Drabbles from a warped mind.
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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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17
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2,246
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9
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Three little words
Title: Three little words
Pairing/Characters: Fuery/Armstrong 0.o
Rating: NC 17
Warning: Crack, Anal, Eyewash and brainwash needed!! OOC (well obviously)
Words: 1195
A.N: The muse just wouldn’t let this one go; no matter what I tried I just had to write it. To all those who will soon need therapy, I’m so sorry but you are being warned, this is your last chance to turn back XD Before you ask, yes that is the right way round, no I didn’t accidentally switch them and yes I am insane. Can any of you guess those three words?? I would say enjoy but… Oh, and don’t ask me how I can turn what is supposed to be crack into angst, I really don’t know, it just seems to…happen.
'It’s funny how things turn out', he thought as he slid smoothly into the willing body knelt before him, making the other man cry out as he managed to hit that one spot that always got him begging for more.
If you had asked him a month ago what he would be doing now, or more to the point who he would be doing now, there is no way the actual answer would have been anything he could have even dreamt up. When people saw him they all automatically assumed that he was quiet and mild in every aspect of his life but when it came to love and sex, he tended to become more dominant and aggressive.
It wasn’t even a conscious thing, it just sort of happened. Whenever he would meet someone he always just took the lead and it had cost him more than a few relationships. Havoc had been the hardest blow for him, he had loved the blond so much but the smoker just couldn’t take ‘being less of a man’ as he had put it. Being on the receiving end of things just wasn’t Havoc’s thing and when he had revealed that bit of information right before waving goodbye and jogging off to chase the first short skirt he could it had damaged him somehow.
That one blow, that one set back had caused him to stop even trying to find someone and he had decided there and then to lead the celibate life, either that or find someone that was viewed as weaker than even him and that could be difficult; Central was big but he doubted the world would be big enough for that task.
When he had first been approached by the God he was now pounding into, he hadn’t believed it. He had thought it was a prank, an April fools done in bad taste. It had taken this muscle bound Adonis scooping him up and kissing him until he could no longer breathe for the thought to pass through his mind that this could be genuine. After that things had all happened so fast.
They had gone out a few times and talked about everything, Alex had even refrained from loosing his shirt and sparkling, which had been nice. They spoke of how they had discovered their sexual orientations, what their families thought but they never quite reached the discussion about sex. Every night ended with a quick round of oral, each showing their skills with their mouths and their hands. Still the question had not arisen about the bedroom and he was becoming more and more nervous.
When finally that night had come, the night that Alex had expressed his love for him, the night that would have to be sealed with a joining because neither man could live with anything less, this night that they were living now, he had been given a gift. It had been a shock at first when Alex had whispered in his ear. How could anyone have seen that coming? The man was built like a God, muscles were piled on his muscles and yet those three words had been spoken, they had not been a dream; it wasn’t his imagination wishing it so. The larger man had really spoken and then proceeded to turn and kneel in front of him showing him the way.
His heart had jumped; it was singing even now as he pushed in as far as he could go, making sure to graze the sensitive prostate each and every time, his gift to Alex for being so perfect. He pounded him, encouraged by the moans and the pleading words, begging for more, begging for him to go faster, deeper, harder.
He could feel himself tipping over the edge but he wanted this to be equal, he wanted Alex to fall with him. His smaller hand reached around to grasp the dripping length hanging neglected below his lover. He was actually quite impressed that he could reach it but the thought passed quickly as he moved his hand as in rhythm as he could, feeling Alex pushing forward to fuck his hand while at the same time trying to push back to force him deeper. They were both moaning now, both panting for air as they slid into ecstasy. He could feel Alex contracting around him, milking him dry as he spasmed and twitched, filling his lover with his seed. He could feel the warmth hitting his hand as what seemed like gallons of cum spilled forth from his lover to hit the bed below them.
As they collapsed together onto the wet sheets below, both exhausted but sated, his length still firmly planted in Alex he couldn’t help but think about those three words that had made his heart soar a few hours ago. How could three little words mean so much? Okay, so it was two little words and a contraction but still… He could have understood it about the ‘I love you’ which had made his heart flutter and then swell when he had returned the sentiment but these words were so innocuous, so boring that it was all he could do to stop his head from exploding trying to figure it out.
He pulled himself from Alex as he felt his lover shift beneath him, pulling back to kneel and then make his way off of the bed. He heard rustling behind him and let out a quick breath when strong arms encircled his waist and pulled him backwards until his back was flush with his lover’s body.
“Alex, what about the wet patch?” He asked as he tried to pull away, managing only to twist slightly in the larger mans arms as he was held fast.
“It doesn’t matter. We Armstrong’s are a hardy lot, after all, it’s the Armstrong way.” He laughed at the man holding him. That was just one more reason why he loved the big ox; he could always make him laugh.
“As long as you’re the one sleeping in it, fine” He brought both hands up to grasp the arms wrapped around him, afraid that if he let go Alex would magically disappear and he would be forced to wake from this dream. He almost moaned when one of the big arms moved, brushing over his highly sensitised skin but settled after it reached down to pull up the covers that had been thrown to the bottom of the bed. The hand soon moved back to where it had been once the covers were over their now cooling bodies.
“Goodnight my love” he said quietly as his eyes began to close.
“Goodnight Kain, sleep well and I’ll be here in the morning, I promise.” Kain curled further into the protective embrace of the man he loved. He couldn’t believe he had found someone just like him, someone who contrasted so sharply with their outer image. It was a contrast that they both shared, one more thing that connected them and made them whole when together. 'Yes', Kain thought again before drifting into a welcome sleep, 'it really is funny how things turn out'.
