Inspiration

this story go's with this pic i drew (http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/224411/) dont go visit it if you dont like to see smutty artwork. The picture is male masturbation. I warned you.

I can take constuctive critism but please dont flame me. All mistakes are mine, i dont have a beta reader.

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Archer rubbed his hands over his face in a desperate attempt to wake himself up. The time on the clock said 3:30 but Archer could have sworn that it was later than that. Maybe the clock had broke, yeah that had to be it. Glancing down Archer caught sight of the papers he was working with, he squinted to try and read the words that were playing an evil game and dancing round the page. Groaning inwardly he rested his forehead on his desk and closed his eyes.

Major Armstrong strolled down the sunlight corridor towards Lieutenant Colonel Archer's office. The glass of the windows on his left showed a strong reflection of the Major and unconsciously the tall man flexed his muscles and smiled. Armstrong rapped on the Lieutenant Colonel's closed office door and took hold of the handle waiting for permission to enter. Archer lifted his head and stared at the door, quickly his hands ran though his hair making him presentable again.

“Enter” He called out while slyly picking his pen up to look busy.

Major Armstrong pushed the door open and stepped inside saluting the pale figure hunched behind the desk. “Lieutenant Colonel Archer, i brought you the files you wanted on the Sewing Life and Crimson Alchemists”

“Thank you Major, just leave them on my desk” Archer's clipped tone replied.

The Major walked forward and placed the files on an clear part of the Lieutenant Colonels desk, saluted and walked out of the room, the soft click of the door shutting alerted Archer to his solitude again. Archer looked down at his paperwork and mechanically signed his name at the bottom of expense lists, holiday forms, time sheets and other assorted paperwork. Occasionally he stopped for long enough to read through what he was signing. The small room was quiet except for the scratching of the pen nib on the paper. Archer eyes kept flicking over to the file containing all the information on the Crimson Alchemist, was it true? was he really as gorgeous as everyone said? Was he really the killer that had no loyalties? Why whenever his name was mentioned did Roy Mustang shiver?

Another hour of working and reading and Frank Archer had finished the boring task of signing his name repeatedly. Archer reached for the two alchemists files and stood up, stretched and placed the folders under his left arm. Archer walked out of his office and nodded curtly to the blonde secretary who blushed outrageously.

“I'm going home, If anyone calls for me tell them to ring me tomorrow”

The secretary nodded and looked down at the desk before she became to red. Archer smiled, causing other people discomfort was one of his favourite things to do.

Frank Archer strode down the hallway to the main exit of the headquarters, occasionally nodding hello's to other members of the military. One of Roy Mustangs direct subordinates walked past his ever present cigarette hanging from his lips, he was tall, blonde and rather handsome. As per usual Jean Havoc refused to acknowledge him, Archer knew it was because he had taken Hughes job after his unfortunate... departure. Roy Mustang had such a tight grip over his subordinates that he could tell them who they could and could not talk to and none of them complained. Steeling his sights at the exit Archer strode on. Walking out of the doors into the bright late afternoon sunlight, squinting into the suns rays Archer tried to locate his military issued vehicle. Archer trotted towards his car in a desperate attempt to get home faster and see what lovely secrets awaited him in the two files under his arm. Keys were ripped out of his pocket, one was picked and slammed into the cars door lock, Archer didnt care if he scratched the paintwork. Archer yanked the door open and slid into the soft leather interior. Archer put his keys into the cars ignition and tried to calm himself down. Very rarely did the Lieutenant Colonel loose control and end up racing around like a headless chicken. The two alchemists files were gently placed on the passenger seat to his right, his obvious favourite the Crimson Alchemist on top. Anyone who could upset Roy Mustang so visibly deserved to be on top. Starting the car and putting it in drive, Archer peeled out of the parking lot towards his home.

Archer parked in his driveway, he was lucky to have a house all to himself. He should be sharing in the officers dorms but Archer had always got what he wanted and never settled for anything less. He had a two bedroomed house in the quiet part of town, large garden, rooftop balcony with a view over Central that was to die for. It was meant to be saved for officers with family but Archer had served the Fuhrer loyally for many years and so was handed little favours every so often. The Fuhrer liked to keep his best officers well looked after, That's why Roy Mustang lived in a dirty little apartment in the nasty bit of town. Roy's part of town is where all the drunks and hookers hung out and made the business. Everyone knew of his relationship with Jean Havoc (even if they pretended they didn't) If he worked with the Fuhrer instead of plotting to overthrow him then he would be given far nicer housing. A couple in a serious relationship should be living somewhere half decent.

