With a sigh the human was sitting on the couch, reading a book that Ai said was him who wrote, a book of his memories and what he did, it was like a diary of himself. Not that Kaname really thought he was the type of write those things but whatever it was good for him to get know himself. That is when he heard the knock on the door.
Oh... right Ai said this guy was coming today right? Come in. He was a bit curious of how the person that Ai love could be, but for now he would close his diary and so settle it at his side, waiting.
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That was a strange feeling, the mostly important thing for a person was not there memories a few memories was there, but they was so... vague, that he was not sure if he could trust or not. All that he knew was his name, a few things that her daughter said and nothing more. What a weird feeling, relearn everything, what was he? What he did? Why he don’t remember?
Who is there? He asked, as he heard a noise, he was missing something but... what?
Why had he agreed to this?
Why?
How did he honestly think that this was going to be a good idea?
Somehow he had a feeling it was going to be a long night.
As he looked around again, the young man could only sigh, the other three muttering something about the two women at the front of the bar. But Ling had already tuned them out, tapping his fingers rhythmically against the wooden table top until someone approached the table asking for their order.
— — —
Greed had been enjoying a good beer when the group walked in, looking distinctly out of place. A bunch of college students, by the looks of it. He raised an eyebrow.
What in the hell were they doing here?
The Devil’s Nest bar wasn’t a place for yuppie kids. It was a biker bar, hardcore. In fact, while it was technically a bar, it was really more of a front. For Greed’s gang, and their gun running business. Definitely not where these people belonged.
He could see the rest of his crew thinking the same thing, moving to intercept them. Normally, Greed woulda been the first to tell these pansies to fuck off, and he was about to do just that when one of the students caught his eye.
He had to be chinese, no more than 20, certainly not old enough to be drinking. but what caught his eye the most was that he was pretty damn hot.
Greed waved at the other two guys moving to evict these posers, telling them to leave them be. He didn’t usually put up with these types in his bar but.. well, there was a nice piece of ass that was giving him good reason to lay off. He watched them order drinks for themselves from a waitress, grinning and downing his own drink, standing up and heading over to their table.
They didn’t notice him until he was right up in front of them. He leaned over, resting his elbows on the table and he grinned at the the kid.
'So, what're you doing here, huh?”
— — —
He had no idea about half of the things that were on this list, and he was about to just ask for water before one of the others cut in and got a drink for him. His lips formed a thin line and he resisted the temptation to shoot the older student a glare. He never was fond of being spoken for.
Eventually the conversation continued about the two older women at the front and after a while the conversation turned back to him. “—Ling, you gotta girlfriend right? That Lanfing? Ringfan?”
"—Lanfan." He corrected, his tone surprisingly patient. "And she’s not my—" Pausing, he wrinkled his nose and furrowed his eyebrows, looking very confused suddenly. "…why would you think I’m dating her? I said she was my friend.”
One of the boys just let out a laugh, leaning back and offering the Chinese boy a lazy smirk. “Yeah, friend. Suuuure, bud. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
It was then that the man approached, at first he kept his gaze away, expecting the man to kick them out until he started speaking. Slowly he turned his head towards the man. He was grinning, clearly talking to the long haired male who looked even more confused than usual. As he opened his mouth to speak one of the others covered his mouth and with a laugh began to speak. “Oh, y’know, having a drink with the guys.”
And though it went unnoticed,: Ling’s eyes were open, and he looked like he was about to flip the man right over him. Instead however, he just pried the male’s hand off of his mouth and huffed.
— — —
Greed frowned. This kid had some pretty terrible yuppie friends. He shoved the guy who had put a hand over his mouth.
"I’m not talking to you.” he said harshly, already turning back to the guy he had been interested in talking to leaning far over the table, ignoring everyone else completely.
"So, what’s your name, cutie?"
— — —
Cutie.
Cutie.
While two of them stared, the third choked on his spit. Ling on the other hand went completely silent, cheeks flushing brightly and ears turning bright red.
The one who had choked a moment ago was the only one who seemed to have any words in him and he cleared his throat awkwardly. “…y’know Ling’s a guy ri—?” Before he could finish his sentence, the other two slapped their hands onto his mouth.
Ling on the other hand wasn’t sure how to react. He’d never been approached like this before. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he offered a slight bow of the head and muttered a small thank you. He couldn’t bring himself to raise his head for a few long moments, however.
— — —
Greed smiled. This kid was too fucking adorable. Still hadn’t told him his name though, but luckily the jackass he was hanging with had done it for him. He glared at the guy before he turned his attention back to Ling.
"Ling, huh? Interesting name." The waitress was coming back, and Greed grabbed Ling’s from the tray and handed it to him himself. "Your drink’s on me. I own the place.” He shot Ling his most winning smile as he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, scribbling something down.
"I tell you what, kid. You wanna hang with someone who’s less of a jerk-off, have a better time, you get in touch, huh?" He passed Ling the paper with his name and phone number on it, shooting Ling one last smirk over his shoulder as he went back to his table.
— — —
It all overwhelmed him, taking the glass he just nodded in a dumbfounded manner. He even took the piece of paper and shoved it into his pocket. Unlike the others, he didn’t seem to relax when Greed left, though eventually the color did begin to fade from his cheeks.
As time passed they eventually got those ‘shots’ and he young man had the unfortunate experience of a drinking contest. Or rather them trying to make him drink them and then it turning into a contest that the poor foreign boy got himself mixed up into.
And unlike the others, he didn’t handle his drinks nearly as well. By the time the others were sufficiently drunk, the boy had finished drinking quite some time ago. And was, to say the least, sufficiently shit faced.
At some point the two girls must have left the bar before the other three males ran off after them, hollering something about class next week and the boy just waved them off,muttering something unrecognizable— undoubtably Chinese.
— — —
Greed raised an eyebrow as Ling’s ‘friends’ ditched him. Well, that was rude, but good for him. He walked over with a grin. Unfortunately, it seemed like the others had gotten him to drink way more than he could handle, it was obvious. He’d told the barkeep to water down his drinks a while back, but it didn’t seem to do much good. Kid must be a lightweight. When he got to Ling’s table, he set down a glass of water in front of him.
"Careful with that stuff, kid. You’d drink yourself under the table." He said with a smile.
— — —
He heard the other speak and lifted his head, his eyes would open and close occasionally. Though they were never open long enough to get a good look at, it seemed that keeping them squinted was second nature to him. Taking the glass, he just barely managed to spill it and took a drink, letting out a heavy sigh. “Thanks.”
He spoke slowly, much more slowly. Because what was English when you were this goddamned drunk. Pushing himself upright, he looked thoughtful for a moment, running a hand over his flushed cheeks before he spoke again. “…Sorry ‘bout them.” He was trying very hard not to slip into Chinese, and it was clear by his thickening accent. “I should…go.”
Pushing himself up, he slowly steadied himself. He looked like he was trying so hard to keep himself together despite being this drunk. But he only got about two steps before he stumbled and stiffened, expecting to hit the ground.
— — —
Greed stepped forward as Ling fell, reaching out to catch him before he hit the floor.
"Whoah there, kid." he laughed, helping Ling get to his feet. He was upright, but not steady, so Greed threw an arm around his shoulder so he could support him.
"So, what’s your plan now, huh? You’re drunk as shit. You think you’re going anywhere in that condition?"
— — —
Being caught might have normally made him flustered but he was too drunk to even care at the moment. Instead he just huffed and leaned against the man holding him, head resting on the man’s shoulder. “…plan?” That should have made it clear enough that he didn’t have one.
— — —
Greed scoffed. “Yeah, that’s about what I thought.” He grinned as he started hauling Ling towards the clubhouse. He winked at Martel as he walked, and his guys snickered.
"Look, you’re in no state to being going anywhere. You’re smashed. How about you stay here tonight, crash at the club." he suggested casually. It was true, he had plans of seducing this kid if he wasn’t too drunk to say yes, but he was also kinda worried about letting someone this smashed walk out of here. At least, someone he kinda liked.
— — —
At least he wasn't making Greed drag him. He wasn't the steadiest person at the moment, but he was walking. Nodding as the other spoke, he sighed softly. "I'll get in trouble goin' back on campus like this." Running his hand through his bangs, he groaned loudly. "Wèishéme wǒ tóngyì zhè yīdiǎn? ....Stupid." He was already slipping out English now, but he sounded frustrated more than anything. In a drunken way at least.
-- -- --
Greed raised an eyebrow when Ling slipped into chinese, his jaw dropping slightly. Damn, that was hot. Yeah... he was definitely gonna try and hit that. He smirked as he led Ling back into the clubhouse, into the back room that served as his place. He helped him down to sit on his bed, letting him catch his breath. He put an arm around Ling's waist as he leaned in.
"So. Did you stay behind to stay sorry for your friends or to say hi to me?"
— — —
As the man helped him sit, he ran a hand through his hair again. It was only until he felt the man's arm around his waist that he looked up and focused on him again. He seemed to take Greed's words into consideration but never spoke. Instead he grabbed the man's arms and pulled him with him as he flopped straight onto his back, Greed now on top of him.
The younger of the two seemed to relax, his expression softening as the dizziness began to settle and he looked up at the man, eyes open for once. "I thought you were letting me stay because I was drunk." With his words came a tired, drunk smirk.
-- -- --
Greed was caught off guard when Ling pulled him down onto the bed, his eyes widening. This was interesting. And not unwelcome.
"Well, well. Aren't you all forward now? Not that I mind." He smirked. "And for the record, I let you stay because you were drunk, but I brought you to my bedroom because you're damn hot, and I've wanted to get into your pants since you walked into my bar."
It was blunt, but true. Greed had never been good at being subtle. And so far, it had worked for him.
— — —
"In my pants? I don't think you'd fit in them." This was said with a completely straight face, confusion evident in his features.
-- -- --
Greed blinked at him for a moment, before he burst out laughing.
