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[When the feed cuts on there are a few things so incredibly obvious about the scene that anyone familiar with Klavier would know instantly that this was not typical:

A. He has no idea he's being recorded...well this is pretty normal...but his enduring lack of awareness is not.

B. He is in his office and he seems to be working diligently. When has he ever been shown in his office working harder than he plays?

C. Judging by the mountain of paper work and his unkempt, unpolished, devil-may-care appearance he appears to have been here for a while.

And

D. The look on his face suggests he's in a very bad mood on this very fine day.

Which doesn't help when his secretary comes in to check his pulse, thus disturbing the furious flow of his work. And the community is treated to the following interaction:]

What are you doing?

I wanted to make sure you were alive...you've holed yourself up and you haven't come out for hours. Aren't you hungry? Tired?

I'm neither, now leave me, I'm busy.

Clearly something is bothering you, you're more dedicated to your paper work than normal. Won't you trust me and tell me what it is?

I've learned a valuable lesson about naiveté and trust and that it's okay to trust people up till and except when evidence to the contrary proves you're mistaken. Then you're just being gullible.

Anything I can help with?

No, please leave.

But I'm really concerned about you.

I don't need you to be, now leave me alone.

But Mr. Gavin-

[The usually tolerant Klavier brings his fist down hard against the table he's working at sending some papers and a few unstable items flying off while startling his secretary. For a moment his expression is a bit unhinged and vaguely reminiscent of another Gavin.]

Oh!

I said get out!

Yes...you're right...I apologize...

[And soon enough Klavier is alone again in his office and though he seems calm his mood hasn't changed.]

Damn...

[ooc: Normal text is Klavier, italics belong to his secretary.]

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[Unfortunately Klavier's shtick is trying to make sense of the insensible and presently he's trying to thread together sleeping with Issei, to Greed's dismissal of him the evening before, to his strange frustration now. The ex-rocker wasn't sure if he had really done something wrong, despite being the one who felt wronged in the first place, or if this was Greed being whimsical. Certainly there were some far fetched answers, but they seemed unlikely to Klavier as they were counterintuitive to things his companion has said in the past. Well, the first thing that came to mind was that Issei was Greed's Issei and Klavier was Greed's Klavier and the two should not mix. It would explain the possessiveness, but it wouldn't explain the repetition of "you're not mine" and "I don't want you" that came from the Homunculus. Unless Greed was lying, but that also couldn't be the case because he didn't lie, so as much as it hurt his brain to think about it he was back at point zero.

Or rather he was flat on his back, unexpectedly, against the table with Greed looking down at him in his temper. The attorney can't figure out why he's so intent on having eye-contact. The situation has such an intensity about it that he's finding it almost difficult to maintain that contact. It's a cross between anxiety and anticipation, with his chest feeling tight and his breathing coming in just as short as it had been while he was kissing Greed. He could also feel his heart hammering away in his chest, wondering idly if it would break his ribs. Clearly he wants to say something and he opens his mouth to try...but the words get caught right there and he finds himself at a loss for what to say. That's when the eye-contact breaks, drifting to the side to find a clue, but there's nothing in the scattered mess on his desk, the wall of guitars, the large screens glaring down at him, or in the floor-to-ceiling picture windows overlooking the city.]

[Unsure what to expect when he sees the other's lips part for what looks like more than a breath, tension and relief's contrast surges when nothing comes of it. Whatever was going to be said doesn't have to be dealt with, but there's still something there.

Pressed firmly against his chest, Greed's hand feels his heartbeat; was he always this worked up before a slightly rough round? He doesn't have it in him to tell the other to relax or to try to soothe him. His touch moves up his collarbone, tempted to grab his face and demand the other look at him, damn it; but there's no special reason for that, is there? No important one, anyway. Instead, his hand pushes the opened shirt down Klavier's shoulder. The hand on the desk above his shoulder slips beneath the blonde's neck, fingertips teasing his hairline as his weight sinks onto his forearm. His tongue laps up the line of a tendon in his neck before his lips find a hammering pulse and attack it as fiercely as he did his lips.

Once the shirt is pushed as far down on one side as he can make it go with its wearer pinned on his back, Greed's hand rakes down his side, getting faster, slowly giving in to the urge to be quick and possessive rather than methodical and exacting. He still resists the urge to go right for his pants, slipping behind him and fingering the line of his spine towards the small of his back, encouraging him to lift his hips as his own weight sinks down between his spread legs.]

