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[As the camera cuts on, the scene that plays out is a highly unusual one and more than a little uncharacteristic where Klavier is concerned.

What’s highly unusual about the situation is that Klavier is presently in an ICU unit with a large glass window separating the viewer from the events inside of the room and preventing them from fully understanding what is going on. Even if you could hear anything it would take a really adept ear to pick up on the frenzied muddle of conversation.

So what is Klavier doing in ICU? Well presently it’s uncertain why, but there’s a struggle going on between the doctors, nurses and everyone’s favorite ex-rocker/prosecutor who they are trying to pin to the bed. Unfortunately Klavier seems to be going out of his way to give his caretakers a hard time. One of the nurses, male, has the misfortune of putting his face in the path of the prosecutor’s fist resulting in what would probably be a nasty black-eye later. Several other nurses are thrown off or knocked out of the way during the struggle.

In between slugging it out with the hospital faculty he is further hampering them by ripping off his electrodes and pulling out his IV until he’s forcefully slammed down and his wrists and ankles are restrained. A nurse can be seen jabbing a needle into his arm which is obviously a sedative of some sort because it doesn’t take long for his body to go limp and the struggling to cease.

Not much can be seen afterward because blinds are closed, but there is a small queue of people ready to harass the doctor once he steps out into the hallway. This may illuminate the situation a little bit, but for the most part the following conversation is somewhat vague:]

So, what’s wrong with him?

We’re not really sure at this point; he has a laundry list of symptoms including light sensitivity, confusion, delirium, convulsions, headaches, tachycardia, and there could be others. It seems consistent with the other patients who were at The Alinea...we’re still trying to find the common source…

You know, there were some important diplomats from Europe there, I understand the Minister’s wife was also…

You think someone did this on purpose?

It could be. You think Prosecutor Gavin will be up to the task if this turns out to be a CI?

We don’t even know who the criminal is if there is one.

Or why those people got sick, for all we know the monkfish could have been bad.

I don’t think its monkfish…

Or if Prosecutor Gavin will even feel up to the task.

We’re getting a little ahead of ourselves, we have to find out what’s wrong with the patients first and then you can determine whether it was an accident or if there was some kind of criminal activity involved...

[The feed cuts off with the ongoing conspiracy and a doctor who is being completely dismissed.]

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[Klavier isn't one to turn down generosity when it's offered to him, so as long as as the Homunculus wants to indulge him the ex-rocker has no problem sucking, licking and playfully nipping his companion's thumb while Greed's hand is occupying the side of his face. It's not entirely for show either, his fixation with Greed's fingers triggers his own excitement which is a relief in it's own way.

Fortunately the only thing Klavier is really plugged into is his IV which he'd taken the liberty of ripping out earlier when he was delirious as evidenced by the bandage on his opposite arm. The electrodes were just stuck on, and while ripping them off would be equivalent to ripping off a very sticky band aid, there was no real harm involved. And for a guy who had lost some weight and was fighting off a poison he didn't look all that depleted and this had more to do with his usual spot-on health. He never did anything habitually that affected his health and he's normally very particular so this no doubt works in his favor.

Fortunately hospital gowns are flimsy things and with some fondling even the ties are loosened and the material falls off of his shoulders easily enough. With both of Greed's hands on him Klavier can only return his companion's touches by dipping his fingers into the waistband of Greed's pants and massaging his hips with the tips of his fingers.]

[Careful as he is not to rip anything off, there's nothing gentle about Greed once he's familiar with the body beneath again. Each pass down his chest or over his hips manages to crinkle the hospital gown further, pushing it down, hiking it up. If he can't smother him with a full body grind, he'll try to satisfy himself with just his hands. One focuses on friction between his own hardened hands and smooth, tanned skin as the other teases out a sensuous trail with his fingertips.

Greed eases back slowly, inching out of range to see how far he can get those fingers to stretch in seeking him out. From there, he moves down the bed, lower, his hands following, more attention to his hips, lower, lower... And then he folds his arms, leaning against the foot of the bed and gazing up at him casually, leaving him in a state of more than suggestive disarray and no means to make himself decent again.]

Well, like I said, I do got shit to do today...

