"Sion... you're fine, really..." Ling said gently, wrapping his arms around the albino, trying to figure out what to do next, but he had no idea.
"No... you're not." Greed said simply, shaking his head. "I am, you're just... well, self-oriented, unlike Sion. He's one of those selfless types."
"Don't you dare do that." Greed said sharply, then he paused, glancing away. "...I've no right to interfere, though. This is all my fault. Mine and Ling's, and I think he knows that."
Ling sighed a bit, gently rubbing his back. "I get that feeling, in a way." he said softly, wishing he knew how to help.
[Really?]
Greed was stunned for a second, then he fought the urge to smirk as he kissed back, breath catching in his throat. Why is he so d*mn... handsome...?!
"With... Greed and I, it never got this far because we were sharing one form." Ling said, ignoring the feeling in the back of his head that he had said this before.
Greed hesitantly opened his mouth... all right, so he hated being bottom. Still, considering who this was and the urgency with which he moved, he was more then happy to respond, even arching his hips a bit.
Ling smiled a bit, hugging him tightly. "I am sorry." he said softly, then he nodded slightly. "But I won't leave you, all right?"
[Kesese... allow me >:U]
Greed smirked a bit himself, grabbing the other by the shoulders suddenly and rolling both off of the couch, mostly because h seriously did not want to bottom. At the same time, e gently bit Nezumi's tongue, a warning; he wanted him to stop it.
"Good." Ling said quietly, still hugging Sion as he tried-and somewhat failed-to ignore what was going on in the other room.
[I read way too much yaoi xD]
Greed smirked a bit, gently rubbing Nezumi's side. "I hate being the one dominated." he said calmly, then he gave a wicked grin. "And you weren't doing so well... I've had loads more practice." With that the much, much older male pinned him to the floor easily with both his arms and legs, rubbing their thighs together harshly as he did so, and he proceeded to kiss him; not so rough as the other's attempt, sure, but much more passionate.
Ling nodded a bit, not glancing back despite the fact he could tell exactly what was going on now. "Sure, where to?"
Greed was already working off his shirt, and at the same time he was rubbing him all over; he had no need to try and get into his mouth, that one gasp had been enough for him to force entry. Psht, I wonder if he can even keep up...
"This is really cool..."Ling said distractedly, walking over to examine a few bits and pieces that caught his eye.
"You started this." Greed teased, barely winded; this was something he had down well, very well. "Maybe you didn't exactly know who you were dealing with here?"
"I'm not too much of a reader." Ling said absently, already pulling out some pain, a few brushes, and a pieces of canvas-he'd been wanting to pain for so long it ached.
Greed acted like he actually needed time to think on it, then he smiled and nodded. "Of course that's fine with me." he said simply, then he leaned in a bit and swiftly kissed Nezumi's cheek. "And that was the best make-out session I've had in over a hundred years, good job. Do you want to move upstairs, be more comfortable?"
"Where I come from, paining is essential to how we live." Ling said simply, stretching the canvas out on the floor, snagging the black paint, and getting a few brushes. "I would prefer ink, but this works..."
[Personally, I'm so pissed I tried PMing one of the staff, but never mind that.]
Greed glanced at him and smiled a bit, waving it off. "Never mind." he said simply, shaking his head as he moved up the stairs.
Ling glanced up at him and smiled, then back down, adding details to the eyes; the painting was taking more form now... and nobody could doubt it looked like the person he was sitting next to.
[Aww.. <3 my weird headcannon for Ling is that he loves painting the people he loves <3]
"You'll always have some feelings for him, I can see that. After all... he's become a part of you." Greed said simply, sighing a bit as he himself remembered. "You don't just erase people from your soul that easily... even with my memories gone, my friends and their deaths still haunted me."
Ling glanced up again and smiled, nodding a bit. "And so do you." he said without thinking.
"Then we'd be mad together... I've already gone mad." Greed said simply, glancing away and letting go of him, then he stood. "Or you can re-decide what you're doing with your life. After all, that's your choice."
Ling sighed a bit, frowning when he knocked over the paint. "Sorry about that..."
"The paint, I knocked it over." Ling said softly, watching as the red stain of paint spread across his unfinished painting, then he lifted up the container and moved it away.
Greed shifted back just slightly, trying to keep his eyes from going cold. "The one thing I'm not fond of is indecisive people..." he started, trailing off, then somehow he smiled. "Yet I could never be mad at you." he added, then he let Nezumi kiss him, leaning forward again.
"I'll miss you while you're gone." Greed said simply, moving to sit on the bed again. "I likely won't be in the house when you come back... I really am going to open up my bar again, and find some renegades like me."
Ling nodded a bit, distracted as he watched the red. "I... yes, that would be nice, thank you." he finally said, though he felt like he might just cry now.
"You... want me there?" If Greed were sure of what he had heard, then he'd be in shock right now, but he wasn't so certain. "I... if you want me to, I will."
Ling watched him go, smiling just a bit as he started on the painting again.
Ling caught the towel with one hand, working on the painting with the other; he had changed his idea, and was now painting Fu as he had last seen him, bloody and on the ground... dead. "Thank you."
Greed smiled a bit at the thought and nodded. "And perhaps I can see if I really can fly." he added, nodding a bit. "I like this idea..."
"All right... I want to go checking around for people that wouldn't mind setting up a bar with me, so this works for me as well." Greed said simply, laying back next to him.
Ling glanced up and smiled slightly. "I know it's morbid, but... I can't help but remember." he said simply, nodding slightly.
Ling set the finished painting aside-he worked fast, mostly because he worked with three brushes. Now he was working on a painting of LanFan, minus the mask.
"I could help you learn." Greed said absently, not realizing their tech was far ahead of his own.
[Mein Gott, when did I start listening to the Final Fantasy VII Crisis Core soundtrack? O.e]
"Steal one." Greed said simply, shrugging. He glanced up and smirked a bit. "I could, if you really want one."
"LanFan, she was one of my bodyguards. She's... gone too, though." Ling said softly, painting in one of ehr little smiles, adding a bit of a blush to her face; he knew her well, like the back of his hand.
"I thought you would never ask." Greed said lightly, shifting so he was siting on Nezumi's lap. "Now.... what to do first...?" he mused, dragging one hand up the other's leg teasingly.
"I never was interested in her looks, really..." Ling said softly, shaking his head. "I think she loved me, though..."
