Fullmetal Alchemist (Greed/Kimberly)
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Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2511
Prompt: Greed/Kimberly: Alchemy kink - 'my blood is red like yours'.
Summary: 'Give it to me,' Kimberly breathes into his mouth. 'Give it to me you son of a bitch give it to me.'
‘Where did you get it?’ He’s standing there in his shirtsleeves, braces hanging off his shoulders, leaning against the doorframe. His voice is carefully flat, revealing nothing.
Kimberly steps inside and lets the door swing closed behind him.
Greed smiles.
The chair’s legs lift up and then slam down again and Kimberly’s mouth is on his, hot, wet, tasting of blood and come and red stone. Greed can feel the power spilling out of him, bleeding from his cells, making the air thick as if with real fumes that almost make him dizzy.
And he doesn’t know how it happens but they’re crashing back on to the bed so that the mattress springs scream and Kimberly’s fingers are in his mouth and Greed’s biting like he hasn’t since his brother, tearing flesh like an animal. The hot scarlet taste of alchemist’s blood is as delicious as it always is and that, coupled with the hard thrumming of power reverberating off his very bones, is driving him crazy. He his own hands in Kimberly’s hair, pulling, mimicking the sensations in his core where Kimberly’s trying to tug him apart. Fierce shards of power stab hard at the nodes on his body even as the same power seems to creep under his skin like long clever fingers and pick at his very atoms, enough to make him want to pull away.
'I know,' Greed says, 'I know,' and he’s biting at Kimberly’s neck now in a way he never has before, biting and sucking, sharp teeth wounding and tearing smooth human flesh. He can taste sweat and blood and red stone. Kimberly’s hands clench on his shoulders, nails cutting deep welts into skin that heal almost immediately. Greed can feel him shuddering, flexing with him, rocking back on to his cock, tensed tight, taking and taking and gasping with the effort.
And there’s a gush of power, that’s the only way to describe it, as if an invisible finger has been suddenly removed from a high-pressure leak. The air hisses as it does during an electric storm. Kimberly doesn’t need to now but he lays hands on him anyway, directly over the nodes on his chest, and the two of them both jerk at the same time as the feedback loop of power throbs between them. Pain stretches over the length and breadth of Greed’s body and it’s that that pushes him over, in the end; he’s just like Kimberly, in the end. Kimberly convulses under him with impossible strength, sinks teeth into his shoulder and comes hotly and wetly against his stomach. Greed sucks the wound he’s made in Kimberly’s neck as he comes, tasting the blood mixed with sweat and, in both, the maddening hint of red stone.
Author:
uigguRating: NC-17
Word count: 2511
Prompt: Greed/Kimberly: Alchemy kink - 'my blood is red like yours'.
Summary: 'Give it to me,' Kimberly breathes into his mouth. 'Give it to me you son of a bitch give it to me.'
‘Where did you get it?’ He’s standing there in his shirtsleeves, braces hanging off his shoulders, leaning against the doorframe. His voice is carefully flat, revealing nothing.
‘Off some chick,’ Greed says, twining the chain of the gold locket lazily round his fingers. ‘Didn’t even know what it was.’
‘Stupid bitch,’ Kimberly says softly, not taking his eyes off the locket. His fingers tense like claws on the wood of the doorframe. When it comes to his alchemist, Greed misses nothing. Kimberly wants this. Badly. ‘Give it to me.’
‘With pleasure.’ Greed reaches a lazy hand out to his favourite distraction of late. ‘Come here.’
Kimberly isn’t listening. ‘I can use that,’ he says, obviously trying hard to sound off-hand. ‘I want it. Give it to me.’
‘Use it?’ Greed is interested now. ‘How?’ Kimberly has never cared enough to lie to him.
‘I’ll show you,’ Kimberly says, and holds out his hand.
‘Nice try.’ Greed shakes his head, grins. ‘Come on now. What have you got that I might possibly want?’
‘Nothing you haven’t already had for free.’
His thumbs are pressing hard into his palms, a sign Greed recognises as heralding trouble. It’s not a good idea to fuck with him when he’s in this kind of mood, sulky and uncooperative; not a good idea to push him.
‘Suck me off,’ Greed says, uncrossing his legs on the bed, ‘and I’ll consider it.’
Kimberly sets his jaw.
‘No?’ Greed lets the necklace drop from his hand on the full length of its chain, making it swing back and forth. The red stone at the centre of the locket catches the dim light. Kimberly’s eyes follow its movement. ‘Then I suppose you’d better get lost, hadn't you?’
Kimberly looks at him properly now, meets his eyes for the first time, and for an instant in that cold yellow stare there’s something more than blank insolence: there’s murder.