"AHAHA! Oh my god, you are priceless!" He snickered. He could kinda guess what was going on, english obviously wasn't this kids first language, idioms must be the last thing you get. But that didn't make it any less hilarious. Though, it was going to make this tougher, almost all sexual language was couched in weird expressions like that. When he finally got his laughter under control, he took a moment to figure out how to put it in different terms.
Finally, he sighed, frustrated. "Ah fuck it." he muttered, tangling a hand in Ling's hair to pull him up for a sudden kiss.
— — —
The boy pouted at the outburst, nose wrinkling as he huffed loudly. He didn't quite get what was so funny. Sure he wasn't a native English speaker but did he fuck up somehow? It was rude to laugh at that sort of thing, honestly!
By the time Greed was done laughing, the young man was staring at him and huffed one last time. And then there was the silence that sat between them as Greed seemed lost in thought.
And while he might have been drunk, Ling was still conscious enough to have had it sink in that there was a man-- an attractive man-- on top of him. So it really came as little surprise that when he was kissed, he grabbed the mans front and pulled him down, kissing him back.
-- -- --
Greed smiled as Ling pulled him down, feeling victorious. This was going well. He kissed Ling deeply as he ran his hands up, slipping one up under Ling's shirt, tracing a line up his chest.
— — —
To be fair, Ling wasn't particularly well versed in this scenario. He wasn't about to up and announce that to this guy, though. So instead he continued to let the other take charge, enjoying the kiss and deepening it as his arms slithered around the man's neck.
-- -- --
Greed hummed into Ling's mouth as the kid moved to reciprocate, smiling. He slid his hand out from under Ling's shirt, moving to pull off his jacket, taking a moment to pull off Ling's jacket. After that he stopped for a moment, pulling back to slip his t-shirt off from under his vest, leaning back in and tilting Ling's head back with a hand in his hair so he could nip lightly at his neck.
-- -- --
There was a small sound of disapproval when Greed pulled away, despite tasting like cigarettes he was rather enjoying that. Shifting about to help pull off his jacket, he then watched Greed take off his shirt and snorted softly. Was he really gunna keep wearing that jacket? Not on his watch.
The relocation of Greed's mouth was nice though and he let out a shaky breath, dragging his hands until he found the man's jacket and pulled it off, gently tossing it to the side.
-- -- --
Greed pauses for a moment when Ling pulled off his vest. He felt well... he felt naked without it. But then again, that was kind of the point of this whole situation wasn't it? So he shrugged and pulled off Ling's shirt.
By this point, he was more than a little turned on, and he shifted his hips against Ling's impatiently
— — —
He couldn't help but shiver at the sheer contact. He could feel the other's arousal as clear as day when Greed decided to grind his hips against the smaller male's. He was getting to that point as well, with Greed's mouth on his throat it wouldn't take much longer before he'd start feeling uncomfortable.
Without thinking much of it, he kicked off his shoes and proceeded to bring his hips upwards and tilted his head to meet the other's lips, nipping his lower lip teasingly.
-- -- --
Greed hissed as Ling moved underneath him, running a hand down to dip under Ling's waistband teasingly. He was undoing his zipper to take off his own pants when he realized that he still had his combat boots laced up. He swore, pulling away as he undid the shoes as fast as he could. Goddamn it.
— — —
His breathing hitched when he felt Greed's fingers get that close, biting his lower lip. There was a hint of confusion when he heard the swear and he watched the other in confusion but otherwise said nothing. Instead, he used his shin to rub up against the male's crotch teasingly, as if to keep himself busy.
-- -- --
Greed cursed as Ling rubbed against him, shooting him a glare. Luckily, he'd managed to get his boots off, so he pulled his pants off quickly and climbed back on top of ling, unzipping his pants as he moved his hips against Ling's, only in his boxers now.
"You wanna be a tease, kid? Two can play at that game." he said with a grin as he undid Ling's zipper and shoved his pants and underwear down around his knees, trailing a hand down his stomach and stopping just above where he knew Ling needed him to touch, the moving down to trail across his thighs, still not giving him the contact he wanted.
— — —
He whimpered, downright fucking whimpered at that. That wasn't fair! Shooting the other a glare (or at least what was an attempted and failed one), his hips rocked forwards hopefully, only to have his hands moving towards his thighs. Huffing loudly, he grabbed one of the others wrists and tugged him forwards impatiently.
-- -- --
Greed smirked, enjoying the effect he was having on Ling. But he was too turned on to tease anymore. He tilted Ling's head up to suck a mark into his neck as he Began to stroke Ling, moving his hips against Ling's thigh as he did it.
— — —
When Greed finally caved, the contact immediately got a response. Letting out a soft breathy moan, the young man rolled his hips up to meet the movements, and was only fueled more by the feeling of the other's hips against his thigh. Tilting his head, he pulled Greed into a kiss, arms wrapping around his neck.
— — —
Greed was enjoying this a lot, but by the looks of things if they did this for too much longer it'd be over before it started. So he broke the kiss after a moment, leaning over to reach into his top drawer and grab the bottle of lube and a condom. He kissed Ling again as he pushed his legs apart with a knee, reaching down to push one finger inside him.
— — —
Ling was too drunk and too turned on to notice the small details of what was going on around him, all he noticed was when he felt Greed's finger inside of him. He squirmed momentarily as he felt himself adjust to the the feeling. It was strange. But he knew what it was, he wasn't stupid. Sure, he'd had no prior experience but he had a vague idea of what was going on. Inhaling slowly, he rolled his hips down towards the intrusion and bit his lip. Was he doing this right, though?
-- -- --
Greed was perfectly happy with how it was going, at least. He leaned down to bite a hickey into the soft skin of Ling's thigh, then another, and another, as he slipped another finger in alongside the first.
— — —
He continued to rolls his hips against Greed's fingers, seeing as he seemed to be getting a positive response.
-- -- --
Greed added third finger, getting Ling open and ready for him. By this point, his breathing was hard and heavy, and he was so turned on he could hardly think straight. He'd had enough playing around. He pulled his fingers out, reaching for the condom he'd throw on the bed to slide it onto him, then grabbing the lube.
While he was working on that, he took the moment to take in the sight of Ling naked under him. The kid really was quite the sight. Toned, with slim hips and hickeys trailing down his thigh. He grinned and leaned over to leave another on on Ling's hip before going to breathe quietly in his ear.
"You still want this, kid?"
— — —
Ling was ready too, he'd been ready for some time now, to be fair. So when he heard the words he almost took insult, almost. Opening his eyes again, he huffed and bit the other's lip. "Bì zuǐ." A soft 'shut up', though not in English, still go the message across.
-- -- --
Chinese again. Greed didn't know what Ling said, but well... he seemed into it, so he was assuming it was a yes. And he was far too gone to give it much more thought, pushing Ling's legs up over his shoulders. He shot him a smirk before he pushing in slowly, hissing at the friction.
"Fuck, Ling, you feel good."
— — —
What Greed and he were experiencing were two different things, no doubt Greed was liking it. But Ling? Well it fucking hurt. Hissing loudly, he grit his teeth as the man pushed in. Slow or not it was a lot to take in, certainly more than a few fingers.
When Greed stopped and spoke, the male relaxed, it still hurt but the lack of movement helped reduce the pain significantly. Opening an eye he stared up at the man above him, admittedly rather surprised the guy remembered his name.
-- -- --
Greed could tell Ling was uncomfortable, trying to adjust, so he tried to stay still for a moment, give him a second to get used to this. It was near impossible to keep still, the heat and the tightness and fuck. He bit back a moan, digging his fingers into Ling's thighs.
Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore, starting to move, as slowly as he could. He might be turned on beyond the capacity for rational thought, but he still was gonna make sure this was good for Ling, too.
— — —
He'd say 'thank you' if he'd actually been sober enough to speak proper english, he really did appreciate the lack of movement. And when he did start moving again it built up a pace, and at some point he decided to start moving along with it.
Though it wasn't quite enough on it's own, so reaching down he began to stroke himself, letting out a short breath and resting his forehead against the other's shoulder.
-- -- --
Greed smirked, moving Lings hand out of the way to take over himself, leaning over to put more hickey's on Ling's neck. He couldn't keep himself from groaning as he picked up the pace a little, shifting his hips to try and find that one spot that would get Ling enjoying this as much as he is.
— — —
Hearing Greed make any noise sent a pleasant shiver down his spine, and it was certainly incentive to keep moving (of course Greed's hand was a bonus). He wasn't sure how long they moved together for either until Greed seemed to hit just the right spot.
He wasn't sure if it was pain or pleasure but what he did know is that it was as intense as hell. Immediately he gasped, his back arching as a low moan slipped past his lips. The feeling hadn't even fully dissipated before he was rocking his hips with more force than ever before, panting heavily as he whimpered and moaned.
— — —
Greed moaned behind clenched teeth, listening to the noises Ling was making. Fuck, this was all just so damn good. He couldn't help but thrust into Ling a little harder, snapping his hips against Ling's as the kid whimpered. Shit, at this rate, he wasn't going to last much longer.
— — —
For a while Ling could barely think or even breath. It just felt good, and that was all he cared about. He certainly wasn't shy about it either, especially as he came closer and closer to his peak. Whimpers turned into moans as his movements became more and more erratic until he finally came, back arching off of the bed and hands clawing at the other's back.
-- -- --
Ling was coming, tightening against him, and that was all Greed need to get off himself, yelling curses as his vision went white. When he came down, he slumped, rolling off Ling and settling down beside him. He laughed a little, enjoying the afterglow. After a moment, he reached into his drawer and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one casually and offering the other one to Ling.
"So, you have fun, kid? Cuz I sure as hell did" he asked with a wink, still breathing heavily as he exhaled smoke.
— — —
Greed seemed to recover...quickly. Ling on the other hand was still trying to catch his breath, cheeks flushed (and from much more than just booze). Slowly turning his head towards the other he shook his head. "Nah..." He felt...good, it was an odd feeling, but it was a good one. Letting out a soft breath he lazily untied his hair, or rather pull out his hair tie as it had mostly fallen out. After which he appeared to zone out, basking in the afterglow.