[Klavier could have predicted this, but it didn't stop him from flirting with temptation anyway it also didn't stop Klavier from curling his fingers in the waistband of Greed's pants for as long as the Homunculus was in his reach. He knew it, but that he wasn't going to bother suppressing a disappointed sigh regardless once Greed dislodged him by stepping out of range.]

It's a convenient excuse, molesting a helpless guy and walking out [Klavier snorts a laugh] but it wasn't a boring visit at all, so thanks.

[Greed's head tilts, looking up at him. He took it better than he expected, which can only mean he isn't nearly sick enough to have completely lost his mind or his pride. That's basically a good thing, probably. It will mean more when he gets him properly excited, then.]

Glad you enjoyed it. Later.

[In this case later is less than ten minutes. It's only as long as it takes him to find a staff member to lead him to an ice machine. It's tempting to find the gift shop and buy a camera while he's out, but the longer he waits, the higher the odds of Klavier hitting a call button and getting someone to redress him or worse, calming down completely. Or getting a nurse to finish what Greed started. But he does realize that hospitals don't tend to actually work like that.]

Heeeeey, guess who's looking a little better already.

[Blame it on the drugs making him so mellow, otherwise he'd probably have a lot more to say on the subject, that's not to say he isn't terribly disappointed that Greed's leaving. He's not sure when a nurse would be in to check on him, though really, they were at his beck and call...he wasn't too keen on being seen like this anyway.

So while Greed was taking a break Klavier was devotedly attempting to readjust himself. Of course the effort makes it impossible for him to calm down, only working him up further. Of course it's frustrating trying to make himself relatively decent and in the process he ended up getting tangled in the sheets.

So when Greed returns--much to the ex-rocker's surprise--it's not Klavier's proudest moment to be found in the crab walk position in an effort to shake himself free of the tangled mess.]

Herr?

[Damn. He knew he should have got the camera.

With a cup of ice in one hand, the other takes a quick frisk up the back of his thigh to his backside while he's got it off the bed like that. While he's no longer lying on them, he may as well give a tug at one or two of the ties, too.]

Fucking a ghost?

I'm not the kind of guy who'd believe in gho- [trying to save face by putting up an agitated front doesn't do much good when Greed's hand is skimming up the underside of his body. If anything it makes him arch off the bed even more until the surprise wears off and his body relaxes, sinking back to the bed.

It's odd, but Klaiver doesn't really suspect anything from the cup Greed has in his hand, not knowing what's in it makes it difficult to draw any conclusions other than the fact that Greed might have gotten thirsty.]

I thought you said you had something to do, I had no idea you were getting a drink. I might have been less productive with my time.

[Now that he has a reactive, squirming body to tend to, he sets the cup aside for the time being, hooking the opposite arm around him and running a cup-chilled hand up his spine. Decidedly much more forward this time around, one knee props up onto the bed to pull himself up. There's no move to help untangle him, at least any more than necessary to have him exposed again.] You think you're that easy to walk away from? [Once Klavier's settled from arching off the bed, Greed moves again, on his hands and knees over him with a look that would give away his plan if not for the fact that he usually looked devious when properly in the mood.] Where's that usual confidence you said you had even at times like these?

A...ah! [Klavier shudders violently against the chill, it's like when you're taking a warm shower and someone decides to sneak into the bathroom and dump a cup of cold water on you. It's shocking and it's also lingering in that the fine hairs on the back of his neck are standing on end.] My confidence is still here, it's just...incredibly confused right now. [With Greed on the bed Klavier leans up as much as his bonds allow him to if it means close contact with the prospects being nothing short of exciting.] Are we playing cat and mouse today, Herr?

Yer not mousy enough for that. [Greed puts his weight on his forearms, fingertips stroking the arch of his back, encouraging him to hold that position. He starts a line of light nips along his collarbone, shifting his weight onto one arm and his knees. It keeps him from grinding down for immediate gratification, but it leaves one hand free to continue pulling at his clothing. Trying to keep Klavier's attention focused near his neck, where sharp teeth graze with the subtle threat of more than a light bruising, his hand sneaks back towards the cup, fingering out an ice cube. Curling it in his fist, the dry back of his knuckles brushes up his leg softly, casually upwards until palming the ice against the apex of his hip and thigh.]

