Dirty Hands
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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
4,157
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Mistake
Pairing: Kimblee/Scar
Warning: NC17, NCS (rape) Dark graphic angst, blood, violence
Notes: Based on the brief scene in epi 25, it ate my brain X_X
it seems when I\'m moody Kimblee comes a knocking
I try not to make a habit out of writing NCS but stress will do that, and I don\'t give a rats ... the same goes for the time line and other details or the facts, who needs them? I understand that this is NOT what happened, but \"what if\'s\" are what Fanfiction is all about .
Mistake
Blood disappeared under the fast moving sand, but strips of meat and skin still lay unburied. He should have had the time to bury their remains properly but his survival was paramount. There could be no vengeance without him.
~
\"The last one.\"
The military\'s assassin stood, his shoulders hunched, palms turned up to show the horrified Ishbalen man that he literally held his fate in his hands.
\"If you beg me for your life, I\'ll let you go. \"
The young man who would be known only as Scar by his enemies steadied himself. His hands clenched in frustration. He was larger, stronger but completely helpless. To flee or fight would be instant death. The others didn\'t have notice, they simply burst open. Defenseless and undeserving. This stranger had used alchemy to make it rain blood and flame.
The laughing man circled him, his long hair whipping in the desert wind.
\"Beg me, or, \" he pressed a small blade to Scars trembling side and leaned in to his ear. \"Boom.\" He giggled unexpectedly.
\"Please,\" Scar seethed, biting on each word. \"Let me live.\" All the while thinking, \'So I can kill you later.\'
Kimblee stuck the tip of the knife through Scars tunic. He dragged it slowly down his spine, flaying off the coarse linen with little regard to the flesh under it. The discorded noise of screams and laughter rose while the dust settled. The sand storm ended as suddenly as it began, leaving an erie stillness as if the desert had paused to listen to its son\'s pain.
Kimblee pushed the stained and splattered linen off Scars broad shoulders.
\"They say Ishbalen blood is dirty.\" He jabbed his tongue into the wound.
\"Get your filthy mouth off me!\" Scar threw back his shoulders in protest as Kimblee licked at his back.
Kimblee coated his lips in the thick red blood that was his namesake. \"Crimson,\" He mouthed against the other\'s skin. He clung to the taller man\'s back like a leach. He swallowed what he imagined to be the unattainable taste of someone else\'s fear. It was so good it made his cock jerk.
Scar panicked when he felt Kimblees erection pressed against his ass. His breath came in loud hisses through clenched teeth. Saliva foamed in the corners of his mouth. He doubled over, hands clawing at the others to free himself.
\"Good, it\'s not as much fun if you don\'t fight.\" Kimblee snorted to himself as he plunged a hand down the back of the loose rags that passed as pants. His middle finger slipped down the hot cleft of Scar\'s ass and pressed on the tight ring. He laughed when Scar clenched around his hand. \"That just makes it better you know.\" Then he kicked him in the back of the knees.
\"No!\"
Scar fell to his hands and knees. His fall was broken by something rubbery and warm under his palm. They were human, now reduced to food for the scavengers, the innocent lay all around him . He bared his teeth in a silent scream. He dug into the wet sand as he struggled to crawl away, but the hands holding his hips were a constant reminder that death was just a whim away.
\"Stop. You can\'t!\" Scar cried, his voice desperate. The wind chafed his exposed skin.
Kimblee fell on Scar\'s legs to hold him in place. Adrenaline coursed through his body, pumping up his own excitement until he thought he might explode. The thought amused him. He released his cock and gave it quick swipe with spit covered fingers.
\"Can\'t?\" Kimblee mocked.
He fought with Scar to spread his ass open wide so he could see the small pucker, tight with fear but pulsing as it began to exhaust itself. All he had to do was wait.
\"I can do what ever I want.\"
He pressed his hard cock to Scars tired entrance and pushed.
\"I\'ll let you live tonight because I can.\"
Kimblee wrapped his wiry frame around Scars body, long arms reached under to play with the soft flesh that swung between Scar\'s legs as he thrust into him.
\"I can also make you hard.\" Kimblee teased unkempt nails over Scar\'s sensitive skin. \"I can make you come.\"
\"Stop!\"
Scar fell to his elbows, his head buried in his hands to muffle his cries. The pain was only second to the rage that boiled in his stomach. He felt a hand pulling on his cock. It lessened the pain to relax his body but he didn\'t want to relax. He wanted to resist.
\"No, not that.\"
Why was his body not listening, was his mind really so weak that he could not control his most base functions, or was it something else?