-- -- --
Greed whistled quietly when Ling let his hair fall out of its tie. Now that was a damn good sight. Ling, sitting there naked in his bed with his hair framing the hickeys on his neck. A guy could get used to this.
For now though, since it was too soon to pull Ling over for another round, Greed just contended himself to stare, before exhaustion hit him. He put on the smoke in the ashtray on his nightstand and wrapped an arm around Ling, letting himself fall back and close his eyes. He was asleep within moments.
— — —
There was something about the other's embrace that, mixed with the booze and the afterglow, was more than welcomed. With his head tucked into the other's chest, he fell asleep, immediately out like a light.
The next morning came too quickly, and much to the young man's distaste. Fighting off his waking mind, he tried to fall back asleep. But to no avail as awareness settled itself in his mind. And with his awoken state came an even more horrible awareness that there was someone with their arms around his waist and his head was tucked into their chest. His naked waist and their naked chest.
It didn't take a genius to put two and two together.
Stiffening in the other's grip (which felt very nice, much to his dismay), he didn't move, and barely even breathed. He was stuck here, wasn't he? Oh god. And who was this? For a moment the thought that it could have been one of the classmates that had come with and his blood ran cold in his veins. Oh god, please no.
Forcing himself to lift his head from the other's chest to get a look at the other's face, what he found didn't make him feel any better.
It was the guy that owned the bar, the one that had been hitting on him. Swallowing thickly, he tried to wiggle free of the other's grip, gently grabbing his hands and trying to pull himself free without waking the man up.
-- -- --
It took a while for Greed to come awake, blinking. He had never been great at mornings. He groaned, foggily trying to figure out what was going on. There was someone in his bed, alright, that wasn't unusual.
Oh, right. Ling.
The previous night came back to him as he opened his eyes, glancing down to see Ling pulling away. He grinned. The kid was just as hot in the sober light of day as he had been last night, though he was looking considerably more disheveled. Heck, that didn't really diminish anything; he had always been a fan of the morning-after sex mussed look. He reached out and ran a hand around Ling's waist.
"Mornin', babe."
— — —
He'd just gotten himself free when he felt that hand come around his waist, not holding him but gently brushing up against the skin of his abdomen. He froze in that instant, breath hitching and a shiver running up his spine. Thankfully this time he was sober, and as a result actually had some restraint.
'Dammit.'
Greed was awake, so much for the sneaking away route. He was really hoping he could have avoided this. Letting out a slow breath, he pushed himself up and turned his head towards the other. He was about to speak as well when pain shot through his head and a sudden violent wave of nausea washed over him. Immediately his hands cupped over his mouth and he forced himself to his feet, only to feel another violent wave of dizziness wash over him yet again.
Oh fuck, at this rate he was going to vomit all over the floor. Just great.
-- -- --
Well. That wasn't exactly attractive. Poor kid must have really done a number on himself last night; no surprise this morning wasn't gonna be fun. He got up quickly, opening the bathroom door for him. Ling went straight for the toilet, and Greed sighed in sympathy, kneeling down next to him, reaching out to hold Ling's hair back.
— — —
He appreciate it, and if he wasn't vomiting he'd might have even given the guy a kiss on the cheek for holding his hair back for him. It took almost no effort or time for him to empty what was left in his stomach as he leaned over the toilet in the most pathetic manner imaginable. And it wasn't until he was dry heaving that he even tried to pull away.
His stomach still wrenched uncomfortably, but at least now he wasn't vomiting. Pulling away from the toilet he snatched a piece of toilet paper and blew how nose and wiped his mouth. He sat there for a few long moments still, catching his breath before he spoke. "...thanks."
— — —
Greed smiled as he got up, pulling a cup out of the cabinet and filling it with water, taking that and some mouthwash back to Ling.
"Here, kid. I'll get you some asprin for the headache, too, just gimme a second." he shot Ling a sympathetic look as he got the pill bottle out of the cabinet. "Don't worry kid, it'll pass in an hour or two. This'll help." he said, tossing the bottle to him.
— — —
Pushing himself up to his feet, he let out a relieved sigh, taking the things given to him more than just a little bit eagerly. At least the man was being nice, that was a good thing. His hands were still trembling as he washed his mouth out, and it didn't stop after he took the asprin, either.
But he'd manage, he always did after all.
Finally turning to face the other, he offered the bottle back and cleared his throat. He wasn't really sure what to say to the man before him, he'd already thanked him and the boy barely recalled much of what happened the night before. All he really remembered was that it felt really--
Tilting his head to the side, he looked down at his feet, trying to ignore the fact that they were both completely naked. Only to notice that he had hickeys on his hips and thighs, and his cheeks finally lit up.
— — —
Greed smirked as he noticed Ling's blush, reaching out to trace the line of hickeys on Ling's throat. It was amazing that even after he'd been throwing up and terribly hungover, he was still tempting enough that Greed was having thoughts of just pushing him back down on the bed.
"You getting all shy on me now? It's a little late for that, babe."
— — —
He did his best to, despite his flushed cheeks, not look too embarrassed. And he seemed to be doing a good job, after all the boy was a master at wearing straight faces. "I'm not being shy." Just...embarrassed.
Letting out a sigh, the younger of the two swatted Greed's hand away and brushed past him and towards the bed again, scooping up his boxers and sliding them on. "By the way, I never got your name." Or maybe he did and he'd been too damn drunk to remember it.
Speaking of getting drunk, he was gunna kill those three later.
-- -- --
Greed was just pulling on his pants when Ling asked his name. Greed stopped dead, mouth hanging open slightly, a look of consternation of his face.
"You didn't remember my freaking name!?" He said, offended, crossing his arms. If he was honest, he'd gotten used to the fact that almost everyone in this town knew who he was, especially the people he got into bed with. Heck, most of them wanted to get in his pants because of who he is.
— — —
Greed's response made him snort softly, the slightest hint of amusement gracing the young man's features. Someone had quite the ego, didn't he? Turning to the other, his expression turned flat and he raised an eyebrow. "No. I wouldn't be asking you if I did."
-- -- --
Greed scowled, huffing as he walked past Ling to grab his vest off the floor, shrugging it on.
"You know, most people would consider that kind of rude, you know."
After a moment he sighed and gave up. "Name's Greed."
— — —
"Greed." Nodding towards the other, he seemed satisfied with that answer and moved to sit on the bed again, reaching for his shirt. Shaking it out, the man was going to put it on before he noticed a....stain on the front and stiffened. Immediately he chucked it across the room with his cheeks flaring up once again. First he has marks all over him and now his shirt was stained with cum. He couldn't just forget this ever happened, could he?
Even if he had enjoyed it.
— — —
Greed tried to stifle a laugh as Ling threw his shirt across the room. He really was touchy, wasn't he? He dug through a drawer and pulled out a Devil's Nest M.C. shirt, throwing it at Ling.
"Here you go. You can wear this for now. You want me to throw that shirt in the washer?"
He went over to the nightstand and lit himself a cigarette. He turned around to looks at Ling, speculative and a little worried.
"look, you seem pretty touchy about all this, kid. Are you alright? I mean I know you were pretty hammered but you seemed pretty enthusiastic I didn't think there was a problem.." he asked quietly. If Ling was thinking like that, Greed needed to know.
— — —
Taking the shirt, he blinked a few times, staring at the front of it. For a small bar like this, they seemed to have a lot of money put into it. After which he just slid it on, listening to the other speak. "It's not that, I'm just surprised it happened."
He couldn't help but feel kind of small in the shirt he was now sporting, which was at least a handful of sizes bigger than what he usually wore. Come to think of it this man-- Greed was a pretty large guy. He gave off the aura of someone you didn't want to mess with, or to really even be remotely involved with in the first place. "...I don't mean to offend, but you don't look like the kind of person who's concerned about those sorts of things."
— — —
Greed shoved him slightly. "Hey, now, come on. I may be a bit... hm, well. The point is that I'm not that kinda guy. I wouldn't have gotten in bed with you if I thought you were too drunk to make the call." He shrugged, pulling on his boots.
He paused and stared at Ling for a moment. "Hey, uh, look I don't mean to pry but... have you ever slept with a guy before? Or with anyone?" he asked cautiously. "I mean, like I said, you just seem a little shaky, kid."
— — —
"You're just rather....abrasive when it comes to your advances." Shrugging, his expression softened and he sighed. "I appreciate it, but you shouldn't worry too much." Nudging the other back he offered a small smirk.
His smirk faltered then as the question was proposed to him, glancing off to the side, he ran a hand through his hair. "You're really worried about this, aren't you?" And with the look he Greed was giving him, he figured there was no point in trying to hide anything. "...you're correct on both assumptions, I suppose."
— — —
Greed scoffed. "Well, its a little worrying when the person you slept with looks like they're not to happy about it. Kinda of a hit to the ego, yeah? Though, knowing that, it makes a bit more sense." he laughed a little. "You're kind of a crazy bastard, ya know that? Come in here of all places, get way more smashed then you're obviously used to, and then have your first time with a total stranger." He winked at Ling.
"I can admire that."
— — —
"In my defense," He started, letting out a huff. "I didn't know what I was getting into." Pausing, a look of embarrassment crossed his features. "They said 'let's got get some 'shots', come with us Ling!' I didn't know what a shot was." Wrinkling his nose, he let out a defeated sigh. "I'm never going with any of them to anything ever again. I think I'll stick to spending time with the security guard back on campus, he makes for better company."
— — —
Greed burst out laughing at that. "Seriously? Oh man, that's priceless."
He moved over to sit closer to Ling, setting a hand on his knee, still grinning. "You know kid, if you could always come hang out with me." he was about to make another crack when he remembered something he had been meaning to ask.
— — —
"Hey, on the subject of you not knowing what a shot is, what's up with that? You were saying things in chinese last night, too. You from out of the country or something?
— — —
He'd been speaking Chinese last night? Somehow that didn't surprise him. He was sure drinking and a second language didn't mix together well and apparently he was right. "I'm from China, I came here to go to college. Law school." He'd hoped that was a;ready apparent, but he decided to explain it anyways. "I originally came here during what American's call High school, I helped with a campaign, and afterwards I just...decided to come here to study."
