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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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[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.))

[Closed eyes miss the satisfied smirk Greed gives, watching Klavier's head lull back with a satisfied expression. Streaking the moisture down feverish skin, his hand is still cold when it hooks beneath the ex-rocker's knee, trying to bend it up as much as his bound position allows.

Sitting back between his legs, far out of kissing range, narrowed violet eyes watch his fingers, his limbs, his entire body as both hands work him over. Waiting until he's sure the opposite hand is warm enough, he switches his grip on Klavier's cock, working the other hand down over his sac. Any uncertainty is easy to hide with the steady stroke of his hand, with the satisfied confidence set in place by the other man's reactions. It's all the same male anatomy; there's nothing to get too worked up about. Keeping that in mind, fingers prod at the unfamiliar space between his length and his entrance. It always made him react, at least. What better time to get revenge?]

((ooc: not a problem in the slightest. They put your nose to the grindstone from the start of the semester, it sounds like. ))

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