Greed loves that look. 'Come on, Kimberly, you've been around,' he says, sitting up. 'In this bad world nothing's free. Surely an alchemist knows that.'
Greed loves that look. 'Come on, Kimberly, you've been around,' he says, sitting up. 'In this bad world nothing's free. Surely an alchemist knows that.'
Kimberly steps inside and lets the door swing closed behind him.
Greed smiles.
Where he expects to see that familiar expression of detached disgust (mouth turned down at the corners, eyes slightly narrowed) Kimberly's face is expressionless. He's doing his trick again, the one where he removes himself. He holds his back very straight. It amuses Greed a lot, the way Kimberly still visibly wears the military like this, when after all they were the ones who fucked him over. It isn't Greed who drove him insane.
‘How do you want me?’ His words are carefully uninflected.
‘How do you want me?’ His words are carefully uninflected.
‘How don’t I want you?’ It’s just to piss him off because that’s always fun but Kimberly doesn’t even twitch, not even when Greed reaches out for one of his hanging braces and jerks him closer. He must really want this, Greed thinks, stroking hands over warm human skin, must be willing to do pretty much anything for it. Which is interesting.
His clever alchemist knows what Greed is, what he lacks, what he wants and, even after such a short time, what he likes. Like a cat giving false affection in return for its next meal he holds still and lets Greed touch him, lets his hands absorb the human warmth that costs him nothing but which none of the chimeras can give.
Greed cups his face and looks into cold yellow eyes. 'I must say I like you cooperative.'
Greed cups his face and looks into cold yellow eyes. 'I must say I like you cooperative.'
‘How do you want me?’ Kimberly says softly, dangerously, and one hand wraps around Greed’s wrist. He won’t ask again.
Greed lifts his shades and smiles. ‘On your knees, of course.’
Kimberly has never allowed this before, has probably never done it before, and that’s precisely what makes it so good – when he gags, when he tries to pull away, when he makes it as clear as he can that he’s hating every second of this. Greed holds him tight there by the hair, feels him swallow repeatedly around his cock in the effort to breathe, and fuck, it feels good. Incredible. He closes his eyes and feels his lips pull back from his teeth in a savage grin of pleasure. ‘I knew you’d be good at this,’ he says. ‘Put that smart mouth to better—’
And then his stomach contracts with unbelievable shrill pain, a twisting gnawing pain like being eaten alive from the inside. He looks down with an effort and there are Kimberly’s hands flush against him and then there’s Kimberly’s wide bitter smile and then there’s nothing for he doesn’t know how long, he never does know, but he’s been told it’s only a few seconds before—
—he’s back, reformed and whole.
His shield comes up without his even thinking about it, slipping over him smooth and reassuringly impenetrable. For the first time in he doesn’t know how long he’s actually angry: with himself for letting Kimberly get the upper hand or with Kimberly for doing exactly what he’s made for? He doesn’t know, but Kimberly is kneeling right where he left him, covered in gore. He’s just reaching for the necklace, which is lying in a pool of black blood. His whole body is tense with victory and anticipation.
Greed bares his teeth and growls.
Kimberly looks up, expressionless.
Greed only just manages to force his shield back down before dealing him an incredible slap across the face. Shield intact, he would have broken Kimberly’s jaw. His alchemist, covered in his blood, staggers back into the wall. He’s breathing raggedly, each exhalation a hiss of rage through clenched teeth.
‘Hit me like a woman, would you.’ His fury is such that the words come out uninflected in a tight monotone. ‘Try that again and I’ll—’
‘Hit me like a woman, would you.’ His fury is such that the words come out uninflected in a tight monotone. ‘Try that again and I’ll—’
Greed shakes his hand out by the wrist, a human gesture, one he particularly likes for its selfishness, the that-hurt-me-more-than-it-hurt-you quality of it. ‘You asked for it.’
Yellow eyes are rabid and narrow as the hand that isn’t pressed to his scarlet cheek finds the wall behind him and presses flat, infinitely more deadly than any clenched fist. ‘I’ll turn your pets inside out,’ his alchemist says with a smile that’s nothing but a vicious baring of teeth. ‘Starting with that snake. She’d make a beautiful bomb.’
Greed can feel the peculiar silent popping of the air that signifies the birth of an alchemical reaction. He grabs Kimberly’s hand by the wrist and jerks it up and away, then crushes him against the wall with the whole force of his weight. The alchemical energy dissipates except for what’s always humming beneath the surface of his skin.
There’s a trail of blood at the corner of his mouth. Greed licks the blood away. It’s good, but it’s not red stone. He’s expecting more sound and fury but suddenly – surprising, he's always surprising, and that’s what makes this game so much fun – Kimberly relaxes, goes seductively pliable between him and the wall. Kimberly gives him a beautiful smile with his wide mouth, tilts his head and leans in slowly, a snakeish movement, as if to kiss.