— — —
"Law school huh? That's... interesting." he said, exhaling a puff of smoke. "I mean, I had guessed you were with the yuppie school crowd up in that part of town, that was kind of painfully obvious. You guys, well, you won't strike anyone as people who live around this part of town, that's for sure."
"..I'm glad you showed up, though," he added with a wink.
— — —
Looking at the other, even knowing he was flirting, the young man couldn't help but smile. "...honestly I thought you were going to kill us." Scratching the back of his neck, he laughed softly. "--and thank you for not letting me stumble out into the street. I never said it properly, but..."
— — —
Greed smiled. "Well, we weren't going to kill you. Promise," he teased, making it sound like nothing but a joke. And it was true, he wouldn't have, but what he didn't say was that normally him and his crew would have run them outta there is a heartbeat, maybe with some bruises to show their sissy friends. Teach them a lesson about the dangers of "slumming it" for kicks.
Ling was lucky he was cute.
"And its no problem, kid. Really. After all, I kind of got a good deal out of it." he smirked, running his hand a little higher on Ling's thigh.
— — —
Feeling the other's hand move up his thigh shot a shiver down his spine, but he kept himself composed, gaze moving off to the side.Trying to pull his attention away from the feeling he found himself staring at a box. At first he thought it was...well, he wasn't sure. Until he noticed that they were guns.
And not just handguns, oh no. Fucking AK47s, illegal guns. Big guns.
Suddenly his blood ran cold in his veins. He jolted upwards, forcing his expression to be as calm as possible as he quickly reached for his pants. "I just remembered I have class today." On a Sunday? Sure, right. "I should go, I don't want to get in trouble."
— — —
Greed didn't really notice the indiscrepancy in his story, but he did notice the sudden retreat. He frowned. He knew something was off but... well, he didn't exactly know Ling well enough to force the issue. If he wanted to leave, he could leave. Even if it was kind of a bummer. He could take a hint.
So he didn't say anything, he just picked up Ling's shoes and held them out for him.
— — —
He hesitated, the fear still running through his veins seemingly stopped for just a moment as the man offered him his shoes. And for a moment he slowed down, offering a small nod of thanks before quickly sliding them on and grabbing a jacket.
But as soon as he turned his back to the other it was back again, the realization that this wasn't just a bar. This was a place a gang hung out, a gang that sold guns and illegal contraband. He was surrounded by people in a building that would kill him if he even looked at them the wrong way.
If anyone said anything when he was on his way out he sure as hell didn't notice. He was running the moment he got out the door, and he didn't stop until he managed to get to school grounds, bent over and panting heavily.
He'd just gotten drunk and slept with a fucking gang leader. He was supposed to be going into law, came from a wealthy family and his virginity taken by a guy who sold contraband in some hole in the wall bar.
Jesus fucking christ.
— — —
Greed wasn't exactly expecting another romp in the sheets at this point based on Ling's attitude, but the sudden and swift departure still caught him off guard. Damn, even he wasn't do cold as to just bolt without so much as a "bye, thanks for the lay"
It wasn't til Ling was already halfway to the door before Greed realized that Ling had grabbed the wrong jacket by mistake. He went to try and catch him but he barely got out a "Hey, wait you've got-" before Ling had closed the door. Looking out the window he could see the kid full out sprinting away. Well, great. Someone he'd slept with literally fleeing his presence. That one hurt.
It wasn't until a couple hours later when he was packing up the AKs that he realized what the problem could have been. The guns. He had left them out in plain sight. NOT exactly the kind of thing you wanted to lay on someone you just met.
Fuck.
— — —
He'd gotten a few odd looks as he slid into the dorms, and he'd been confused until he made it in his room and tossed the jacket to the side. It was leather, first of all, secondly it had the logo of Greed's bar right on the back. And all he could do was sigh loudly before tossing his clothes aside and taking a shower.
A few hours later he'd finally felt good enough to actually be involved in campus life. And by that it meant avoiding the asshole who'd ditched him the other night and spending his lunch with Falman and had to deal with the crazy chef Barry before finally crashing near Havoc during his break at the edge of the school grounds.
"Sounds like you had a rough night, eh kid? I didn't see you at all. Normally I see you crawling around towards a vending machine at least once by midnight." The young man huffed loudly and obnoxiously at that, it wasn't his fault he had a monstrously high metabolism or a bottomless pit for a stomach!
Nudging the man, he huffed loudly. "Well, you know....some of my classmates decided to drag me into town." At that Jean just snorted and blew a puff of smoke and breeze blew it right into the younger male's face, much to his dismay. "I'm going to take that cigarette right out of your mouth if you don't cut that out."
— — —
Meanwhile, Greed was heading down towards the law school entrance, Ling's jacket in hand. There were a couple reason s for his visit. First of all, he figured that Ling would want his stuff back. Since he didn't imagine the kid would be keen of Greed having tracked him here, Greed was just gonna leave it at lost and found and tell them to get in touch or something. He'd figure it out.
Secondly, it was actually a bit dangerous for some random guy to be walking around in the logo Ling had taken from him. The Devil's Nest had some enemies that Ling wasn't exactly prepared to deal with. He'd leave a note telling Ling to ditch the jacket. He'd get a knew one.
He wouldn't mind a hint if Ling was talkign to the cops about what he'd seen in the bar, either.
With that in mind, he headed up to the school gates. Unfortunately, his plan to just leave a note and the jacket were kinda of ruined when he caught Ling's eye, standing just a few feet in front of him by the gates.
— — —
"Aw, c'mon kid why you gotta be so cold? you know how much smokes cost these days?" The blonde just chuckled and leaned in, ruffling the young asian boy's hair.
And Havoc was the first of the two to notice Greed. It was hard not to, the guy was famous or infamous depending on who you were asking and when he turned his head all he did was offer a blank stare and slowly raise an eyebrow.
Ling on the other hand froze, instantly recognizing that it was Greed and that the guy had his jacket. Staring at the man, his fingers curled nervously at the hem of his shirt. Swallowing thickly, he offered a smile, well practiced as it was towards the security guard. "But like I was saying, maybe you should go make sure Barry doesn't have any dead bodies stored in that freezer of his."
To which Havoc sighed, pushing himself up off the gate and approaching the man after patting the boy's head once again. "Well would'ya look who it is. What're you doing around here?" Cocking his head lazily at Greed, he let out a sigh. "Make it quick. I'd hate to have to get Mustang hounding on your ass again."
— — —
Greed scoffed, leaning in to whisper to Havoc. "Yeah, I'm sure he's been missing me since he failed to pin those bullshit charges on me last year. He's sure got a real hard on for me." He laughed. "Go back and play like you're still on the force, security guard. This doesn't concern you." He leaned back and turned towards Ling then, a much more friendly smile on his face. He led him away from Havoc casually, one arm around his shoulder.
"Hey, kid, sorry for the intrusion here. Didn't mean to ambush you. I was just gonna drop this off for you." he held out the jacket. "Though now that I'm here I wouldn't mind mine back. Its kinda... supposed to be a club exclusive kind of thing. Tradition and all that."
— — —
Oh the things he'd do to this bastard if he could get away with it. For a moment a threatening look crossed through his bright blue eyes at the grinning man before him. Like the bastard would understand a damn thing about what happened to him in the first place. All he did was watch the man with a glare as he moved towards Ling, but then immediate concern washed over him. Why the hell was Greed getting all friendly with the kid?
-- -- --
Ling froze when Greed grabbed him by the shoulders and tugged him along. Looking up at the man he instinctively tugged himself away ever so slightly, putting a bit of room between the two of them. "...thank you." It was soft, almost forced.
Taking the jacket from the other man, he nodded. "Just wait here, I'll be back with it right away." Shooting an apologetic glance at the equally frustrated and confused Havoc staring at the two of them, he stepped away from the man.
-- -- --
Greed sighed as he felt Ling pull away. He knew Ling was nervous as hell, and heck, he understood that. He ended up witnessing illegal activity in a gang clubhouse, it was enough to make anyone jumpy around the members of that gang.
"I'm gonna come with you, kid." expecting that this would scare Ling even more, he quickly added under his breath, "Hey. Nothing to worry about. Just a friendly conversation, huh? Gimme a private minute here."
— — —
It did scare him, but only for a moment before the rest was added. Turning to face the man, he slowly nodded, his shoulders relaxing slightly. He was still on his guard of course, but he couldn't help but feel the man speaking was being sincere.
Turning to face the blond security guard, he offered a small nod. "It won't be long, alright?" To which the man looked as if he were about to protest before letting out some grumble or two.
Silently the younger of the two began to lead the way, his pace surprisingly quick as he headed towards the dorms, as if the quickened pace would lessen the amount of people who would notice the man behind him.
"Alright," He started off as they finally got to his room and he shut the door quietly, turning to face the man before him. "You've got a minute starting now."
-- -- --
Greed took a deep breath. "Alright. Here goes."
"I know you saw some shit back at my bar the other day. I'm not gonna play around and make excuses for that, you wouldn't believe it if I did, I'm guessing you're smarter than that. But that doesn't mean I'm going to hurt you, alright. I know you don't know me, but that's the truth. I mean, sure, I'm hoping you didn't go to the cops with this but its not the end of the world if you did. I'm sure that if they showed up to investigate they'd find that you were mistaken, anyways. No harm done. No harm necessary. I just came to return your stuff. And to... advise you that maybe you shouldn't be wearing that jacket you took on accident. There's some, uh, implications to having that on that you probably don't wanna deal with, huh?"
He glanced at his watch. "There. That's a minute." he handed the jacket out to Ling. "So can you maybe stop acting like I'm a murder investigation waiting to happen?"
— — —
Staring at the man for a few long seconds after he finished speaking eventually he laughed, a smile finding it's way onto his features. Only to catch himself a moment later and forced himself to look calm again. That was....really dorky. "I didn't go to the 'cops', unless you count Havoc." And the most interesting conversation they had was about the 'mystery meat' that was on the menu.
