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Title: Foreplay
Character(s): Greed (FMA), Giovanni (DOGS: B&C)
Rating: PG13 AT LEAST >(
Warnings: LOL TITLE?
Giovanni held his finger on the trigger of the trigger of the Walther P38, as he pressed it against Greed's neck. He let his fingers move over that metal, leaning forward, his teeth against Greed's ear, tugging on the flesh, when he saw the solid carbon crawling up the skin slowly from the corner of his eye. When he pulled the trigger, the bullet crashed into the carbon, but didn't penetrate it; instead, it fell to the ground, rolling away on the floor.
"Cheater," Giovanni commented into Greed’s ear, rolling his eyes. Greed reached a hand back and gripped the gun, tugging it out of the blond’s grip with only some resistance. A smirk grew on his lips as he watched Giovanni's expression change from over his shoulder.
"You were going to shoot me," Greed said. "It is only natural I get defensive," his voice had a slight mocking tone when he spoke. No matter to tease Giovanni, of course. The dog didn't seem to entirely mind some teasing (although his retaliations were always particularly violent, but he enjoyed that). "Did you want something, puppy?" he asked. The nickname Giovanni could have done without, of course.
Not once did he remove his teeth from the other’s ear, even when he moved his other gun against the Greed’s back, and fired once he saw the carbon had faded. "What do you think?" he said. Blood moved over Greed’s chest, the wound closing up immediately. Giovanni always had a particular way of asking for things. He shifted some, moving to claim the other’s lips with his teeth instead. That wide smirk never once fading as he bit hard. Greed was becoming a master at Giovanni’s game, and not many could claim they were.
Greed learned that Giovanni wanted him particularly when he would fill him with lead. To them, bullets were like flowers. And teeth were always involved in that kiss. And blood was a way to ask the other up to their room. It was a game, after all. Once you figured out the rules, you could win. Giovanni always enjoyed the prizes he was given from playing the game, after all (though it wasn't to say Greed didn't).
Greed took that blood ridden kiss without much hesitation, the wound in his chest already completely gone. Giovanni’s fingers claimed Greed’s hair tugging violently as he bit the Homunculus’ lips. Only quiet, barely audible noises escaped Giovanni’s lips. Greed enjoyed them (as they were noises only he could hear). Giovanni tore away to take Greed’s neck for himself, biting it hard, “Not down here,” he smirked, “or that monk you’ve collected could have a terrible mess to clean.”
Character(s): Greed (FMA), Giovanni (DOGS: B&C)
Rating: PG13 AT LEAST >(
Warnings: LOL TITLE?
Giovanni held his finger on the trigger of the trigger of the Walther P38, as he pressed it against Greed's neck. He let his fingers move over that metal, leaning forward, his teeth against Greed's ear, tugging on the flesh, when he saw the solid carbon crawling up the skin slowly from the corner of his eye. When he pulled the trigger, the bullet crashed into the carbon, but didn't penetrate it; instead, it fell to the ground, rolling away on the floor.
"Cheater," Giovanni commented into Greed’s ear, rolling his eyes. Greed reached a hand back and gripped the gun, tugging it out of the blond’s grip with only some resistance. A smirk grew on his lips as he watched Giovanni's expression change from over his shoulder.
"You were going to shoot me," Greed said. "It is only natural I get defensive," his voice had a slight mocking tone when he spoke. No matter to tease Giovanni, of course. The dog didn't seem to entirely mind some teasing (although his retaliations were always particularly violent, but he enjoyed that). "Did you want something, puppy?" he asked. The nickname Giovanni could have done without, of course.
Not once did he remove his teeth from the other’s ear, even when he moved his other gun against the Greed’s back, and fired once he saw the carbon had faded. "What do you think?" he said. Blood moved over Greed’s chest, the wound closing up immediately. Giovanni always had a particular way of asking for things. He shifted some, moving to claim the other’s lips with his teeth instead. That wide smirk never once fading as he bit hard. Greed was becoming a master at Giovanni’s game, and not many could claim they were.
Greed learned that Giovanni wanted him particularly when he would fill him with lead. To them, bullets were like flowers. And teeth were always involved in that kiss. And blood was a way to ask the other up to their room. It was a game, after all. Once you figured out the rules, you could win. Giovanni always enjoyed the prizes he was given from playing the game, after all (though it wasn't to say Greed didn't).
Greed took that blood ridden kiss without much hesitation, the wound in his chest already completely gone. Giovanni’s fingers claimed Greed’s hair tugging violently as he bit the Homunculus’ lips. Only quiet, barely audible noises escaped Giovanni’s lips. Greed enjoyed them (as they were noises only he could hear). Giovanni tore away to take Greed’s neck for himself, biting it hard, “Not down here,” he smirked, “or that monk you’ve collected could have a terrible mess to clean.”