There’s a trail of blood at the corner of his mouth. Greed licks the blood away. It’s good, but it’s not red stone. He’s expecting more sound and fury but suddenly – surprising, he's always surprising, and that’s what makes this game so much fun – Kimberly relaxes, goes seductively pliable between him and the wall. Kimberly gives him a beautiful smile with his wide mouth, tilts his head and leans in slowly, a snakeish movement, as if to kiss.
Greed shakes his head and grins.
‘Give it to me,’ Kimberly breathes into his mouth. The words taste bloody and metallic, a monotone that does nothing to disguise his longing. ‘Give it to me you son of a bitch give it to me.’
‘Not yet,’ Greed says against his ear, biting gently. ‘Not until you’ve paid for it.’
Under the pressure of Greed’s hands on his shoulders Kimberly sinks down this time almost as if he can’t help it, as if collapsing under the weight of his own desire for this tiny little stone. His hands snap flat against Greed’s stomach, the pulse of his alchemy hammering against the semblance of skin a hundred, a thousand times stronger than usual. Greed feels his cells start to tear under the assault, feels himself pulling apart. He presses the fist clenching the necklace hard against Kimberly’s temple. His alchemist shudders, moans, tries to pull back, pull away, but he can’t, somehow. Power tingles over Greed’s skin and Kimberly seems to take it in and magnify it and bounce it back at him, over and over again, infinitely.
When Kimberly’s done spitting on the floor he looks up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, the array on his palm like a round eye. ‘Now,’ he says flatly, ‘give it to me.’ Like a record stuck on the same phrase, Greed thinks, with a touch of pride that he now, thanks to Martel, knows both what a record is and what you play it on.
Thoughtfully he looks down at Kimberly, turning the little bit of stone over between his fingers. Kimberly is tense, expectant, eyes moving from him to the stone and back again.
Thoughtfully he looks down at Kimberly, turning the little bit of stone over between his fingers. Kimberly is tense, expectant, eyes moving from him to the stone and back again.
He wasn’t ever going to really give it to him. He remembers red stone too well, what it does to him and what it tastes like. But his curiosity (some have called it almost human), his desire to know what'll happen, has got him in serious trouble before.
He looks down at the stone, then at Kimberly’s hungry, open face.
He looks down at the stone, then at Kimberly’s hungry, open face.
He pulls him up with one hand, brings him over to a battered arm chair. Kimberly sits astride him without so much as a complaint, too focused now, watching as Greed uses one claw to prise the red stone from its soft gold setting, then goes to place it on the tip of his own tongue.
Kimberly’s hand grips his wrist tightly enough to stop any natural blood flow he might once have had, arresting the movement. ‘No,’ he says through his teeth. ‘It’s mine.’
‘It is,’ Greed agrees. ‘You earned it.’ He grips him by the back of the neck and kisses him, pushing the red stone into his mouth.
Kimberly swallows and goes still, both hands pushing at his chest, fingers digging into skin.
‘Well,’ Greed says, sliding his hands under Kimberly’s thighs, ‘show me what you can do, then.’
Kimberly drags his gaze down from the ceiling. His eyes are wide and bloodshot, his pupils dilated. A grin spreads over his face, slowly, like ripples over a still pond. He looks mad.
But Greed's Greed and he's not afraid of any human. He holds the crazed stare. ‘Show me,’ he says softly.
The chair’s legs lift up and then slam down again and Kimberly’s mouth is on his, hot, wet, tasting of blood and come and red stone. Greed can feel the power spilling out of him, bleeding from his cells, making the air thick as if with real fumes that almost make him dizzy.
And he doesn’t know how it happens but they’re crashing back on to the bed so that the mattress springs scream and Kimberly’s fingers are in his mouth and Greed’s biting like he hasn’t since his brother, tearing flesh like an animal. The hot scarlet taste of alchemist’s blood is as delicious as it always is and that, coupled with the hard thrumming of power reverberating off his very bones, is driving him crazy. He his own hands in Kimberly’s hair, pulling, mimicking the sensations in his core where Kimberly’s trying to tug him apart. Fierce shards of power stab hard at the nodes on his body even as the same power seems to creep under his skin like long clever fingers and pick at his very atoms, enough to make him want to pull away.
‘How does it feel?’
‘Like – coming.’ Kimberly’s body gives a weird shudder; his teeth are gritted, head flung back. ‘Constantly,’ he manages.