"And do you still want your jacket back then?" Pushing himself up off his wall he picked it up and tossed it to the other, a small smile on his face. "I won't need it."
-- -- --
Greed raised en eyebrow at Ling's tone and his smile as he caught this jacket and pulled it on. Not exactly the reaction he'd been expecting, and a complete 180 from how he'd been acting just minutes before. He had to say, this kid was interesting. He found himself shooting Ling a grin in return.
"Well good. Cleared that right up. See? Easy." He was about to turn around and head out when he changed his mind. Instead, he sauntered up til he was jsut a couple inches away from Ling.
"..So, now that we've got that out the way, what do you say we be friends, huh?" he teased with a smirk.
-- -- --
This was a big mistake, suddenly the guy was getting all 'friendly' on him again. He didn't move from where he stood, instead just cocking his head to the side and shrugging. "Friends? Is that what you call it?" Clicking his tongue, he gently hung his jacket on the back of his chair and his hands into his pockets.
"You should probably get going, correct?" Raising an eyebrow at the man, he kept up a pleasant smile. Even if Greed was nice he was bad news and Ling didn't want to get involved with this mess. After this he wasn't going to talk to this man. "I'm sure you're a very busy person."
-- -- --
Well, alright maybe he deserved the 'friends' comment. It was true, platonic friendship wasn't exactly what he had in mind. He smirked. Ling was in front of the bathroom door, and Greed backed him up until his back was against it, leaning in with a hand or either side of Ling's face.
"Yeah, I'm really busy." he said, a sarcastic lilt to his voice. "I'll just be going right now."
He said that, but he made no move at all to leave, just standing still for a tense moment before leaned in to catch Ling in a sudden kiss.
— — —
It was agressive, and certainly not subtle. This man had absolutely no tact when it came to his intentions, and certainly not when he'd had Ling against the wall. The young man kept his cool despite the closeness of their bodies. He had just pressed his hands against the man's chest when Greed kissed him, his breath hitched immediately as Greed's rough lips met his own with sudden force.
There were a few seconds where his mind pulled a blank and then everything fell apart. He soon tilted his head into the kiss, leaning into it as hazy memories of the night before flashed through his mind, making him shudder.
And in the back of his mind he could still hear himself screaming that this was a bad idea.
-- -- --
Greed wasn't actually planning on taking this too far, but right now his self control was on the fritz and he couldn't stop himself from running a hand under Ling's shirt, tracing his fingers over where he'd left marks before as he deepend the kiss, nipping at Ling's lip.
-- -- --
As if the kissing wasn't already tempting enough he felt the man's hand roaming over his skin. His hands, which were pressed to the man's chest, were now gripping Greed's shirt, tugging him closer towards him as he deepened the kiss. He tasted like cigarette smoke, Ling couldn't help but notice as his tongue tanged with the man's own.
-- -- --
Greed made a sound deep in his throat when Ling tugged him closer, and he wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling their bodies together. Damn, for someone with no experience with sex, Ling was a damn good kisser. Greed smirked into Lings mouth as his hand slowly trailed down from his waist to slide over the curve of his ass.
— — —
They'd been gone for far too long, at least ten minutes. The man wasn't supposed to be on the grounds in the first place so why had he let the kid drag him in there? Goddammit. These were the thoughts that rushed through the man's head as he made his way towards the living boys' quarters, pushing past a few people with quiet and hurried apologies before he made it to Ling's dorm room.
-- -- --
He'd be a liar to say he wasn't into this, with their bodies pressed together and the heat building up between them. Greed's hand moved from his hip and grabbed his ass and he did a small double take. Was Greed really grabbing him there...? Was this really happening?
But when Greed's hips suddenly began grinding down on his own and he let out a soft groan he realized that this was most definitely happening, and he was definitely liking it.
-- -- --
He was glad he didn't swing the door open, not with what he was seeing. He'd slid into the room in almost complete silence when he'd noticed the two getting hot and heavy. Which would have been totally fine with the officer had it been anyone else aside from this bastard.
"What in the hell is going on here?!"
-- -- --
Greed pulled back to glance at the doorway, still not moving his hands from where they were. When he saw it was Havoc, he couldn't help but smirk. Of course he would be upset about this turn of events. But Greed wasn't about to be intimidated by this drop out. So he simply paused casually, keeping Ling against him, raising an eyebrow at Havoc.
— — —
Ling froze, blood going cold as he heard the man's voice. His eyes opened, suddenly wide as his cheeks turned a completely different shade of red. He found himself completely unable to move for the longest time until he finally managed to turn his head towards the gawking and very upset looking security guard. "H..Havoc," Starting slowly, he shifted his weight from under the man. "Why are you....?"
-- -- --
"Yeah, why are you in here? Very rude. Close the door on your way out, huh?" he teased with a nasty smirk. To punctuate his statement, he leaned in and nipped at Ling's neck, keeping on eye on Havoc. He had to say, getting under the guard's skin like this was almost as fun as what he'd been doing with Ling.
Almost.
-- -- --
Havoc didn't even respond, he just roughly shoved himself between the two of them. He looked disgusted, shooting a dark glare the man's way. He knew he shouldn't have let the two of them go off on their own, this bastard was no good. He was lucky he showed up in time before--
And then it hit him, a suddenly violent and harsh realization dawned upon him.
The kid had been gone all night, had hickeys for christ's sake! And then this asshole shows up, is getting all friendly on him and then he walks in on them making out.
Turning his head towards the longer haired male, he looked horrified. "You...with him?"
-- -- --
Greed was tempted to shove Havoc right back, but long years of experience had taught him not to give a cop anything they could use to arrest him. That was true even for a security guard. So instead he just picked up his jacket from where it had been left and tugged it on.
"Oh wow, good deduction there. How in the world didn't you get your detective shield, huh, sherlock?" he sneered at Havoc. "Now why don't you mind your own business."
— — —
"Wait, what...?" Confusion took over the boy's features as he finally spoke for the first time since all of this had happened. He honestly had no clue what was really going on, to be fair. It wasn't as if he'd known about their history or all that much about the city outside and around the school to begin with.
— — —
Havoc didn't really want to explain what was going on with Greed still in the room. That dirtbag needed to get outta here. He pulled his radio off his belt and pointed towards the door.
"You need to get off school property before I call for backup and have you thrown out." Technically, Greed was perfectly within his rights to come to the school, it was an open campus, but that didn't mean Havoc was going to let that get in his way. He'd kick Greed out by himself if he had to.
Luckily, it didn't seem like that would become necessary, as Greed just shook his head and scoffed. "Fine. I'm out. But don't think its because of your empty threat."
And then he walked out.
Havoc breathed a deep sigh of relief. He was really, really glad that hadn't turned into a fight. He put his radio back and turned back to Ling.
"What are you doing, Ling?"
— — —
Ling was relieved when the tension between the two men was gone, along with the man who'd been kissing him earlier. He didn't get a long reprieve however before Havoc turned to him.
-- -- --
"He just came in to get his jacket and then..." He started kissing me and I liked it. "I'm not sure how it happened, I was going to walk him out." Running a hand through his hair he bit his lower lip. "You're not going to report this are you?" God, getting kicked out of a school for making out with another man. How would explain that one to his parents?
-- -- --
Havoc frowned. "Report...? You think I'm upset because you were making out in your dorm room? Ling, I don't care about that, geez, I had to many college flings to hassle you about that. And you know I don't care if its a guy or a girl or what." He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. Damn, he needed a smoke. "This isn't about that."
-- -- --
He let out a sigh of relief at that, he knew he could rely on Havoc to not rat him out. If you could even really call it that. His shoulders slackened and he pushed himself up off of the wall, straightening up. "What is it about, then?" Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, he looked up at the man in question.
-- -- --
Havoc sighed. He was beginning to think that Ling had no clue what the implications were here. Well, that was one good thing at least. Once he knew, he probably wouldn't see Greed again.
"Look. How much do you know about that guy? Because i know him. Pretty much everyone outside the school in this town knows him. And I know you don't want to get involved with him."
— — —
"I...look, three of my classmates took me to a bar." Pausing, he let out an over dramatic sigh. "That man's bar. I got drunk, and...well I left some things back there and that's why he came here. That's all I know, really." If he was grateful for anything, it was his innate ability to lie and act. "Why?"
-- -- --
Havoc scoffed. He knew a one night stand when he saw it. He wouldn't have thought Ling was the type, though. And Greed was definitely not the right choice. Now he just had to try and make sure that it didn't turn into anything more than that. He glanced back to make sure the door was closed.
"Ling. You know I used to be a cop. I... ran into this guy a lot, to say the least. He's the leader of a biker gang called the Devil's Nest. And not the 'just a fun group of motorcycle enthusiasts' kinda of biker gang, the bad kind. Gun-running, gang wars, murders. He's got the police and politicians in his pocket, so he practically runs the town outside the school grounds."
"I don't know what happened between you two, though I can guess some of it." he said. "The point is that this is not a guy you want to make a habit of hanging around. You'll get yourself into serious trouble."
-- -- --
Listening to the other speak gave him a feeling of dread and soon he was running his hands along his face with a groan. Great, it was worse. Much, much, much worse. Just what he needed.
It didn't take much convincing for him really, Havoc's initial statement alone was enough to convince Ling that it was bad to make a habit out of this. Anyone with half a brain would know that. Turning his head back up at the man, he nodded. "You make very good points. Very good. And you're right, so.....I won't talk to him again."
-- -- --
Havoc nodded. He wasn't too worried about it, Ling had always been on the straight and narrow, he had no reason to suspect he'd even want to hang out with a gang member. So he just smiled and patted Ling on the shoulder as he started to head out the door.
"Good. I was worried, seeing you with that guy of all people. And hey, if he gives you any trouble ever again, you let me know. I've still got friends on the force and in the FBI."
