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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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[The draft is cause enough for Klavier to attempt to shift onto his side a little bit, or as much as he can manage, though it's woefully unsuccessful so he struggles a little bit, the slight exertion being indicated by the noise of the monitors] Hn...well the sponge baths are a perk I guess, but you wouldn't normally tip a nurse...that sort of thing is already bought and paid for. I haven't really noticed their looks though, some are men and others are women and then you have the occasional gorilla who is incredibly strict.

[Still holding up the sheet, he takes a moment to point with a free hand towards the beeping monitor.] Should I worry about that?

[Klavier stilled, looking at Greed, confused by what he was referring to until he heard the monitor and turned his head] Hn...well one of the symptoms was tachycardia, so they have these electrodes on my chest and I'm hooked up to their heart monitor. I'm not sure if this has anything to do with that.

Should I stop?

I don't know...what are you doing?

[He has to think about that a minute before answering decisively.] Checking you out.

Hm...but you don't seem to be looking at anything...in any case I'm not sure.

You're really un-hot today. But unless this thing gives you a rash, I figured maybe if we just cover yer face... [The blanket is flung over his head.] There might be somethin' I can work with.

It's not...well I told you it's not something I can help today. My looks...and my personality are effected [Klavier makes an indignant sound, followed by a soft intake of air, but the only subtle indicator of his usual excitement is his toes curling against the mattress] Herr?

Here we go! [One hand pushes down on the bed to make it creek and give him the blind feel of another body's weight on the bed with him. It's a lot harder to fake on a small, springless hospital twin mattress than a traditional and properly king-sized bed, unfortunately.]

[Not sure what to expect at the impression of another body in his bed, though it's really only Greed's weight, Klavier shudders, some kind of soft vague sound escaping him as he shifts towards the pressure.]

[Tempting as it is to hop onto the bed with him or straddle him just to play it up a little further, Klavier's mess of wires and the IV have Greed cautious enough to pass. In the next moment, he plucks the bed sheet off of Klavier's face to let him see again.] Iya. It's no good if I don't get your face, after all.

[If anything Klavier can be grateful that the light is dim enough to disguise how flushed he was from such a brief possibility, but it couldn't disuse his uneven breathing of how slightly unraveled he became] Is my face an important factor?

[As long as the patient's face isn't hooked to anything, there's no problem. Riding the high of getting him worked up, it's easy to nab Klavier's chin and loom over him shamelessly.] Incredibly important.

Guess I underestimated how visual you are [Klavier watches Greed through lidded eyes and after a moment he nudges his chin against his companion's hand until he's in a good position to nip Greed's fingers. He's not content to just lay there and be loomed over after all.]

Fn. Pretty cheeky for a guy in your condition. [Since that's one of the few things Klavier can do in his position, Greed keeps his fingers in place, stroking over his lips and trying to prod suggestively.] I'm probably even more physical than I am visual. What're you gonna do if I get worked up, huh?

I might not be all that confident in some things right now, but there are also some things that I'm always pretty certain about [even strapped down Klavier has a strong sense of determination, unwilling to give up his remaining autonomy. So when Greed's finger prods at his lips he admits the digit, sucking leisurely with his eyes closed.

His response to Greed's question is to silently run the back of his hand against his companion's thigh. He might not have a huge range in terms of movement, but Greed is close enough to the bed, what with his looming, for Klavier to touch.]

Even with a guy who don't like you? Or are you just confident I'm that easy? [That fact doesn't keep him from spurring his mouth on. It also provides a handy excuse not to answer, given Greed is more interested in the moist heat and smooth texture than he is in any rationale.

The stroke takes him by surprise, eyes darting down to the bound but still mobile hand. After a few cursory glances at the machines he's hooked to, having no idea what any of them really do, Greed settles for looking at the other's face. Poor health isn't nearly the visual deterrent it should be. The fact that he's alive at all has Greed uncomfortably receptive to bad ideas like this. Anger had him less interested when the ex-rocker was at his best.

He's sure someone should be the responsible party here and cut it off for Klavier's health.

On the other hand... well, on the other hand, he's having his finger fellated, which is a very compelling argument in itself.]

Hng [Sure enough, trying to talk with his mouth occupied was out of the question, but not having to answer Greed's questions made it all worth it. His answer probably wouldn't have had anything to do with either question.

Apart from that he seems to be focused enough on his task that the answer wouldn't matter, he wasn't even really thinking about what was going on around him. After a few passes over Greed's finger, Klavier withdraws, now mouthing his way along the digit and then flicking his tongue against the junction between his companion's index and middle finger.

Fortunately Klavier seems calm enough and he wouldn't deny that this kind of activity was pleasant and leisurely. Even the fingers stroking Greed's thigh seem perfectly at ease.]

[Fingers stretch and spread before passing his mouth to cup the side of Klavier's face. In case he's still feeling orally fixated, Greed generously brushes his thumb over his lips for him to continue working at.

It's a terrible idea, but that doesn't usually stop him. A free hand presses down on his thigh and eases up his hospital gown, hiking it up as far as he can without making Klavier move for it. Only once it's up far enough to be perfectly indecent does he settle for groping the rest of the way up his body on the outside of his clothing. If it seems a little more thorough than a simple frisk, it's because he's mapping out what's hooked in, making sure there's no wire or tube he's missed in the low lighting.

A hand on each shoulder eases down his arms and back up. He may have lost weight, but Greed's not sure if that's an objective fact or an illusion borne of laying bound in a hospital bed. Not as cautious of the electrodes as he is of the IV, he strokes at his torso, debating whether to just shred the gown off and let the staff deal with it when he's good and finished or whether to spare himself the full view of Klavier fresh off the brink of death. As many snide remarks as Greed had about his face, there's a frustrating charm to it. He wonders if he was too good at convincing himself to develop a crying fetish. Just feeling body heat beneath his hands or finding the occasional throb of a pulse is a rush. He's pretty sure that's just plain weird, being excited over nothing more than a warm body with a pulse.

Sex with guys was weird.]

[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?

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