He’s not rigid like usual, not spitting and fighting, but panting and swearing and pleading as Greed gets his legs over his shoulders, and although the former is fun, this is better, with Kimberly arching his back off the bed and moaning through clenched teeth before he’s even been touched. Need more of the stone, Greed thinks, definitely need more of the stone. He doesn’t even need to touch him, doesn’t need to spend time coaxing him or pressing him or flat-out forcing him; he doesn’t bother getting him ready for it, just spits in his hand and slicks his cock and holds Kimberly’s thighs wide and pushes in. It’s even easy, a long smooth slide, and Greed hisses with how good it is, having Kimberly under him, taking it like he wants it. Kimberly arches up under him, a sudden hard movement like a jolt of current. He moans through his teeth again, louder, and to Greed’s delight it’s evidently not a one-off either because he makes a keening noise in his throat when Greed starts to fuck him properly – and that’s the stone, definitely the stone, because usually he keeps quiet just to be a prick because he knows how much Greed likes hearing him. So for the first time now Greed can go by sound; he presses forward, changes angle slightly, alters speed and rhythm until Kimberly’s panting and moaning unashamedly for it, squirming under him.
Meanwhile the power’s growing. He can feel it, roiling around the room like a great ball of focusless intent, trapped, gathering speed as it ricochets off walls and ceiling. Immersed in his alchemist, he hears the window shatter, distantly. The light flickers and then pops, and then it’s totally dark, but he can do this by feel and noise alone, and god Kimberly’s tight, and the way he’s breathing in these hurt little gasps of need, and it won’t be long now—
‘Fuck,’ he’s saying, ‘fuck, Kimberly, you’re out of your mind.’
‘God,’ Kimberly says through his teeth in what's almost a sob of ecstasy, ‘it’s all through me.’
'I know,' Greed says, 'I know,' and he’s biting at Kimberly’s neck now in a way he never has before, biting and sucking, sharp teeth wounding and tearing smooth human flesh. He can taste sweat and blood and red stone. Kimberly’s hands clench on his shoulders, nails cutting deep welts into skin that heal almost immediately. Greed can feel him shuddering, flexing with him, rocking back on to his cock, tensed tight, taking and taking and gasping with the effort.
And there’s a gush of power, that’s the only way to describe it, as if an invisible finger has been suddenly removed from a high-pressure leak. The air hisses as it does during an electric storm. Kimberly doesn’t need to now but he lays hands on him anyway, directly over the nodes on his chest, and the two of them both jerk at the same time as the feedback loop of power throbs between them. Pain stretches over the length and breadth of Greed’s body and it’s that that pushes him over, in the end; he’s just like Kimberly, in the end. Kimberly convulses under him with impossible strength, sinks teeth into his shoulder and comes hotly and wetly against his stomach. Greed sucks the wound he’s made in Kimberly’s neck as he comes, tasting the blood mixed with sweat and, in both, the maddening hint of red stone.
‘Twice in one night,’ he says, panting slightly as the pain twists into a knot and starts to tug at his insides, as he feels his molecules start to loosen. ‘I spoil you.’
‘The difference this time,’ Kimberly is saying, and his voice is very far away, and something feels different, feels wrong, but it’s too late now, it’s far too late to stop him, ‘is that you won't come back.’
And then he’s torn apart.
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Date: 2007-04-04 03:49 pm (UTC)very hot :d
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Date: 2007-04-04 09:37 pm (UTC)oh gods. just oh gods.
that is all.
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Date: 2007-04-05 01:23 am (UTC)...I needed this so bad tonight, and -- unf. You totally fucking deliver. Raw and hateful and hot and fucked up and there's plenty of blood and ~♥
Greed shakes his hand out by the wrist, a human gesture, one he particularly likes for its selfishness, the that-hurt-me-more-than-it-hurt-you quality of it.
Oh, Greed. Never stop. ♥
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Date: 2007-04-06 03:42 am (UTC)WOW. thats all i can say, wow.
you write greed/Kimblee bloody good and its hot and messed uup and kiny and so them. it was a joy to read and i loved it.
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Date: 2007-04-09 03:42 pm (UTC)Your porn is such a thing of beauty. Seriously, that was mind-blowingly hot. ♥
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Date: 2007-04-18 12:31 pm (UTC)You hear that? That's the porn train coming through. <3
*incoherent noises*
.....I'll be in my bunk. @_@
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Date: 2007-04-23 03:03 pm (UTC)And don't worry, I'm pretty into anything involving Kimbley. xD; G/K, K/A, K/R, whatever. *coughs*
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Date: 2008-05-27 11:18 pm (UTC)Hot. and might I add. DAMN! Now that, is some good stuff right there. I love Kimberly's reaction to swallowing the stone. This was all just superb. *Q*