Guess I'll take that as a compliment...[Klavier has plenty of reserves stored up and what he lacks in physical ability he more than makes up for with enthusiasm, so when those fingers stroke the curve of his back he keeps his chest thrown out, his forearms supporting his weight.

Greed's nips and the light pass of teeth against his neck give Klavier the incentive to further distract himself. Once lips come into play it's the green light for the ex-rocker to drop a series of open-mouthed kisses along his companion's forehead and temple, dismissing where the other's hand is going and why. He's even willing to let his body move into Greed's touch when his knuckles draw their way along his leg, completely unsuspecting until he can feel the ice. Unable to help himself the prosecutor lets out a strangled yelp, his hips jerking against the chilly caress, involuntary trembling shaking his body.]

Hey. [The ice cube slides up over his stomach, skirting around his navel.] If yer voice makes one of the nurses come check up on you, what do you figure the odds are on 'em joining in instead of prying me off you?

Are we talking male nurse or female nurse, because I'm good either way [Klavier's voice is strained a bit as he hisses every breath, stomach fluttering under the path of the cube of ice] and...who knows...odds are they'll peek in and walk out...or they'll try to pull you off.

[Guiding the ice with his fingertips, his palm presses down over the wet trail to feel his stomach's movement. The arm supporting himself scoots to better wrap beneath Klavier, feeling every movement.] This's me we're talking about, you know I can go either way. But unlike you, I'm not really into boxing with medics, so maybe it'd be better to keep you quiet... [Nudging the ice just past the plateau of his arch, Greed leaves it to slide down his chest while reaching into the cup again, fishing for a larger piece, then holding it in front of his face.] Say 'Ah!'

[As his body becomes acclimated to the stinging cold of the ice, Klavier is less inclined to jerk and twist and more inclined to arch into the new sensation. It starts having an effect on his body that he can associate with pleasant and almost arousing especially when it's accompanied by Greed's touch, the warmth of his palm and the arm beneath him, the heat radiating from him, acts as a counterpoint to the chills ripping through the ex-rocker] Ah...heh...that was an accident, but having someone charge in here and attempt to pull you off...would definitely kill the mood [even though the piece of ice sliding down his chest is forgotten by Greed, it's hard for Klavier to eject it from his mind as it pools against his stomach dragging a hiss from the prosecutor who is now watching Greed with more interest than before. When the piece of ice is held out in front of him Klavier raises an eyebrow] Do I have to say "ah?" [regardless he leans forward and sucks the tip of the ice-cube between his lips]

((ooc: YO! Is Greed doing anything for that missing possessions virus, because Klavier is an opportunistic bastard!))

[As soon as the ice is in his mouth, Greed gives it a tap, satisfied at getting his way. His hand makes a quick dart down to keep the ice from going much below his stomach; either he's aware there's a limit to a teasing chill and frigid torture on overly sensitive skin, or he wants the latter on his own terms.] Guess they'll get their turn when I'm finished. [Rather than dive right in for the obvious kiss, tongue wrestling for the ice, Greed's nose brushes under his chin, humming with satisfaction while lapping at his throat, feeling every swallow of water and adjustment of his jaw. He guides the ice in his hand over and around his hip. It's a slow path, taking his time leading down his leg and back up, paying attention to the shrinking sliver, assuring there's nothing but the moisture left on Greed's palm by the time it wraps around his shaft.]

((ooc: Haven't decided what he could lose; Klavier have anything he wants? An old vest? A safe with a 200+ year old skull in a burlap sack in it? A bar? Booze? The meat locker? Boxes upon boxes of stolen train cargo? His humanoid robot maid? As hilarious as it would be for Klavier to wake up with each and every member of Greed's motley crew in his bed, that'd require more NPCing than would be remotely practical... ~~Shelly?~~))

[Klavier does make a grateful noise in the back of his throat, though whether it's due to the fact that Greed prevents the stray ice from gliding further into southern territories or due to the piece of ice in his mouth that is oddly refreshing is unknown. It's probably both, but there's no reason to verbalize it, assuming either way his companion would understand.] After you I think I'll be spent...[though fortunately he doesn't dwell too much on such a dismal prospect and having Greed should keep him sated for a while. His mind and body are more invested in immediate activities that force him to squirm and pull against his bonds in a moment of frustration, then relax and let himself be carried away in the next. It's difficult to tell which sensation is more stimulating, Greed's lips against his throat or the hand smoothing the remnants of ice along his leg, both seem to elicit strangled moans from him. These moans quickly escalate into shouts when Greed's hand finds his manhood, his hips jerking in response. For a moment his desire to free himself escalates out of a need to be more proactive than to escape, but Klavier calms himself down again once the shock wears off, realizing response is his only means of conveying and the slow rolling of his hips do this automatically.]