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I warned you, it is titled 'Drabbles from a WARPED mind' XD
Pairing/Characters: Fuery/Armstrong 0.o
Rating: NC 17
Warning: Crack, Anal, Eyewash and brainwash needed!! OOC (well obviously)
Words: 1195
A.N: The muse just wouldn’t let this one go; no matter what I tried I just had to write it. To all those who will soon need therapy, I’m so sorry but you are being warned, this is your last chance to turn back XD Before you ask, yes that is the right way round, no I didn’t accidentally switch them and yes I am insane. Can any of you guess those three words?? I would say enjoy but… Oh, and don’t ask me how I can turn what is supposed to be crack into angst, I really don’t know, it just seems to…happen.
'It’s funny how things turn out', he thought as he slid smoothly into the willing body knelt before him, making the other man cry out as he managed to hit that one spot that always got him begging for more.
If you had asked him a month ago what he would be doing now, or more to the point who he would be doing now, there is no way the actual answer would have been anything he could have even dreamt up. When people saw him they all automatically assumed that he was quiet and mild in every aspect of his life but when it came to love and sex, he tended to become more dominant and aggressive.
It wasn’t even a conscious thing, it just sort of happened. Whenever he would meet someone he always just took the lead and it had cost him more than a few relationships. Havoc had been the hardest blow for him, he had loved the blond so much but the smoker just couldn’t take ‘being less of a man’ as he had put it. Being on the receiving end of things just wasn’t Havoc’s thing and when he had revealed that bit of information right before waving goodbye and jogging off to chase the first short skirt he could it had damaged him somehow.
That one blow, that one set back had caused him to stop even trying to find someone and he had decided there and then to lead the celibate life, either that or find someone that was viewed as weaker than even him and that could be difficult; Central was big but he doubted the world would be big enough for that task.
When he had first been approached by the God he was now pounding into, he hadn’t believed it. He had thought it was a prank, an April fools done in bad taste. It had taken this muscle bound Adonis scooping him up and kissing him until he could no longer breathe for the thought to pass through his mind that this could be genuine. After that things had all happened so fast.
They had gone out a few times and talked about everything, Alex had even refrained from loosing his shirt and sparkling, which had been nice. They spoke of how they had discovered their sexual orientations, what their families thought but they never quite reached the discussion about sex. Every night ended with a quick round of oral, each showing their skills with their mouths and their hands. Still the question had not arisen about the bedroom and he was becoming more and more nervous.
When finally that night had come, the night that Alex had expressed his love for him, the night that would have to be sealed with a joining because neither man could live with anything less, this night that they were living now, he had been given a gift. It had been a shock at first when Alex had whispered in his ear. How could anyone have seen that coming? The man was built like a God, muscles were piled on his muscles and yet those three words had been spoken, they had not been a dream; it wasn’t his imagination wishing it so. The larger man had really spoken and then proceeded to turn and kneel in front of him showing him the way.
His heart had jumped; it was singing even now as he pushed in as far as he could go, making sure to graze the sensitive prostate each and every time, his gift to Alex for being so perfect. He pounded him, encouraged by the moans and the pleading words, begging for more, begging for him to go faster, deeper, harder.
He could feel himself tipping over the edge but he wanted this to be equal, he wanted Alex to fall with him. His smaller hand reached around to grasp the dripping length hanging neglected below his lover. He was actually quite impressed that he could reach it but the thought passed quickly as he moved his hand as in rhythm as he could, feeling Alex pushing forward to fuck his hand while at the same time trying to push back to force him deeper. They were both moaning now, both panting for air as they slid into ecstasy. He could feel Alex contracting around him, milking him dry as he spasmed and twitched, filling his lover with his seed. He could feel the warmth hitting his hand as what seemed like gallons of cum spilled forth from his lover to hit the bed below them.
As they collapsed together onto the wet sheets below, both exhausted but sated, his length still firmly planted in Alex he couldn’t help but think about those three words that had made his heart soar a few hours ago. How could three little words mean so much? Okay, so it was two little words and a contraction but still… He could have understood it about the ‘I love you’ which had made his heart flutter and then swell when he had returned the sentiment but these words were so innocuous, so boring that it was all he could do to stop his head from exploding trying to figure it out.
He pulled himself from Alex as he felt his lover shift beneath him, pulling back to kneel and then make his way off of the bed. He heard rustling behind him and let out a quick breath when strong arms encircled his waist and pulled him backwards until his back was flush with his lover’s body.
“Alex, what about the wet patch?” He asked as he tried to pull away, managing only to twist slightly in the larger mans arms as he was held fast.
“It doesn’t matter. We Armstrong’s are a hardy lot, after all, it’s the Armstrong way.” He laughed at the man holding him. That was just one more reason why he loved the big ox; he could always make him laugh.
“As long as you’re the one sleeping in it, fine” He brought both hands up to grasp the arms wrapped around him, afraid that if he let go Alex would magically disappear and he would be forced to wake from this dream. He almost moaned when one of the big arms moved, brushing over his highly sensitised skin but settled after it reached down to pull up the covers that had been thrown to the bottom of the bed. The hand soon moved back to where it had been once the covers were over their now cooling bodies.
“Goodnight my love” he said quietly as his eyes began to close.
“Goodnight Kain, sleep well and I’ll be here in the morning, I promise.” Kain curled further into the protective embrace of the man he loved. He couldn’t believe he had found someone just like him, someone who contrasted so sharply with their outer image. It was a contrast that they both shared, one more thing that connected them and made them whole when together. 'Yes', Kain thought again before drifting into a welcome sleep, 'it really is funny how things turn out'.
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I warned you, it is titled 'Drabbles from a WARPED mind' XD