Hnng...[Fortunately Klavier's attention is easily grabbed again by those teasing fingers and the aggressive attention to his neck that the ex-rocker believes is intentional. Of course, now he can't see Greed's face, but he's watching him through half-lidded eyes. Whatever conflict decided to burrow in that nagging part of his brain, was quieted for the time being. He couldn't figure the other man out anyway, not with this deliberate distraction and Greed's talent for being perpetually unhelpful when it came to answering his questions.

It doesn't help that he's starting to feel pretty good which is not what the attorney was expecting from this little visit at all. What made it worse was the fact that the ex-rocker was still a slave to his desires and that created and even greater mental block, so now thinking was entirely out of the question. He's fairly quick to respond, moaning low in his throat and writhing when Greed's hand claws down his side. Klavier also finds himself surprisingly compliant when it comes to having his already wrinkled shirt brushed aside, arching forward without prompting so his companion's fingers can trace the line of his spine. Even his hips flexing forward on Greed's demand was done voluntary.

In the back of his mind Klavier knew he was being indulgent to some extent, but it doesn't stop his hips from rubbing up against Greed's. Even when he does get angry he can't stay angry, it's hard when you feel good, admittedly, so the attorney will simply think what he wants too. It pleases him greatly to secretly believe that the Homunculus was feeling lonely by his neglect. Probably not the case at all, but it shines a more appealing light on Greed's anger. Still cautious, however, Klavier drops a row of light kisses to Greed's forehead and temple, wherever his lips can reach. One leg wraps itself around Greed, though whether it's out of some kind of surrender or just because, Klavier's sudden change is also difficult to analyze.]

[This is an answer, in his book. A kiss doesn’t have to mean anything but words have too many meanings lost between people, between them especially. He’s always been rough. He’s always left a signature of bruises along the other’s body, and he’s always been on that edge of ravenous and attentive; teeth and nails don’t break the skin, no matter how eager his mouth is. So today it won’t mean anything either. He’s not naïve enough to mistake receptiveness for understanding, but light kisses feel good in themselves. Even if it’s just stress relief, feeling the limber body arch in his hands is a rush.

He still doesn’t attribute Klavier’s initial mood to anything he did; the information is there, knowing the time he came in, that his mood was just fine the night before at least before they talked, but he can’t make the connection. His unwelcome presence after a fight is just icing on some other cake. But he wanted in on it. Helpful or hurtful, he wanted in on anything that mattered enough to get Klavier worked up enough to lose his cool. To Greed, an emotional reaction with no time to think is an honest one.

So sex at a time like this is dangerous, emotionally charged. By somebody else, but that’s fine. He’ll take it. He’s the greediest, after all. As he shifts his weight back onto his feet and off of his arm, his hand runs down the blonde’s other side, both on his waistline and giving his pants a sharp tug, seeing if he can make them come down without undoing them, hoping to watch the attorney squirm and thrash on top of his own desk to help him strip him down, while he’s being so cooperative.]

[When Greed rights himself again, relieving the attorney of his weight, Klavier finds himself with a moment of reprieve. This is, naturally, right before the other man starts tugging on his pants uselessly. Unfortunately the ex-rocker's pants fit him like a glove, so the most the Homunculus is able to accomplish is yanking them down to Klavier's pelvis. This does inspire some squirming though it has more to do with discomfort than anything else.

So without further ado Klavier pushes himself up onto his elbow before levering himself onto his feet, making enough space for himself between the table and Greed to work the fastenings of his pants loose. Though it does give him some time to ponder what this is really about. While Greed seems aggressive in his attentions, the prosecutor has a feeling that this is more of an outlet than anything else and if Klavier was anyone else he'd probably have a fist in his face instead. So he's not as quick to push his pants down his legs as he might have been if that thought hadn't occurred to him.

Still not fully meeting Greed's eyes Klavier makes a go at it, another attempt to get at what's really going on before the day becomes even more sinister.] You're not here entirely for sex are you? Something tells me that you don't get that it's you I'm upset with. And I don't get it because you also treated me like shit before, because you had the knowledge that Issei and I slept together. What are you playing at? Tell me that much before I lose my nerve--you make it difficult for me to not want to think about you and just ignore you.