— — —
Greed was working. Him and the crew were meeting with a Bratva captain; Marat Ivankov. They had dealing on and off, when they weren't at some war or another. It was... a rather tense situation, but Greed had it covered. This deal was good for both of them, the russians wouldn't risk making a fuss, and Greed had plenty of muscle and plenty of guns.
He got off his bike as the russians got out of their van, three guys behind him and two carrying the box full of AKs. He sauntered up to meet Ivankov with a smile as they shook hands.
Two dozen AK's, 10 thousand dollars. A solid deal on both sides.
They had finished exchanging pleasantries, tense though they were, and had moved on to making the trade when Greed's phone buzzed in his pocket. Thinking it might be the guy staying back at the club, he flipped it open.
Quote:Text sent to Greed at 1:17AM
(*ﾟｰﾟ)ゞ
Thank you for bringing me my coat back.
Greed blinked for a moment. A long moment. He snickered, then started laughing, hard. His crew looked at him like he had gone nuts, and the russian muscle reached for their handguns. Greed held out a hand, trying to get them to give a second to get himself under control. His crew pulled their own guns.
Man, this kid would be the death of him. He was too damn ridiculous, and Greed couldn't help but smile.
"What is this, Greed." Ivankov hissed, nervous about anything that might go wrong. Greed gave him a smile, hands up in the air.
"Nothing, promise. Just a text from a friend of mine, I've got an overactive sense of humor. You understand. Nothing wrong here." it took a moment, but the russians lowered their guns and so did his men. Greed let out a sigh. He didn't need a freaking text message getting someone shot.
The rest of it went down without a hitch, though Greed found himself fighting a smile the whole time. As the russians drove away, Greed passed the phone to Martel, showing her the text. She passed it to Roa, and before long the whole crew was laughing with him as the prospect tossed him his phone back.
He caught it and leaned against his bike to text back, adding Ling as a contact in his phone while Martel and the rest of the crew catcalled and jsut generally gave him shit. He grinned.
Quote:Text sent to Ling at 1:40AM
no problem cutie
it was fun. should do it again sometime.
Charity Rally on Fri 5:00. you wanna hang? will have a ticket paid at the door
Then he flipped his phone closed and hopped on his bike.
— — —
When he'd finally gotten the message back he;d just finished eating the mountain of snacks he'd procured for himself beforehand. Picking up his phone, he stared at he reply, not paying any attention to the obvious flirting, but instead staring at the invitation. Immediately he began to type.
Quote:Creating text to Greed at -:--AM
:;(∩´﹏`∩);:
I'm sorry, I can't.
I mean we probably shouldn't hang out anymore.
It's a bad idea.
Staring at the text for a long time, he eventually let out a defeated sigh and turned off his phone, glaring at his wall. Why was he having second thoughts about this? Why was he acting on them? Sure Greed was attractive, and sure he'd totally like to get back in bed with-- no. That was bad, really bad.He needed to stop thinking about this.
And he wasn't going to this...rally thing. No way in hell.
— — —
Fuck this, fuck everything about what was going on at this very moment in time and everything about it.
He'd managed to drag Edward here, all the way to the front. That was as far as he got before he smacked the Chinese boy upside the head and grumbling something about 'walking your sorry ass over here' and 'I gotta go check up on my brother' before promptly ditching the young man all on his own.
Glaring down at his phone, he was currently sending the other young man a text himself.
Quote:Sending text to Edo at 4:56PM
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How could you just leave me here?
You're just plain cruel!!!
— — —
Greed drove up to rally on his Harley, glancing over the crowd. This was Rosa's thing, so of course the whole club would show up for support. He could already see Martel, Roa, and Dol's bikes out in the parking lot. But it wasn't the club he was looking for.
He was just going to park when he spotted Ling.
Greed grinned. He hadn't heard anything from Ling since he invited himHe pulled up right next to him, but he had figured the kid would show up. He pulled up to the curb beside him, pulling his helmet off and he swung a leg over the seat, hopping off the bike.
"Well hey there, kid. Funny seeing you here."
— — —
Ling would have had to be deaf to not have heard that noisy engine. Wincing as it came up right behind him, he turned around, watching the man take off his helmet and hopped off of his bike.
Oh. That was hot, he wasn't even going to try and deny that. He even let his gaze persist a little longer than usual.
Biting his lower lip suddenly, he quickly shoved his phone into his pocket and shrugged. "...No class today." He said simply, raising an eyebrow. "I also heard you'd be paying." Hopefully that meant for meals too. His mouth was practically watering at the mere thought.
-- -- --
Greed laughed and threw an arm around Ling's shoulder as they walked straight past the ticket line. The girl behind the counter, Dol's girl, waved as they passed.
"Kid, I don't pay for anything at a Devil's Nest event. And by association, neither do you." He smiled. "Just ask anyone here for whatever you want."
They walked down aisles of bikes and booths for moment before Greed spoke. "So, I was worried you weren't gonna show for a while there. Didn't hear from you. No little fancy emotes." he teased with a wink.
— — —
He kept pace with the other man, an unfamiliar woman waved at them and he offered a small smile towards her as they continued on. But he stopped when Greed's words were heard. Immediately his neck snapped upwards and the man and he grabbed him so that the man was at his level. "You're saying all of this food is free?"
Unfortunately for Greed, he might have just dug himself a hole.
-- -- --
Greed raised en eyebrow at Ling. Kid sure was serious about food, huh? he'd have to keep that in mind for bribery later.
"Yeah kid. It's all yours. Knock yourself out." He laughed. "Though if you pass out or throw up I'm ditching you," he teased as he kept walking.
-- -- --
Suddenly grinning, and all other negative thoughts chucked out the wayside he pulled the man in for a kiss on the cheek. "You're the best!"
-- -- --
Greed was caught off guard when Ling kissed him on the cheek. That was pretty... forward. He could never predict this kid. He smiled, pointing to the long row of food booths.
"Alright then, I was going to ask what you wanted to do but it looks like the answer is 'eat', so knock yourself out."
— — —
Nodding, he folded his hands behind his back and walked towards them. "I hope you won't regret this offer later." He might, after all Ling wasn't exactly one who skimped meals.
As he approached one of the booths he ordered a...surprisingly large amount of food. offering the man a bag of cinnamon sugar doughnuts, he cocked his head to the side. "Want any?"
-- -- --
Greed accepted the bag with a grin. "Sure, kid." He popped one in his mouth before he spoke.
"So, we haven't really gotten to... talk, much, so far. I barely know anything about you." admittedly, what they HAD been doing was much more fun, but hey. HE liked this kid, he wanted to know more than just his name. "So, law school, huh? What's that about?"
— — —
He thought about the other's question as they sat down and he grabbed a few french fries and shrugged. "I grew up on politics, my father does a lot of work with the United States for as long as I can remember. I'm not really allowed to say too much on that, but...I guess being raised on it, it just became my passion. I was expected to go into it just like my father had as well."
Leaning back, he smiled softly. "And...I have a little sister back in China, she's seventeen. She's the sweetest thing, a little bit on the small side but for as long as I can remember she's always been able to take care of herself." Pausing, he clicked his tongue thoughtfully.
"Other than that I suppose I do martial arts, swordplay. Nothing too fancy or special, I suppose." Taking another bite, he looked up at the other. "And what about you?"
-- -- --
"Martial arts, huh? That's pretty sweet." he grinned. That was a pretty unexpected hobby, he had to say.
"And me? Well let's see. I own a bar downtown, the Devil's Nest; run a civic-minded club of motorcycle enthusiasts, same name," he said, gesturing to the logo on the back of his vest, more than a little sarcasm in his tone.
"To be honest, that takes up a lot of my time you know. That's work and hobby, doesn't leave time for too much else." he put his arm around Ling's shoulder again. "Though at least I have time to go out every once in a while."
-- -- --
Blinking a few times, he raised an eyebrow. Nothing about his family, huh? Something told him it was better to keep it that way. Taking yet another bite, he spoke again. "Why motorcycles then?"
Motorcycles were practically a staple stereotype for America, but Ling knew nothing about biker gangs in particular. He'd never even heard of them up until this point. "When did you start riding? Is it hard?" He'd never considered doing it himself, but he had to admit he was curious.
-- -- --
"I started riding when I was 16, but I liked the bikes before then. Taught myself to do some mechanic work, that kinda thing." He smiled. He liked talking bikes. After all, the motorcycle enthusiasts bit was only half a lie, so Ling's curiosity was gratifying. And if he was interested, Greed had a few ideas for how they could spend their time.
"Hey, I tell you what. There's some restored Harley's out here for sale, their giving test drives. How bout we head down there, I can show you a few things, we can go for a ride." He gave Ling a grin.
— — —
That sounded interesting, certainly more interesting than watching someone do tricks and just watching. Turning to the other man he nodded, a smile on his lips. He'd never ridden one, and never really planned to, but he was being given the opportunity on a silver platter, so why not?
Nodding, he stood up and stretched out. "Sure, that sounds interesting. I've never been on one before, you know." Laughing softly, his smile shifted to a slightly more nervous look. "I've never been much for vehicles, but I know someone who is."
-- -- --
"Oh really? And who would that be?" Greed put on hand on the small of Ling's back to steer him down towards the Harleys for sale. There were always a whole bunch at events like these. Normally, they weren't available for driving. But anyone would let any of the Devil's Nest on them anytime.
-- -- --
Following along, he shrugged. "She's from around here, actually. Her name's Winry. I met her through a...friend of mine." To which he suddenly seemed to pout at. He still couldn't believe the jerk had just up and left him like that.
-- -- --
Greed stopped dead for a moment. "Winry? Seriously? No shit." He laughed, pointing over to where there was a long row of shiny restored bikes. Leaned over one with a tool kit was none other than Winry herself.
"Well, take a look, kid. It's a small world."
— — —
Blinking a few times, he turned his head to see the blonde girl and he paused for a moment before a smile played across his face. But it wasn't the same as before, it was more mischievous this time around as he approached her and tapped her shoulder gently. "Ah what a beautiful day to see such a lovely lady!"
