisian's hands around and in him as well.

A sigh. "I have to shut you up. This is annoying." And Kimblee grabs his own, already hard member and enters the dark body with one swift thrust.

Greed cries out from the sudden pain and struggles to relax himself around Kimblee. It hurts too much, and Greed grits his teeth to stay silent. Fucking Amestrisian bastard!

Kimblee savors the feeling of being in a hot male body again, then pulls back, leaving only the head in and thrusts again, aiming for the pleasure-spot hidden deep inside that tight passage. His hand never stops either, stroking, squeezing the slightly throbbing member. The alchemist grins. This feels good, to be in charge.

Greed cries out again - who knew the bastard could aim this good? - from the intense pleasure that runs through his body. The Ishbalite stops fighting against his body, and just accepts whatever Kimblee decides to give him - a hard thrust or an equally hard stroking. Even though it's not the fineness what Greed prefers, he can't deny that he enjoys it - and after he becomes free, Kimblee will die.

The alchemist's movements slowly speed up, his breathing turns heavier. He's getting close slowly and he intends to take Greed with - his previous victims all broke from the release, because that makes the unpleasant experience completely devastating. Kimblee's hand moves faster and he makes sure to run over that nerve-bud again and again.

Greed's hips move against the alchemist's hand, and he knows, he'll come soon. Kimblee doesn't slow down, doesn't stop his caressing, so there's nothing to stop him, and Greed himself doesn't want to hold back either - he has this feeling, if Kimblee is finished before him, he'll be chained back throbbing and aching for release and without any hope to reach it... Greed shudders, and after another stroke he comes with a bitten off cry, spilling his seed on the floor, Kimblee's hand and his own stomach.

Kimblee's laugh is maniacal and he grabs Greed's chest with both hands, pressing the arrays against the smooth skin and as he himself comes finally, emptying his load into that tight heat, he performs the transmutation, burning a large mark into the skin. He can't kill the prisoner, he's too important for that, but a little burning never killed anybody.

Greed screams from the sudden pain, his eyes are tearing, and he tries to dislodge Kimblee from him. The burned flesh's smell is in his nose, and he wants to vomit from it, because it was his chest! But Greed doesn't do it, he just gasps for some air through his mouth, and tries to ignore the burning hot pain.

Kimblee pulls back, freeing himself from the prisoner's body; he's giddy. If a man can have multiple orgasms, he just had that. Almost gently, he re-dresses Greed and arranges his own uniform. Finally, he straightens and waves his goodbye. "See you later." There's the creaking of the door. And then, nothing.

Greed waits for a while, to be sure, Kimblee is really gone, before slowly standing up - the bastard forgot to reattach the chain. He looks at his chest - it's angry red, hot and simply looks like a real mess, and every time the shirt touches it, the contact sends thousands of little pain-spikes to his brain. But he will live, however Kimblee won't manage the same, when he gets free...


In the next moment, the world shatters around him and when Greed looks up, he's gazing into a pair of bright red eyes. "Greed! What happened? You screamed..."

Greed needs a little time to make his brain work, but at last he manages to smile at Scar. "It was... just a nightmare." Or, if he's truthful to himself, a nightmarish memory.

Scar sneaks his strong arms around his friend's form and holds him close. "You sounded painful... What did you dream?"

Greed leans into the touch - it's comforting, and makes him forget his burned flesh. "I'm sorry..." Greed shakes his head. He doesn't want to talk about what did he dream. It's embarrassing, and painful, and makes him angry - nothing he wants now. "Don't wanna remember."

Scar strokes his friend's face with a serious look and tilts his chin so he could kiss him softly. "Are you sure...? It usually helps..."

"You've already helped." Greed smiles and nuzzles Scar's throat. "I'll talk probably, but not now. Later." When Kimblee is dead. That'll be a good time to remember.

Scar doesn't want to cause his friend any more discomfort, so he lets it slip. "Try to sleep, hmm? It's still too early to wake up." He kisses Greed's face a few times, inhaling the scent of his body. The warlord slips his hand on his friend's waist and caresses him under the blanket. "Or, if you would like, I could... make you forget...?"

"Mmm...” Greed agrees with a soft noise from his throat as Scar touches his skin. "I like this idea..." Yes, Greed needs more of Scar, and he slowly kisses the first warlord. "You wanna me, or is it time to switch?" He asks between two licks at that dark skin.

Scar laughs quietly. "It's too early, my friend. I thought of some light fun." And his hand slides to Greed's crotch, to palm his member. "Hmm? You're a little excited."

Greed grins at Scar. "Oh well, you can't blame me." He sneaks his own hands down on Scar's body, finding the first warlord's manhood. He curls his fingers around it with a grin. "Did you think of something like this?"

Scar's eyes close and a trembling sigh escapes from his throat as he presses himself closer to those strong fingers. "No, but this is better... Yes, touch me... Ohh, Greed..." And he starts working on the shaft in his own grip simultaneously.

Greed moans as well, Scar knows how to, so to speak, take him in his hands... His hips thrust, and he tries to worm closer, wanting more. "Oh... Scar...!" He massages the head as he's stroking, and the nightmare's last lingering bits disappear as he kisses Scar, because he can.

And Scar kisses back, more eagerly this time; his passion resembles his young self. "Do... you remember..." The whispers hoarsely "We did this... many times..." The look on his face is blissful as he smiles with closed eyes. "Feels the same... Greed... Harder...!" And his voice sounds so boyish now...

Greed's answering smile is warm. "I do... It was - is - like ... living forever..." He complies the request, scratching a little, and stroking Scar harder, faster. He's on the edge again, and he tries to hold back a little, but can't. "Ah...Ah... AH!" Greed cries out against the first warlord's mouth, as he orgasms. It's like being children again, the world's problems, and the pains and hurts all blur and burn away in the pleasure, in this simple act.

Scar laughs out - one of his little special skills, he can laugh even in the last moment before he comes - and his breath hitches as he stumbles over the edge. This feels so right and so good and as the throbbing pleasure slowly subsides and he can see again, he chuckles. "I love you, my friend." And he lifts his hand to lick off the pearly white liquid, which tastes like ambrosia on his tongue. Some would say, it's disgusting - but please, how could it be, if it's the essence of that beautiful body next to his own...?

Greed stares and kisses Scar deeply - he isn't bothered by "proper", it feels simply right. "Thank you." After pulling back, he takes his own fingers, and licks one, comparing his own and Scar's taste, before licking his hand clean.

Scar watches his friend and as soon as he's finished, the warlord kisses him. And after that, he nuzzles Greed's collarbone, lowering his head under the tall commoner's chin. "Hug me." This line would make 99 percent of the Palace's inhabitants gape in utter confusion, but well, Scar was always the greatest cuddler and he didn't change through the years.

Greed grins. And pulls the warlord closer, embracing him with both arms "Anytime. I love you, my friend."

Scar sighs happily and closes his eyes. And he hopes that his friend will be able to sleep undisturbed this time.