Archer climbed up the steps to his house and opened the door, his shoes were removed and placed neatly by the door. His Jacked removed and placed on a hanger, un-tucked his pastel blue shirt and walked into the front room. He placed the files on the table and fixed himself a drink of strong whiskey sitting down on his sofa's and pulling his feet up under him, slouching back very un-Archer like. Sometimes even the most uptight of men needed to relax.

Archer picked up one of the files, It belonged to Shou Tucker the Sewing Life Alchemist. From what Archer knew the Alchemist had been shot in front of a firing squad because he preformed forbidden alchemy on his daughter and his dog. The file read like a horror novel, chimera's made from any person he could lay his hands on. His wife and child had succumbed to the desperation that forced Shou to do whatever he could to remain a state authorised alchemist. Archer smiled to himself and read every page of the thick file, this man would certainly be a good addition to his team... If he was still alive. Once he finished the file he closed it, lay it back on the coffee table and got up to pour himself another whiskey.

The Crimson alchemists file was burning a hole in his coffee table, begging to be read. Archer picked up a bottle of whiskey and unscrewed the lid and poured himself half a glass of the dark liquid. Putting the lid back on and the whiskey bottle back in its place Archer made his way back over to his now warm part of the sofa and resumed his comfy position. Gingerly the Lieutenant Colonel picked up the dirty beige folder bearing the name of the Crimson alchemist. To Archer it felt like Christmas, nervous with excitement with a grin that even the worst of news could not remove. Everything Archer had been told about the Alchemist was bad but that only made him want to meet this comrade killer more. He flipped open the cover and saw the passport size photo pinned to the top page of the thick stack of paper. Archer pulled the photo up and looked at it carefully, his comrades were right, Zolf J Kimblee was a sight to behold. Thick back hair tied up in a ponytail at the back of his head, sharp but handsome features and eyes like a feral cat. Once Archer could tear himself away from the photo he started to read through the list of offences that the alchemist had done during the Ishbal war. Among his many offences were murder of civilians, murder of comrades, torture and rape. With every new offence that Archer read his cock responded by growing harder within the tight confines of his blue trousers. What was it with him getting off on other peoples pain? Unconsciously the lieutenant colonels hand travels down to rub himself throught the fabric, Archer pulled his hand away sharply when he realised what he was doing. Snatching up the folder and the small photograph Archer ran up his stairs to the first floor and into his bedroom the folder was thrown on the bed opening enticingly on the first page. Archer shrugged out of his shirt, but even in his mad rush still placed it neatly on the back of his bedroom chair.

Archer jumped on to his bed like a hyperactive child desperate for some attention. Quickly he undone the button on his trousers and pushed them down to his knees. Laying down on the crisp blue sheets and taking his erection in his hand he started to pump himself as he read the folder again. Running his finger up the vein on the underside of his penis he read about how Kimblee had murdered men women and children just because he was bored. Laying the folder down next to him so he could still read it he brought his now free hand up to his nipples and pinched his left one hard, causing himself to arch up and hiss at his self inflicted pain. In his minds eye he could see the smug smile on Kimblee's face as he bent down to such on the now erect nipple. He stared down at the small image of the dark haired alchemist and imagined that the alchemist was sitting on his cock riding him slowly but taking him deep everytime. He closed his eyes and thumbed the weeping head, his other hand cupping his balls and rotating them gently. Wrapping his hand around his length he dreamed that he was embedded in the Alchemist tight passageway, bucking up into his hand he swore he could hear pants and moans coming from above him or was they his own? Archer breath came in ragged stretches, his stomach was tight and his limbs were like jelly. The hand on his cock moved faster and gripped tighter, the hand on his balls squeezed softly his fingers moving in a wave like motion over the soft sacks. Archer could almost feel the hot breath on his neck, hear the moans and breaths and could smell the hot odour of sex. The image of the Crimson Alchemist burned into his mind Archer closed his eyes and bucked up into his hand, crying out Kimblee's name as he covered his hand and chest his warm cum. Archer continued to pump his cock though his orgasm and stroked himself until his breath regained its normal rate and his heart stopped trying to escape his chest. Standing up Archer made his way to the bathroom to clean himself up. All he could see was a pair of feral yellow eyes burned into his head. Mentally he made himself a promise to get the crimson alchemist under his control, sooner rather than later.

Somewhere within a box of concrete sat a dirty bearded Alchemist laughing maniacly at the sound of an exploding building.