-- -- --
Winry laughed and came to hug him. Greed scowled slightly at this exchange, looking over at Winry with a questioning look. When she just shook her head at him a little, Greed relaxed. That meant there wasn't a problem, and he'd worked with Winry enough that he'd trust her on that. So instead he just put his arm back around Lings waist in a possessive gesture.
"So, Winry, babe, me and this friend of your would like to take a test ride. What would you recommend?"
Winry bobbed her head happily and led them down the end of the row, to a streamlined monster of a bike.
Greed laughed. "What the heck have you built this time, girl."
She smiled, obivously excited to share. "Its a custom job, I built it on the engine of an old VRXSE destroyer. Drag race engine, but made street legal. This baby can go 0 to 60 in just a couple seconds flat, top speed over 200." She explained happily. Greed jsut shoook his head.
"Winry. That's a one person bike, first of all, and second of all I'm not taking Ling on your barely legal street racing contraption. Its sweet, don't get me wrong. But no. What else you got?"
Winry sighed, and showed them to a bike two down. "Alright, alright. It's just that I haven't been able to get anyone else to test it with me, I wanted a second opinion on the ride. But if you want something a bit more friendly to the new rider, I've got a fully modded FXDWG dna wide glide, 1620cc, twin cam engine."
Greed whistled as he looked the bike over. "Nice. That'll work. Thanks babe. You do damn good work, ya know that?"
Finally he turned back to Ling, holding out the helmet that had been sitting on the seat. "So what'dya say? Wanna learn some things?"
— — —
Ling stiffened in the other's hold, feeling Greed's hand on his hip. Glancing down he gently pried it off and put it back on his shoulder where it had been previously before turning his attention back towards the girl.
Despite not having a clue what she was saying and the bike looking like a screaming metal death trap, he smiled. The girl always got a bright and happy look in her eyes when it came to machines, he wasn't about to take away that from her.
When they were offered a more reasonable bike he was certainly more comfortable with the prospect of riding it. Going two hundred miles an hour didn't sound like something he'd enjoy any time soon. Turning to face Greed, he nodded. "Certainly."
-- -- --
Greed grinned widely as he swung a leg over the bike. He had never been much good at actualdates, he was better at one night stands. But this was in his element. He pointed to the controls, showing Ling where they were one by one.
"Here's the throttle. Brake. Gear shifter. You hold this down this twist the throttle to start the engine." He cranked the throttle to show him and the engine roared to life with a loud rumble. He swung his leg over the bike and patted the space on the seat behind him.
"Alright then. Hop on, kid."
-- -- --
He paid attention carefully as Greed spoke, bikes really weren't his thing but they seemed to be one of the few things that got Greed talking and distracted the man from constantly hitting on him.
When greed patted the back seat Ling paused, noticing the helmet and picking it up. Tilting it around in his hands, he raised an eyebrow before offering it to the man. "I'm not sure how this goes." Looking slightly embarrassed, he chuckled. "...could you help me?"
-- -- --
Dang, but this kid was adorable. He smiled, taking the helmet form his hands to put it on, buckling it under his chin. As he let go, he took a moment to trace his fingers along Ling's jawbone as he pulled back.
After another moment's thought, he pulled off his leather jacket from under his vest.
"Here, put this on. Part of motorcycle safety, always wear long sleeves, long pants, thick boots, and a helmet." He tossed the jacket to Ling.
"Now throw it on and hop aboard."
— — —
He ignored the man's fingers, he was still determined to end this. It was a bad idea to be around this guy and he wanted to make it more clear than just ignoring a text. Taking the jacket, he stared at it for a few moments before raising an eyebrow at him. "Motorcycle safety?" He echoed, a slight hint of disbelief in his voice. "I'm surprised you know anything about that."
-- -- --
Greed gave an exaggerated hurt expression. "Hey, I'll have you know I am very educated on motorcycle safety. I'm a biker, thank you very much. I can only ignore those rules because I've been doing it so long. I know how not to fuck up and I'm tough to kill. Besides, if I get hurt its my own stupid fault, same can't be said for you. So you're wearing the jacket."
He glanced at Ling, raising an eyebrow. "You're still not on the bike, kid. You having second thoughts?"
— — —
He opened his eyes just to roll them, a small smile on his face. "That sort of attitude is what gets people into trouble, you know?" Even so, he slid behind the man, shifting in the spot behind him until he was comfortable. Once he'd done that the young man grabbed the man's vest by the sides.
-- -- --
Greed looked at the hands gripping his vest and laughed. "Naw, that ain't gonna work, kid." He grabbed Ling's hands and wrapped them around his waist. "You're going to need a better grip that that." He grinned. One of the benefits of riding double.
— — —
He frowned as Greed pulled his arm around his waist, turning his head towards the blonde girl nearby he gave her a pleading look, begging her for any other sort of option aside from this.
-- -- --
Winry laughed lightly. "He's not lying. That's how you ride with someone else, Ling. Don't look at me!" she punched him on the shoulder. Greed meanwhile just grinned as he revved the engine. "You'd better hold on tight, babe."
And then he took off.
— — —
Ling made a face of distaste towards her, clearly unhappy with the response he'd gotten.
When Greed took off Ling's grip tightened on reflex around the man and he let out a small and almost completely silent yelp. The machine's engine was loud, loud enough that it was hard to even hear himself think. After getting used to it though, this was pretty nice. They weren't going too fast, after all.
-- -- --
Greed headed off the main street and onto the small, winding highway toward the edge of town. As soon as they were off busy road, and Ling has seemed to relax a little, Greed sped up, taking the turns at nearly top speed, laughing. He did love the open road, and this bike was pretty damn sweet.
— — —
Holding the man tightly still, his grip only tightened when he sped up. Greed knew what he was doing, that much was for certain. But that did nothing to help the young man relax. He still felt like if he even loosened his grip the tiniest bit he'd be flung off of the loud and quick contraption.
-- -- --
Greed glanced back to see how Ling was doing, since the kid was clinging to him for dear life, giving a sympathetic smile when he saw that Ling looked positively freaked out. So, maybe not that fast for a first timer. He slowed down, taking the turns at a less extreme slant.
"Sorry about that, kid!" he yelled over the roar of the engines. "Little much?"
He had to say though, the feeling of Ling holding on to him like that, all pressed against, wasn't half bad. They'd have to do this again sometime.
— — —
"Little?" He shouted back, sounded exasperated. That was a complete understatement, but that seemed to be entirely too fitting for Greed's personality. Finally letting out a soft sigh, he craned his head so that his chin was on the man's shoulder instead of buried in his back.
-- -- --
Greed pulled up on end of the road, on the cliff overlooking the town. It was a pretty great view, and the one couple he could see through the bushes scrammed as soon as they saw him pull up. Good.
He cut the engine, turning to Ling. "Pretty, huh?"
— — —
Unlike Greed, Ling was too busy with the ringing in his ears that persisted even after the engine had stopped running. It was only until Greed spoke that he turned his attention to the view. Peeling the helmet off he inhaled deeply, savoring the fresh air and the freedom from the restraints.
"Mmhm." His grip around the other finally loosened and he rested his cheek on the male's back. It was nice and quiet up here, something the young man could really appreciate, it wasn't too often these days that he got as much quiet as he would have liked.
-- -- --
Greed put an arm around Ling's shoulder, looking down at the town. It was a small, quaint little place; the Devil's Nest had kept it safe from outside forces for a long time, and Greed considered it his home. He smiled for a moment.
After a few more moments, though, he realized that he didn't actually know what they were doing up here. He didn't do actual dates that often, or really ever, he realized suddenly. All his past romantic interactions were either during a party, with the club, or in a bed. Shit. What did people even do on dates, anyways?
After another long moment, he finally had to admit he had no fucking clue. He coughed.
"So, uh... I'm going to just put this out there, but I didn't actually have a plan for what to do next here. I'm not... great at this, it seems. Kinda out of practice. Or never had practice, I should say."
— — —
It wasn't until a few moments later when he realized this was the first time he'd actually just been around this man and there weren't any sexual advanced. And it was nice. Even knowing what he knew, the foreigner felt at ease around him.
"Well, I didn't know what we were doing up here to begin with anyways." he said simply, with a small shrug. "So I have absolutely no idea what you would be referring to." Turning to face the man, he nudged him in the side. "But you appear to be doing fine, if you ask me."
-- -- --
Ling didn't know what he was talkign about? Greed raised an eyebrow. It was kind of endearing, he had to say, if a bit frustrating.
He sighed. "I'm saying that... well, when it comes to dating lets just say I tend to be more comfortable in situations like when we met. It doesn't usually get this far. Actually it has never gotten this far, so I'm kind of flying blind on how all this... works." It was pretty embarrassing when he put it that way, but it was true. And it was either explain that, or deal with who knows how long of just sitting here not knowing what the fuck he was doing, so.
"Sorry about that."
— — —
"...dating." There was a tone of disbelief in his voice as he turned his head towards the man. "You consider this a date? I thought you were just going to teach me how to ride a motorbike." He'd been on a few (preselected) dates before, this was not a date.
Turning his head, he scratched the back of his neck. No, he needed to stop this now. Dating? He couldn't bedating this guy.Pushing himself up and off of the bike he turned to face the man, his expression suddenly serious. "Look, Greed this is nice. It's been nice, but..."
-- -- --
Greed looked at Ling incredulously. "You didn't think this was a date? Seriously?" he couldn't help but laugh a little at that, even though it stung. "Kid, I'll give you a little hint. When a guy you've slept with invites you to pretty much anything where its just the two of you for any length of time, that's called a date." He couldn't believe he had to explain that.
"It doesn't even matter I guess," he huffed, looking away. "If you say its not then I guess its not. Whatever."
— — —
He wanted-- no needed to finish what he was going to say, but he couldn't. He suddenly found himself at a loss for words when the man looked away and his fingers slowly curled into fists. He'd had this all planned out not too long ago, why was it falling short suddenly?
Why couldn't he just say that this was bad for him?