((ooc: 200+ year old skull FTW! It's probably the only excuse Klavier will ever have for having Greed's skull in his possession and I imagine Klavier will want to know why Greed's skull is independent of his body.))

That's not good. [Lick.] You were a lot of trouble for them. [Lick.] You can't deny them a good time with you. [Lick. A leather clad knee moves to press down on his hip, trying and mostly failing to keep him pinned down and take even the freedom to thrust away from him. No matter what Greed may say, he doesn't want to make it easy for Klavier to calm himself down. His tone is low and steady, but his hand is firm and quick, encouraging his actual motive.] So the best thing for you to do is save yer energy, just lay back and let me take care of everything. No grades or performances today. Ain't you lucky?

((ooc: In that case, one fine morning Klavier will have the pleasure of waking up with an unidentified several centuries old decrepit human skull next to him. He may have a hard time figuring out it's Greed's, but if he gets it near him in person, it will help him in such tasks as playing freeze tag with Greed, sending him into a panic, triggering thoughts of suicide to avoid being sealed, inducing uncontrollable spurts of bloody vomit, and 130-140 years of leather bondage! Optional padlock safe for safe keeping, shipping and handling, dead minion and jackass with Klavier's fashion sense not included, void where prohibited.))

[When Klavier feels a few rivulets of water drip down his chin he has to remember to swallow and it's not easy with Greed keeping him amped and his airways feeling restricted. He tilts his head back encouraging himself to swallow and to breathe.] Ah...Herr...I think...they won't mind so much since...it's part of their job...uu...[It's difficult for the ex-rocker to maintain any kind of intelligent conversation for long, his hips are already bucking hard against the other's knee, protesting, even the heels of his feet are digging viciously into the mattress, lifting his body as far off the bed as he can manage through sheer will.] I...I can't...it's easy to say that...but I can't relax...[It's impossible to hold that position or fight with Greed this way as much as he wants to, so his body drops heavily against the mattress again, his breathing coming in short between clenched teeth]

((ooc: Best. Day. Ever. Klavier won't have a clue unless he decides that he's curious enough to sneak into a crime lab to digitally try and reconstruct the face...or Greed has someone check on his old noggin for him. It's such a wonderfully preserved skull.))

[Greed takes his head tilting back as a sign he needs more. Perilously sharp teeth carefully rake beneath his chin, following his jawline back towards his ear and whispering as the pace of his hand picks up.] Your face looks good sucking and swallowing. [From there, he follows a trail of water from his chin towards his mouth, sealing his lips and suckling at remains of the cube, refusing to let it be pushed back at him.]

((ooc: Greed would know it on sight. He'll probably slip and show some signs of panic, but the fact that he could have someone destroy half of the skull he's currently using and have it grow back might make Klavier's detective work harder. Fortunately for Greed, nobody who knows about Homunculus remains has a connection.))

[Whether it's Greed whispering in his ear, what he's saying or the more substantial stroking, Klavier can feel the heat suffusing his face. He's not embarrassed, naturally there's nothing to be embarrassed about, but a combination of mounting pleasure and frustration seems to go straight to his head. By the time their mouth's meet it's instinct for Klavier to attempt to devour the Homunculus, but there's an obstacle in his way, the piece of ice. As long as Greed is forcing it to remain in the ex-rocker's mouth then he has the additional task of swallowing the liquid as it melts and indulging Greed's lips and his tongue. Meanwhile his hips are still thrusting in vain underneath the other's weight inspiring a few frustrated sounds that remained trapped in the back of his throat.]