[With the fastenings undone and Klavier frustratingly hesitant, Greed sees little choice but to help him work his pants down, hands dipping inside to his hips and hooking his thumbs on the waistband.] That's bullshit. I didn't do shit for you not to trust me over. You're the one who said you two didn't do shit... [Up his sides to his shoulders, Greed take advantage of the opportunity to help him get his shirt off, then hesitating with the initial urge to shove him back down on the desk again.

Fingers drum on his arms, feeling his own mood fade fast with conversation. He can look Klavier in the face, assured that it's the one way to continue avoiding eye contact. So this is his fault. What does that change? He can't apologize. If anything, he's sure he's too quick to hop into bed with someone he's angry with, particularly when it means something on his end. A punch in the face would probably convey meaning a hundred times more clearly, but the question he was pressed with was why he was here.

His tongue clicks as he takes a step back, lifting his hands off of the other man and holding them up in defeat.]

This ain't gonna work at all.

[He's already looking Klavier over with regret; he could have probably kept going and made them both a lot happier than any conversation would.]

I shouldn't have to say this, but who all you wanna fuck's normally just fine with me. Shit! If you're fucking him, it saves me the trouble of having to sell him out to you 'n having to pimp you out to him if yer still that hot to have a go at his ass! You know what you're getting into, and since it's not my fault, I can go ahead 'n do my job without being a hypocrite for settin' you two up once it goes wrong!

With that out of the way, settin' you up with anyone oughtta be a snap! [His arms spread out in a grand gesture, indicating the world at large just opened up. He can guess from the angle of the initial video which computer was initially filming him, he turns to motion to it.] Blowing 'em off's no good. You're good looking like this, but most of 'em won't get through yer hard-to-get stint to make you feel good 'till they've had you once 'n figure they got a little bit of a green light for this kinda thing. That goes for the in-bed kinda feel good and the other kind.

We didn't do shit until just recently and that's only because he felt like crap. My intention was to introduce him to a little luxury, but who knew he'd get turned on by a scalp massage. I'm not cruel, but I didn't figure he'd end up telling you about it either.

[And the ex-rocker pulls his pants back up and gives buttoning his shirt the least amount of effort it deserves. Then he steps to the side and out from being pinned in between Greed and the table making it easier, for him at least, to move around.]

The only one here who's full of more bullshit than me has to be you. The guy who got pissed off over a kiss and the guy who said he was done with me last night and dismissed me. Now you're ready to be my pimp? Well you're just full of piss and vinegar right now aren't you?

Shit! What did I think you'd come here for?!

[And he drops into his seat behind his desk again, of course now it's going to be harder to concentrate, but he's a determined kind of guy and he'll give it his best effort.]

So...now that that's that and I'm busy.

[Recent. That possibility hadn't occurred to him. So, it's possible to have happened and for him not to have lied.

He's still not exactly thrilled about it, and rage doesn't cool so instantaneously, but it's enough for him to take a few steps back in order to let the other go more easily. The assumed lie was the most insufferable part for now; the monk wasn't hurt. Yet.

They'd gone over his concerns for the monk on those grounds. He doesn't think much of people who have casual sex; for now, he can declare he only hates the behavior in Greed, but that it's somehow different in others. For now, he can declare he'd only believe being called easy from anybody else, like his own self-image doesn't play a part. Greed likes easy; its counterpart is complex and difficult. But the fact remains that that monk said one of the benefits of having the attorney was that he'd do it without it meaning anything. What about if that becomes a behavior he scorns more openly again, in more people than in just Greed and himself? There's another frustration that boils up to take the place of fading anger at a lie that wasn't, but Klavier Gavin's a big boy, and he doesn't need somebody getting angry at hormonal, judgmental kids for his sake.

First thing's first. The chair is pulled away from the desk, at least out of arm's reach.]

That's right, I'm ready to be yer pimp. If I can't satisfy you, I'll get you anyone who'll do the trick. No matter how much of a bad idea it is. I'll even handle the After Service.

I didn't do it with Issei because you're not satisfying, your standards are different. I like having sex with you, enjoy it, it's always a good time, but you have to at least be interested in it too. So I don't need you to be my pimp, just be cheap and easy and fun like you always are.

[And after several moments of drumming his fingers against the arm of the chair, Klavier continues the conversation.]