And then the man gave him that pathetic look, it wasn't anything he'd expected from a guy like this. He was pouting over a date. A date with some rich kid from overseas he'd had a one night stand with.
Why?
Letting out a frustrated sigh and running a hand through his bangs, he took a step forwards and turned the man's head so that the man was looking at him once again. "...you look ridiculous making that face." And he kissed him, even knowing that he shouldn't have been doing this, he was kissing the guy. Again. And this time he wasn't drunk or pinned to a wall. He was doing this all on his own.
God, he was a fucking idiot.
— — —
To say he was caught off guard would be a bit of an understatement. He was just saying this wasn't a date and trying to cut things off and now his lips were on Greed's and he was more than a little confused. He was confused, but that didn't mean he was conflicted. He tangled a hand in Ling's hair and kissed back, fiercely, wrapping his other arm around Ling's waist to pull him in closer.
— — —
Greed wasn't the only one confused, Ling was so angry at himself. It was so frustrating, never before had he had difficulty in these situations. Never! He'd always been one to be very concise and decisive and here he was going back and fourth like a fucking ping pong ball.
But within moments he was kissing back, certainly with less heat, but kissing back nonetheless. It was like the man had this ability to suck all reasoning from him and toss it to the wayside.
— — —
Greed meanwhile didn't have any reason to hesitate in the first place. And sure, maybe it was a little forward, a little forceful, but Greed had never exactly been a master of patience or restraint. He nipped at Ling's bottom lip as he kept Ling pulled in against his body, running his hand through Ling's hair softly.
— — —
It felt nice when Greed and him close like this, and Greed's hand gently running through his hair was enough to practically make him melt. Finally giving in and deepening the kiss he relaxed against the older male's frame.
— — —
Greed was enjoying this too, tracing small circles against the small of Ling's back, the other hand still in Ling's hair. Eventually, though, the close contact was making him impatient, and he reached up to slide his own jacket off Ling's shoulders.
— — —
Ling complied easily, helping to tug the jacket off and then grasping the front of the man's vest as he kissed him more. Just as he pulled away to catch his breath the bike keeping them up jerked back and he stiffened, falling further into the man in front of him. "We...should move."
— — —
"Yeah Winry would kill us if we messed her fancy new bike," Greed laughed. He pushed himself off the bike and grabbed Ling up by the waist, holding him up with his other arm. Luckily, the kid was relatively light, so it wasn't any problem to carry him over towards one of the picnic table by the side of the road.
— — —
The younger of the two let out a small yelp, legs instinctively clasping around the man's waist as he was carried towards the bench. When he was finally settled down he stared at the other with a surprised look on his face, and when he finally spoke he'd mustered a small playful smirk. "Be careful, friend."
— — —
Greed smirked right back. "Don't worry, kid. I'll be gentle." he laughed, leaning in to nip at Ling's neck, aiming to leave more marks to replace the ones that had faded. He ran his hands under Ling's shirt to try and lift it off.
— — —
Turning his head to give Greed more room, he shivered as Greed's cool hands ran over his skin. He could feel the goosebumps forming along his forearms. This was nice, the younger of the two let out a shaky breath as Greed nipped along the gentle flesh of his neck.
— — —
Greed grinned against Ling's neck, shoving his shirt up and then moving his hand down to his pants, working to undo his belt as he slid his mouth down to Ling's collarbone and then down his chest.
— — —
He let out a soft sigh of relief when Greed undid his pants, which were getting pretty tight before Greed undid them. And then a groan as Greed's mouth trailed down his chest, a shiver shooting down his spine.
— — —
Greed shot Ling a triumphant grin at the sound he made. He pulled back to yank Ling's pants down around his knees and then leaned back in, shoving a knee in between Ling's legs and running his hands across his chest. He cursed softly in Ling's ear at the new friction.
— — —
The feeling of Greed rubbing up against him made him groan, back arching and legs spreading ever so slightly. His skin felt hot to the touch, and with every brush of Greed's fingertips it was becoming more and more unbearable. Leaning up, he desperately met the man's lips, catching them with his own in a deep kiss.
— — —
Greed hissed as Ling shifted under him. Goddamn, this kid was hot. And even better sober.
"Fuck... Ling-" he was cut off when Ling kissed him, hard. Greed nipped at his bottom lip as he moved to undo his belt. He was really wearing too many clothes right now. While he worked on that with one hand, he slipped the other one down to palm at Ling through his boxers.
— — —
He shivered violently to Greed's touch. With their tongues tangled and his arousal quickly gathering momentum he'd already lost himself, his anger and frustration towards the situation having fully dissipated, tossed to the side in favor of desire.
Ling's hips rolled upwards, grinding against the hand rubbing him hungrily.
— — —
Greed tossed his belt to the side, having finally managed to get it off with one hand. He undid his pants hurriedly, since they'd gotten way too tight by now. He tried and failed to bite back a moan at the sensation of cool air on overheated skin.
— — —
The moan sent a shiver down his spin and he paused, breath hitching. Leaning forwards he began to stroke the man through his boxers slowly. His own hand began to go through the man's pockets, hoping to find lube. Somehow Greed didn't give off the impression that he ever left home without it. When he did finally manage to find it he pulled away from the man, panting softly and giving his crotch one last squeeze before offering it to him.
— — —
Greed raised an eyebrow at him at he tried to catch his breath. This kid was really something.
"Damn... You're eager, huh...?" He smirked, taking the bottle. He pulled Ling's boxers down and slicked up his fingers, leaning down so he could bite marks into the smooth skin of Ling's hips as he pressed a finger inside him.
— — —
Both hands were placed on Greed's shoulders as he moved downwards, slipping the boy's boxers off. His breath hitched, the cool breeze meeting his arousal and he bit his lower lip. His legs spread as Greed teased him and he rolled his hips down onto the intrusion, welcoming it and the biting of the sensitive skin along his hips. "...mmm."
"Reporter?" Like those people Carlos had told him about while in the truck, right? The ones with the flashing light boxes that were trying to clamber onto the boat to get a good look at him. He shuddered. Still it wasn't...too far off. But at least he wasn't a jerk about it.
He was eager for that next bit and his expression lit up, expression it all too clearly. "So, how many different kinds of humans are there?" A genuine question, after all very rarely were his kind labelled as a whole. Why wouldn't it be the same for humans? "After all you scientists look very similar to one another, but different from the other ones."
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Today was a very big day for Carlos Menendez.
He was a programmer working for on the Night Vale project, the most ambitious project of it's kind. Their aim was to build an artificial planet. It had been done before, of course, but never on this scale. Plus, the board of directors was hoping to create the most advanced AI ever made, to help run all the complex systems that would keep the planet running.
That was where Carlos came in.
He had been fascinated by Ai for as long as he could remember. His parents considered it a rubbish field of study, but he mostly ignored them, even when they practically stopped speaking to him. And now, all that work was finally paying off. The AI he had built for the board was practically perfect. It imitated sentience with the use of two major programs. The preference database basically assigned values to ideas and objects randomly to create rudimentary likes and dislikes, which updated as the program experience things. It was Carlo's theory that this was the basis of all human personality, and he hoped that he could recreate it with the help of the data trawling utility, which allowed the program to take information and reduce it to something a computer could process, and include in the database.
It was all a bit more complicated than that, of course, but those were the basics.
It was a pretty sound system. He had been interaction with the program for months now as he fine tuned and tweaked; it was remarkably advanced, and he was proud of his work.
But today would be the biggest test of his program yet. The board wanted it to act as a sort of spokesperson, relaying news and information and generally serving as the figurehead for the company. And that meant it needed an image, a body. Right now it was just a program, housed in a big black box with cords coming out of it. The board had hired designers from five planets to come and debate the finer points of what it should look like, and the discussion had been going for two days. Most of the possible designs were variations on sexy women with unnecessarily skin tight sci-fi clothing, and Carlos couldn't help but cringe. He had been very clear that the program was not yet gendered, and he certainly didn't intend it to be a sex symbol. it struck him as tacky and sexist. Eventually, after a particularly absurd design was put forth, Carlos couldn't help but interject his opinion.
After all, this was a program designed to make decisions and hold responsibility. Why not let it design it's own body, it's own voice, it's own name? Not to mention it's own gender. It would be the perfect test of its abilities. If they couldn't trust the program with this, how would they trust it with a planet of billions?
That's was Carlos had argued, anyways. And it had worked.
So that was how he ended up here, standing outside the fabrication chamber surrounded by the rest of the board members, including the founder of the project, Ms. Winchell. She had been very supportive of his work, but now that the pressure was on he was feeling more than a bit nervous about what would happen when that door opened. They had told the program what they wanted, someone that looked trustworthy, relatable, professional. Someone who would represent them well. Carlos just hoped that all his programs worked correctly so that it could make something concrete out of those vague commands. If this didn't go well it would be humiliating. It should go well. He knew his ideas were sound. But… what if it didn't?
Please have come up with something decent. Please have come up with something decent…
He was one of a kind, a truly unique citizen of the city-- essential for the survival of everyone who lived within it's walls. He was it's guardian, the only thing keeping the city from being completely destroyed by the watery depths surrounding them. And he knew this, he knew it perfectly well. He loved his home, virtually untouched by anything from the outside world.
But one day that all changed, he felt it-- he felt as someone or something pierced through their barrier and into their city. Snd it wasn't just obvious to him, a select few troops returned to their city within a day, reporting that something had broken in, nothing they'd ever seen before.
And he saw visions, visions of loud monstrous machinery unknown to their kind. It moved carrying wooden crates of unknown things and it made the ground beneath their feet tremble. Alongside those metal contraptions were people, unfamiliar in their heavy, filthy, and wet clothing. They trudged through the foliage and environment that had never before been touched by the outside world.
He was curious, and though many were frightened by these visions and the statements of the soldiers, he was not. Concerned? Yes. Wary? Of course. But he needed to see it in person. Needed to know just what they were dealing with. And so he gathered the same troop that had discovered them earlier and headed out. All the while he could feel the intruders, for each step they took was like an echo in his head, guiding him closer and closer.