Kimblee could sense the blood flowing to Scar\'s cock before he ever felt it swell in his hands. He held it\'s impressive length, full and heavy in his cruel grasp. \"Normally I don\'t give reach \'rounds but I like you,\" he said sarcastically while speeding up his hand.
Scar couldn\'t keep up the fight, his heart and body were defeated. His sore entrance relaxed allowing Kimblee to fuck him; easier, faster and deeper. He wanted it over with. But he knew now that this man was not going to stop until he got what he wanted- to make him ejaculate on the sand.
Guilty tears stung his eyes and he let out a sob so pitiful it made the winds return to hide it from Kimblee\'s ear. He would not defile the remains of his people, but already the tremors were growing stronger. Each stroke of a hand, each thrust in his ass, made his teeth chatter with excitement and anger. \'What kind of a monster am I?\' There was not a nerve left in his body that he could command and his body convulsed out of control. Cloying pleasure spilled from his body, through Kimblee\'s fingers and onto the sand.
Kimblee rubbed the man\'s slick seed between his fingers.
\"I can do anything I want.\"
Hysteria shook his lithe chest. His mind wallowed in the frenzied memories of death and blood and sex.
\"Ungh.\" With a grunt he emptied himself inside Scar\'s all-too still body.
There wasn\'t much to do after that, which was slightly disappointing for Kimblee. His orgasm itself was nothing special, but they never were. He sat back, rubbing the sand off his cock and thinking about why it never felt the way it was suppose to. Maybe he set his expectations too high or maybe he just wasn\'t capable of happiness? He thought about popping the young Ishbalen, just for the hell of it. Would that satisfy him?
No.
He had a use for this one.
\"Warn them.\" Kimberly griped Scar by the hair. \"Tell them I\'m coming.\"
He slowly straightened cramped legs and zipped up. He stuck his hands in deep pockets and lost in his own thoughts, he casually strolled back to where he\'d come from. He would try again - soon- to find that thing that would sooth the itch. One day it would turn out different, he was convinced of it.
Holding his anger close to him, Scar doubted he would ever feel much else again. He rolled on to his side, knees together, tucked in close to his body. He watched the skinny man walk over the mounds of death he\'d created, so he could remember the Alchemist who made the mistake of letting him live.
\'Warn them\' Scar repeated in his mind. \'I\'ll kill them all.\'
~
Warning: NC17, NCS (rape) Dark graphic angst, blood, violence
Notes: Based on the brief scene in epi 25, it ate my brain X_X
it seems when I\'m moody Kimblee comes a knocking
I try not to make a habit out of writing NCS but stress will do that, and I don\'t give a rats ... the same goes for the time line and other details or the facts, who needs them? I understand that this is NOT what happened, but \"what if\'s\" are what Fanfiction is all about .
Mistake
Blood disappeared under the fast moving sand, but strips of meat and skin still lay unburied. He should have had the time to bury their remains properly but his survival was paramount. There could be no vengeance without him.
~
\"The last one.\"
The military\'s assassin stood, his shoulders hunched, palms turned up to show the horrified Ishbalen man that he literally held his fate in his hands.
\"If you beg me for your life, I\'ll let you go. \"
The young man who would be known only as Scar by his enemies steadied himself. His hands clenched in frustration. He was larger, stronger but completely helpless. To flee or fight would be instant death. The others didn\'t have notice, they simply burst open. Defenseless and undeserving. This stranger had used alchemy to make it rain blood and flame.
The laughing man circled him, his long hair whipping in the desert wind.
\"Beg me, or, \" he pressed a small blade to Scars trembling side and leaned in to his ear. \"Boom.\" He giggled unexpectedly.
\"Please,\" Scar seethed, biting on each word. \"Let me live.\" All the while thinking, \'So I can kill you later.\'
Kimblee stuck the tip of the knife through Scars tunic. He dragged it slowly down his spine, flaying off the coarse linen with little regard to the flesh under it. The discorded noise of screams and laughter rose while the dust settled. The sand storm ended as suddenly as it began, leaving an erie stillness as if the desert had paused to listen to its son\'s pain.
Kimblee pushed the stained and splattered linen off Scars broad shoulders.
\"They say Ishbalen blood is dirty.\" He jabbed his tongue into the wound.
\"Get your filthy mouth off me!\" Scar threw back his shoulders in protest as Kimblee licked at his back.
Kimblee coated his lips in the thick red blood that was his namesake. \"Crimson,\" He mouthed against the other\'s skin. He clung to the taller man\'s back like a leach. He swallowed what he imagined to be the unattainable taste of someone else\'s fear. It was so good it made his cock jerk.
