Dirty Hands
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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
4,160
Reviews:
7
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0
Currently Reading:
0
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Kept Man
I want to say I meant for the writing style to be minimal but the only thing minimal was my effort. Just a drabble but I liked how quick and dirty it was.
Author: Boof
Title: Kept Man
Fandom: Full Metal Alchemist
Paring: ArcherxKimblee
Rating NC17
Disclaimer: I do not make claim to Full Metal Alchemist . No Profit , No harm.
A slow moving hand under his chin brings his eyes up to meet Archer\'s direct stare. Eyes so much like ice he can practically see through them. They hide nothing.
The other hand on his thigh moves up just a little closer and squeezes just a little tighter around the muscle.
Archer wants one thing and takes it. Who is that confident? It makes even a mad man curious.
Somethings not right about this guy.
For one thing he doesn\'t know Archer from a hole in the wall. The only thing he recognizes is the uniform.
\"I can give you what you want, Crimson Alchemist.\"
Archer seems to know him which is even stranger. Why would anyone who knew him get within striking distance?
Nobody\'s perfect.
\"I\'m listening.\" Says Kimblee.
Their faces are close. He likes it this way. He can feel his breath but he can\'t smell it. It makes him wonder if Archers lips have a taste or if they are are as sterilized as the rest of the man seems to be.
Maybe some people are perfect.
\"You wish you could come back. You want someone to be on your side.\"
Archers hands play lightly over the crease of his thigh. A thumb brushes just below his zipper.
He smiles.
\"Looks like you\'ve got me by the balls.\"
His ribs rise slightly with a deep breath that widens his eyes. He tightens his fingers around Archers lapel. It\'s almost an embrace. It\'s hard to tell who is possessing who.
\"You miss the uniform. You miss the power.\"
He hears the quick zip, which begs the question- \"What\'s the catch?\"
Large fingers draw out his cock.
\"There is just one thing you have to do.\"
He doesn\'t mind Archers hands stroking him to an erection. It feels good.
Nothing wrong with feeling good.
\"Let me guess. Anything you want. Right?\"
He rests his chin on archers shoulder. He can see the people watching them on the street. It\'s dark, but not dark enough.
Archers voice is just above a whisper. They have to be discreet. They have to hide it. He likes that no one else can see what he can feel.
\"That\'s correct soldier.\"
Archer\'s thumb circles the head of his cock.
\"Soldier?\"
\"My soldier. I want you in my private arsenal.\"
He screws his eyes shut.
\"Oh\"
Fast strokes surprise him but he\'s getting off on the secret. So he keeps as quiet as he can.
\"You need me.\"
He knows it.
\"nugh\"
Archer moves quickly to place something over his cock.
\"I\'ll take care of you.\"
He shakes for a moment, digging his fingers into Archers arms. It\'s quick and intense.
\"Kiss me.\" Archer\'s lips are firm over his. Maybe this seals the deal. A Kiss in lieu of a hand shake when hands are too busy or full of cum to shake on it.
He slumps back against the wall, his hips jut out from the wall because his tired cock is still in Archer\'s grasp.
\"Are you some kind of pervert?\"
There was nothing in Archer\'s eyes, or kiss, or pants to tell him that this man has enjoyed himself at all. No, Archer is not the pervert.
That just leaves him then.
He looks down to watch Archer cleaning him off with the dirty handkerchief. Then the man puts his cock back where he got it from, like a toy. He doesn\'t try to help nor does he resist.
They have an understanding.
\"Lets see about getting you some new clothes.\"
Archer leads.
\"And a hair cut.\"
He follows.
\"I just had a hair cut.\"
Author: Boof
Title: Kept Man
Fandom: Full Metal Alchemist
Paring: ArcherxKimblee
Rating NC17
Disclaimer: I do not make claim to Full Metal Alchemist . No Profit , No harm.
A slow moving hand under his chin brings his eyes up to meet Archer\'s direct stare. Eyes so much like ice he can practically see through them. They hide nothing.
The other hand on his thigh moves up just a little closer and squeezes just a little tighter around the muscle.
Archer wants one thing and takes it. Who is that confident? It makes even a mad man curious.
Somethings not right about this guy.
For one thing he doesn\'t know Archer from a hole in the wall. The only thing he recognizes is the uniform.
\"I can give you what you want, Crimson Alchemist.\"
Archer seems to know him which is even stranger. Why would anyone who knew him get within striking distance?
Nobody\'s perfect.
\"I\'m listening.\" Says Kimblee.
Their faces are close. He likes it this way. He can feel his breath but he can\'t smell it. It makes him wonder if Archers lips have a taste or if they are are as sterilized as the rest of the man seems to be.
Maybe some people are perfect.
\"You wish you could come back. You want someone to be on your side.\"
Archers hands play lightly over the crease of his thigh. A thumb brushes just below his zipper.
He smiles.
\"Looks like you\'ve got me by the balls.\"
His ribs rise slightly with a deep breath that widens his eyes. He tightens his fingers around Archers lapel. It\'s almost an embrace. It\'s hard to tell who is possessing who.
\"You miss the uniform. You miss the power.\"
He hears the quick zip, which begs the question- \"What\'s the catch?\"
Large fingers draw out his cock.
\"There is just one thing you have to do.\"
He doesn\'t mind Archers hands stroking him to an erection. It feels good.
Nothing wrong with feeling good.
\"Let me guess. Anything you want. Right?\"
He rests his chin on archers shoulder. He can see the people watching them on the street. It\'s dark, but not dark enough.
Archers voice is just above a whisper. They have to be discreet. They have to hide it. He likes that no one else can see what he can feel.
\"That\'s correct soldier.\"
Archer\'s thumb circles the head of his cock.
\"Soldier?\"
\"My soldier. I want you in my private arsenal.\"
He screws his eyes shut.
\"Oh\"
Fast strokes surprise him but he\'s getting off on the secret. So he keeps as quiet as he can.
\"You need me.\"
He knows it.
\"nugh\"
Archer moves quickly to place something over his cock.
\"I\'ll take care of you.\"
He shakes for a moment, digging his fingers into Archers arms. It\'s quick and intense.
\"Kiss me.\" Archer\'s lips are firm over his. Maybe this seals the deal. A Kiss in lieu of a hand shake when hands are too busy or full of cum to shake on it.
He slumps back against the wall, his hips jut out from the wall because his tired cock is still in Archer\'s grasp.
\"Are you some kind of pervert?\"
There was nothing in Archer\'s eyes, or kiss, or pants to tell him that this man has enjoyed himself at all. No, Archer is not the pervert.
That just leaves him then.
He looks down to watch Archer cleaning him off with the dirty handkerchief. Then the man puts his cock back where he got it from, like a toy. He doesn\'t try to help nor does he resist.
They have an understanding.
\"Lets see about getting you some new clothes.\"
Archer leads.
\"And a hair cut.\"
He follows.
\"I just had a hair cut.\"