((ooc: If Greed gives himself away it would certainly make Klavier's job a lot easier, unless Greed does decide to make it difficult on purpose.))

[Frustrated moans are met with an aggressive growl, with a slowing but tightening pace just as his knee moves, giving Klavier a full range of hip motion again. Greed sucks at the ice cube between them, at the other's mouth, feeling it melt away between them, thinning to give way to more direct access and to whatever hint of personal flavor lies beyond. With his leg repositioned, he shifts again, unwrapping the arm around Klavier's back and reaching across himself for the cup of ice again. It's an awkward fumble, distracted by keeping his balance and by the work of his hands and the sensation at his mouth.

Once his arm is in position to support himself again, his hand moves faster again, his legs reposition to press against the inside of his thighs to force Klavier to spread them as much as his position and binding allows. A still warm hand knuckles up his side with the constant threat of the sudden sting of the ice between his fingers.]

((ooc: It's Greed. He makes everything difficult for Klavier on purpose.))

[Despite having full use of his hips again, the tighter and slower rhythm of Greed's hand prevents the prosecutor from thrusting as he pleases. No matter how his hips drive up into the warm channel of his companion's fist, he still cannot make this encounter go as he pleases, having one freedom traded for another restriction. In truth he can handle Greed's control over how much pleasure he's allowed to get out of this, but not being able to use his hands at this point is increasingly agitating. There's no lock or key, just straps and buckles and yet it's impossible for Klavier to escape.

His only means of conveying himself is through the medium of their lips. Once the ice between them is fully shared, removing the obstacle, Klavier's kissing becomes less controlled and more frenzied. It's not quite the same as Greed's messy style, but the lack of control reeks of impatience as sucking on his bedmate's own tongue leads to the ex-rocker trying to nudge his own tongue past the seam of Greed's mouth, nipping at his lips in the vain hope of gaining access.

So distracted by his own eager attempts, Klavier hardly notices Greed's grab for the ice, his legs willingly falling apart when Greed spreads them, his feet hanging over the edge of the hospital bed.]

((ooc: Should have known~))

[True to his name, Greed is insatiable; the impatient, raw, shameless need in the other's unusually frenetic kiss sends a heat through him, taking in that sensation and only wanting to bind and control and overwhelm him more for it. It's hard to focus, between the heat in one hand and a body not quite in full contact with him squirming below. Self control doesn't come easy to him when he has control of everything else.

It isn't until he's held the ice long enough to feel a stream of water slipping through his fingertips that he pulls himself together. Caught up in taking in those limited reactions, Greed's surprised at how hard he's breathing when he draws back from the kiss to simply watch the blond's face, tongue sliding over his own lips to savor the lingering sensation.

Klavier's seen Greed in both forms, but never in the same setting much less the transformation. That other form is something he'd rather keep remote in the ex-rocker's mind. The change of his fingers and his palm to a harder structure is only brief enough to grate and crush the cubes to smaller, uneven shards, cool dust flecking down his skin, small enough to melt on contact.]

((ooc: and as a heads up, I'll be gone until Monday/Tuesday, so if I haven't replied until then, I'm not being lazy or blowing you off!))

[Klavier has never had the distinct pleasure of seeing Greed transformed outside of a picture and information given to him by Envy. That doesn't mean he's any less curious, he's certainly terrifying, but no more than usual and an object of unlimited interest. It's something that a guy like Klavier would want to experience in person, but as with most any aspect of Greed's life, it's just another thing that he's secretive about.

Fortunately, watching Greed through a dizzying haze is enough to distract the ex-rocker from noticing any kind of change taking place, or how a cube of ice could be crushed into tiny flakes. Looking at Greed's face, listening to his breathing, and the overwhelming desire to touch take precedence over anything else happening underneath him. He leans back in to try and capture Greed's mouth again when he feels the chilly granules against his skin.

It's difficult to express how refreshing it is against his flushed skin, but the sensation stops him short of kissing the Homunculus and instead his head drops back against the pillow, his eyes shuttering closed. He's still infuriated by the fact that he can't touch or do much of anything else in terms of participating, but the sensory experience is nothing short of satisfying.] Herr...feels good...

((ooc: I understand, I've been a little slow, but papers and presentations are keeping me on my toes.))

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