Scar panicked when he felt Kimblees erection pressed against his ass. His breath came in loud hisses through clenched teeth. Saliva foamed in the corners of his mouth. He doubled over, hands clawing at the others to free himself.
\"Good, it\'s not as much fun if you don\'t fight.\" Kimblee snorted to himself as he plunged a hand down the back of the loose rags that passed as pants. His middle finger slipped down the hot cleft of Scar\'s ass and pressed on the tight ring. He laughed when Scar clenched around his hand. \"That just makes it better you know.\" Then he kicked him in the back of the knees.
\"No!\"
Scar fell to his hands and knees. His fall was broken by something rubbery and warm under his palm. They were human, now reduced to food for the scavengers, the innocent lay all around him . He bared his teeth in a silent scream. He dug into the wet sand as he struggled to crawl away, but the hands holding his hips were a constant reminder that death was just a whim away.
\"Stop. You can\'t!\" Scar cried, his voice desperate. The wind chafed his exposed skin.
Kimblee fell on Scar\'s legs to hold him in place. Adrenaline coursed through his body, pumping up his own excitement until he thought he might explode. The thought amused him. He released his cock and gave it quick swipe with spit covered fingers.
\"Can\'t?\" Kimblee mocked.
He fought with Scar to spread his ass open wide so he could see the small pucker, tight with fear but pulsing as it began to exhaust itself. All he had to do was wait.
\"I can do what ever I want.\"
He pressed his hard cock to Scars tired entrance and pushed.
\"I\'ll let you live tonight because I can.\"
Kimblee wrapped his wiry frame around Scars body, long arms reached under to play with the soft flesh that swung between Scar\'s legs as he thrust into him.
\"I can also make you hard.\" Kimblee teased unkempt nails over Scar\'s sensitive skin. \"I can make you come.\"
\"Stop!\"
Scar fell to his elbows, his head buried in his hands to muffle his cries. The pain was only second to the rage that boiled in his stomach. He felt a hand pulling on his cock. It lessened the pain to relax his body but he didn\'t want to relax. He wanted to resist.
\"No, not that.\"
Why was his body not listening, was his mind really so weak that he could not control his most base functions, or was it something else?
Kimblee could sense the blood flowing to Scar\'s cock before he ever felt it swell in his hands. He held it\'s impressive length, full and heavy in his cruel grasp. \"Normally I don\'t give reach \'rounds but I like you,\" he said sarcastically while speeding up his hand.
Scar couldn\'t keep up the fight, his heart and body were defeated. His sore entrance relaxed allowing Kimblee to fuck him; easier, faster and deeper. He wanted it over with. But he knew now that this man was not going to stop until he got what he wanted- to make him ejaculate on the sand.
Guilty tears stung his eyes and he let out a sob so pitiful it made the winds return to hide it from Kimblee\'s ear. He would not defile the remains of his people, but already the tremors were growing stronger. Each stroke of a hand, each thrust in his ass, made his teeth chatter with excitement and anger. \'What kind of a monster am I?\' There was not a nerve left in his body that he could command and his body convulsed out of control. Cloying pleasure spilled from his body, through Kimblee\'s fingers and onto the sand.
Kimblee rubbed the man\'s slick seed between his fingers.
\"I can do anything I want.\"
Hysteria shook his lithe chest. His mind wallowed in the frenzied memories of death and blood and sex.
\"Ungh.\" With a grunt he emptied himself inside Scar\'s all-too still body.
There wasn\'t much to do after that, which was slightly disappointing for Kimblee. His orgasm itself was nothing special, but they never were. He sat back, rubbing the sand off his cock and thinking about why it never felt the way it was suppose to. Maybe he set his expectations too high or maybe he just wasn\'t capable of happiness? He thought about popping the young Ishbalen, just for the hell of it. Would that satisfy him?
No.
He had a use for this one.
\"Warn them.\" Kimberly griped Scar by the hair. \"Tell them I\'m coming.\"
He slowly straightened cramped legs and zipped up. He stuck his hands in deep pockets and lost in his own thoughts, he casually strolled back to where he\'d come from. He would try again - soon- to find that thing that would sooth the itch. One day it would turn out different, he was convinced of it.
Holding his anger close to him, Scar doubted he would ever feel much else again. He rolled on to his side, knees together, tucked in close to his body. He watched the skinny man walk over the mounds of death he\'d created, so he could remember the Alchemist who made the mistake of letting him live.
\'Warn them\' Scar repeated in his mind. \'I\'ll kill them all.\'
~