What bothers me is being someone else's regret. Since you have a hard time telling me things I have to go search for the answers myself and when it occurred to me that your behavior had something to do with Issei I looked it up myself. I don't like the fact that Issei told you that we had sex, especially after deeming it necessary not to discuss it in the very same conversation. I can't really blame him for that though since I didn't set the boundaries myself, I only trusted his discretion. It also bothers me that sex with him because I've had sex with you makes him ill. Then that conversation you and I had bothered me, you want to know, it really pissed me off! And it still gets me that you called me a 'lying piece of shit,' you dismissed me, and all the while you were having this normal conversation with Issei...you couldn't tell me that you had a problem to my face. So you waved me off like fart.

You see why I feel hurt? It's much better when people say things to me directly. I don't like having to look for the truth since you're supposed to be one of the few people I know with the capacity to be honest with me.

Of course it ain't about me not satisfying someone. [There’s a snort at that; lack of self confidence, particularly in that area, has nothing to do with it.] But you ‘n me ain’t the sort to be satisfied with one flavor all the time. Hell, I’m pretty vanilla to you. [A beat, a satisfied smirk as he digs out yet another cigarette. He's still not at ease enough not to feel the need to finish off the pack, no matter how calm he plays it off as.] Damn good vanilla.

So the problem’s that I know about it. Heh… [Lighting up, he takes a seat on the desk, stretching a leg out to prop his foot on the other’s chair.] But, why the hell should I be pissed off at him, huh? It’s a little weird bein’ one asshole away from his, but he’s just lookin’ for an easy fun time. Can’t tell him you ain’t good for that. The one who’s gonna end up regrettin’ it’s him.

I don’t wanna hear complaints about lookin’ for the truth from the guy pissed off at a Holy Man for spillin’ his “secret.”

You still don't get it? Or maybe you're just refusing to understand on purpose. It's not that you know about it, it's not that he spilled any kind of secret. And for the record there's no reason why you should be pissed off at me either! You're missing a deeper principle here.

[And suddenly it feels more tasteful to stand, so he lets Greed use the chair as a foot rest, leaning against the reinforced glass case with his guitars proudly on display felt like the place to be. He was having a difficult time with Greed's presence.]

I don't care if he told you about it, I am a little sore that he told you while at the same time telling me not to talk about such things. I figure if you're going to find out about something you might as well get it from my own mouth so you'd have a reason to be pissed off about it a me directly. Instead of making an idiot of myself and not realizing you're pissed off when you are. You sure made a fool of me, didn't you?

[He's positive Greed isn't going to get it so he scrubs his face with his hand and shakes his head.]

Listen, I'd just really like to get back to what I was doing. You don't want to understand why I'm upset, you just want to turn it back on me. I'm not interested, so can I do the alone thing now?

[Greed’s eyes follow him across the room, scooting the chair closer for use as a footrest. He did call him a liar without anything concrete; he didn’t think of the possibility of Klavier still pursuing him after that date. He’s not exactly of a mind to apologize, he still feels slighted; but he supposes he owes him something. A straight forward answer should square it out… even if straightforward is by his own definition That should at least earn him the right to stick around for a while.] Even if I get it, he’s mine. So even when he’s wrong, I’ll take his side. You can’t expect a guy as [rather than actually fish for a specific word, he makes a vague gesture with his cigarette, whirling it around. His fall back of “fucked up” decidedly doesn’t cover it well enough.] as him to be too consistent. Especially about somethin’ like that. Kid’s got issues. So I didn’t want you doing him. That’s old news.

I figured you knew why I was pissed. You got his name out of it. Or did you want me just sayin’ in public “you nailed him”?

'Take his side?' [Klavier pulls a face at that, not a pleasant one either, almost as if Greed forcibly shoved a whole lemon into his mouth. It was a sour expression and a bitter expression at the same time.] So taking his side means dumping on me and giving me grief, aren't you in the wrong place right now then? You should be at his side, right? If you're going to take someone's side you should be by their side. And I didn't do him, he did me if that helps you in your cause.

And what the hell are you saying 'got his name,' you think I'm some kind of teenager with this score book who carves little notches into his bedpost?

The kid can’t stand me, he wouldn’t want me nowhere near him. [Greed waves off he suggestion with just that.] He’d be pissed at you, too, if he knew you suggested I go bug him in person… [The smile fades; Klavier’s decidedly not in the mood for humor. Or so he thought. Once there’s an implication of Issei topping, he snorts out a laugh hard enough to almost drop his cigarette.] Fff…pkh… [But that’s so impossible even as a joke that he decides what was really meant was that Issei was the lucky one who had the pleasure of seducing him. Clearly. Between Klavier being an egomaniac and Issei topping, which was more likely was obvious. Next topic.]

