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With a tight grin, Ed pauses for just long enough to say, “The best things’re always complicated. Isn’t that what you said?”

‘Troublemaker,’ Greed manages.

Ling repeats it aloud. “Troublemaker,” he agrees.

He deposits Ed into the chair and sits at his feet, placing his hands on Ed’s knees so he can wedge between them. “You’ve been real cruel to me,” he says.

Edward keeps his hand against his face, looking at Greed from the space between his fingers. "You're pathetic, you know that?" he says, rather facetiously, even letting loose a small chuckle. The uncertain smile on his face fades as Greed’s hands move up his thighs, and he watches with tense shoulders. “I guess I’m just your own personal hell, huh?”

"Sure," Greed says, shrugging once before he slips his hands up Ed's shirt and shimmies his body between Ed's knees where he is on the ground. "But I've always liked your fire, kid. You bring out a side of me no one else does." He's flashing that shark-toothed grin of his, and his hands curl up Ed's back under his clothes. Greed's voice grows haughty. "I want to swallow that fire and let it burn me from the inside out."

"Welcome home."