I meant you got his name out of the conversation. So you knew what I was mad about. How many things can you do with him to piss me off?

Oh? I can't imagine...[It comes out dully, almost as if he's not really surprised at all by this, but that cool demeanor is instantly shatter when Greed snorts. Klavier becomes ruffled by this, seeing nothing particularly amusing about his position.]...So he topped? You can't really think that's anything amusing...

Yeah something clicked when you started talking about religion and being the 'Monk's manager' and that was only after I called you an uppity jackass. As for your question, who knows, next time I'll ask him if he wants to do it hanging from a chandelier, though rest assured, I don't think that'll happen.

[So wait, Issei actually…

Give him time. That’s going to take a minute. He may not actually hear the rest of it, beyond distantly comprehending something about a chandelier. His head shakes, slumping forward, arms on his knees, considering the other silently.]

Do it however he wants. It don’t matter anymore.

I kind of figured your attitude would change once you found out that he was the one on top. So why doesn't it matter anymore?

[And Klavier gives Greed the sidelong glance look, curious about this change in attitude.]

It wasn't even supposed to be a sex thing at all, it was supposed to be a make him feel sexy thing. More importantly you're not normal today.

It’s got nothin’ to do with who’s on top or what it was supposed to be or whatever. Since yer already doin’ it, it don’t matter how as long as you keep him happy. If you stopped, that’d be a bigger problem. Yer his now. You don't wanna be no one's regret, right?

I didn't make any kind of commitment and he's the one who feels ill because this body has been used by you anyway. What would be my motivation for continuing something that only hurts my pride and my feelings. And more importantly I'm not his...so why are you making that face?

Just make yer motivation to avoid pain, then. I told you what'd happen if you hurt him. [He frowns, trying to think of what kind of face he was making just seconds ago. He was sure he was smirking the same as ever. He goes through a few "testing" expressions awkwardly before his own thoughts distract him onto a new realization.]

You really don't know why I'm here, do you?

Then you might as well go ahead and hit me, because you seem to be very mistaken about something here anyway. Though I don't have any intention of hurting him I don't have any obligations either. [Klavier just continues to watch Greed, even though ha's not getting it right, witnessing him pulling faces is moderately interesting for a few seconds.]

I don't, I thought I said this.

Yer just bein' contrary. You're the one who don't wanna be a regret. So, keep him happy, and then just take yer broken face when he goes and makes himself unhappy anyway. Or don't you wanna make a bed-buddy happy? It's that generous-y charity thing you love frontin' so much. No one's gotta know I'm holdin' you to it. Most Nice deeds got a shadow like that behind 'em.

When I say regret, I mean I don't want him to feel ill when we have sex because he considers me to be tainted, because that's not how I see it. I don't want to be seen that way and I don't want to feel that way either. I'd also rather take that punch right now than make a deal with the devil. I insist on doing it because I want to, like I insist on having sex with you only if you want to. You didn't want to and I knew it so I stopped it.

Now you were going to tell me why you really came here?

[Instantly, his face is harsh again, hands clenching into a fist; the desire to hit something, someone, is near palpable as he mentions being tainted and ill. The cherry at the end glows as he takes in a slow, deep berath, holding it to feel the burn for a few seconds to calm down; when he exhales, he takes the butt out and jams it down on the desk, twisting it out and kicking the chair away.]

Didn't want to... eh? [That notion makes no sense. He's wanted to since the flight in December. He's wanted to since an impromptu strip-show meant to freak him out--which it did, but that's par for the course with any roll with the ex-rocker. He's weird.]

[Of course Klavier wasn't saying that sleeping with Greed had tainted him, but when Issei felt ill over the fact that the ex-rocker had slept with Greed it made the attorney feel that's what was being implied. He didn't like that feeling because he enjoyed sex, he was responsible with it despite what anyone else might think. He enjoyed having fun with it and thought sex was healthy, so seeing their conversation had gotten to the ex-rocker like that. He was definitely a lover.]

Didn't you have another reason for coming here? [Klavier said a little distantly because he was busy watching a fax come through the machine. More work.] It felt like there was something else on your mind.

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