Arkim fic for Dae
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broken_envyI hate having to cope and paste paragraph by paragraph.
writen and RP'ed by Myself andinvidia1988
Kimble peered into the office to see if Archer’s there or not. Finding him in there, he entered it and grinned. The man was in.. Archer looked up from the current documents in his hand. Spying Kimblee, he dismissed the smirk at first.
“Can I help you, Crimson?"
“Yea, you can. " the other grinned even more, his hands in his pockets as he approaches the others desk.
" Oh, and what might that be?" he said, putting the documents away into the folder that came with them. Then he put ot to the side for latter perusal. He leant back in his chair and looked at the Crimson alchemist.
“It’s been a while, Archer. Didn’t you promise me something when you convinced me to rejoin the Military?" he grinned, placing his hands on the desk, palms flat against the wood.
The blue eyed man shivered inwardly, hoping the alchemist would have forgotten about that. He leant forward onto the desk, arms up as he rested his chin on his hands. “What promise was this again?"
“You’d let me fuck you. Or have you forgotten? As I haven’t." the other's grin widens even more, making it clear that he has not forgotten the deal. How could he forget such a deal? It was sweat and it was what has tempted him back into the ranks.
Archer has a slight fearful look at those words, clearly wanting the other to have forgotten it. “Come now Kimblee.." he tries to reason with the admitted lower ranked man, but far more dangerous. But he would never admit that he was slightly fearful.
" Are you scared, Colonel?" He leant forward and smirked, his ambers narrowed slightly.
" Are you scared of me, the Crimson alchemist?”
“Of course I'm not scared of you!" He retorts, his own icy blue eyes meeting the Crimson Alchemist's golden mencing gaze with a glare.
“Then what is with the fearful look?" if anything, his own eyes narrowed as his smirk widened. “I haven’t forgotten and i intend to get my end of the deal. After all, equivalent exchange." it was the alchemists creed, what they lived by.
“And if I were to decline your offer right now?" he asked as he eyeed Kimblee. Shifting in his chair, he leant back again.
“I’d come back and keep pestering you for it. Or I could easily turn you into a living bomb... and explode you and leave." he sneers, lifting up his hand to so the deadly array, the threat clear. He smirked as the other mans’ features blanked, and then twisted into a glare.
“We can meet tonight.." Archer trails off.
“Nuh uh. Now. I took the liberty of checking your schedule. You’re free for the next few hours." he is smug, knowing that is only a matter of time before the other caves. One of the joys, he supposes, of having deadly arrays on his hands, is that you tend to get what you want.
“Damn...” Archer growled, getting up from his spot to at least go lock the door. He shivered slightly once the lock clicks into place. Returning to his chair, he gave the alchemist another growl. “And where exactly do you want this?"
“Mmm...” Kimblee smirked and then leant over the desk more and pulled Frank to him. “How about... your desk and I am on top." he says the last bit pointedly, making sure that Archer knew that he meant it.
Archer hissed at being pulled over, his hands bracing against the desk. He understood the words very well. Climbing the rest of the way onto the desk, he pulled Kimblee forward. There he laid claim to his lips in a fierce kiss, drawing a happy purr from the bomber, who snaked and pushed his tongue into the higher ranked's mouth. The taste... It was hot, sweet, addicting. It was Archer and it was his, he decided, he would have more. All that the man had to offer. And he used the kisses to show it.
The higher ranked military man moaned into the kiss opening his mouth wider. He sucked on the tongue that made its way into his mouth. Purring into it, his hands moved hesitantly at first behind the crimson alchemist's head and began to undo the band holding the dark hair together. at the hands on his head, Crimson started to push the other down to his back and straddle him, deepening his kiss. He used his free hand to slide under that shirt and flick at a nipple. he wasn’t going to bother with undressing him proper. Just the pants where going to come off.
Archer hissed as he moved up into the touches on his chest. He ran his hands through the other's hair, moaning into the kiss a little more. His hands moved to mimic Kimblee's actions by sliding his hands underneath the fabric of his shirt to pinch a nipple between his fingers. The mad bomber moaned and then purred, grinding against the other, his other hand moving down to start to undo Archer’s pants.
The blue eyed man hissed, arching up into the hand along his groin in a demanding posture. He slipped his hands out from underneath Kimblee's shirt, starting to rid the alchemist of his pants.
"Mmm~~~" the other moaned, breaking the kiss with a dark purr, pushing the pants down enough for him. “Fuck, you’re big...”
Archer smirked at Kimblee's expression, as he returned the favor by ridding the other completely of his pants, then laid back on the desk. Spreading his legs apart for the mad bomber to get a better view. he was rewarded with a moan from Kimblee, and then the bombers hand rubbing over his cock. He moaned, bucking up into the dangerously arrayed hand, mild fear seeping into the back of his mind at what the other can do with those hands.
"Mmm... you like it, don’t you?" he murmured, licking his own fingers and then moving them down, he was carefull not to let the arrays brush - he didn’t want to explode his fuck buddy now, did he? With a small purr, he eased the finger into the others ass The blue eyed man hisses in discomfort, as he shifts against the finger. He moans louder, tilting his head back on the desk, as he continues to shiver writhing against the other. " Yes.." he anwsers
“Good. " the other mummers, slipping in another finger, again drawing out another hiss as Archer willed himself to relax against the hand.
“Were you always such a tease?" he enquires as he shifts against the fingers.
“Just making sure that I don’t hurt you to much." he said, pushing in the third finger and then starting to stretch him out. Again, he got hisses, the colonel arching against him. Archer started to move his hips in to the fingers, the discomfort soon turning into pleasure as something inside him was brushed.
“That will be my cock soon... Nice feeling, huh?" the bomber purrs to the other. He gains a smirk from Archer as he pulled the alchemist up to him. He claimed his lips again, in a dominating kiss that is short lived. He breaks it after a few minutes staring at Kimblee. “Drawing it out?" he asks
"Mmmmm~~" Kimble moans and then smirks at the other. “What’s the matter... just want it over with?" he thrusts his fingers in an out all the more, rubbing against that spot.
"Nnng. don’t do that!" he demanded in a half moan, as he bucked down against the fingers. He glared half heartedly at Kimblee, as his hips do more of the talking for him.
"Ohh?" he grins, rubbing the spot and then pulling his fingers out. he rubbed his own length a bit more and spat on his hand and used that slick it up the bare minimum. It was crude, but it would do.
“If you liked that, your doing to love this." he purred, rubbing his head against the entrance of the other. Archer lifted himself up, bracing himself for Kimblee's next move. He waited the last few seconds of silence between them, his blue eyes locked with the amber eyes as he nodded to the alchemist to continue. Kimblee grinned and then thrust in all the way. He paused only to let the other get used to him before he started up the steady thrusting.
“Fuck... so tight... possibly the next best thing to making people explode." he groaned.
Frank cried out in pain at first, as he arched completely off the desk. Then laid back down on it, shivering and writhing against Kimblee in a borderline of pleasure induced pain. Kimble moans and then bucks into the others ass with a purr,
“Harder." he demanded, pulling him down for another rough kiss. His hands coursed through the black hair, as he moved to meet the other's thrusts full heartedly. Kimblee purred and dominated the kiss, starting to strike and thrust in harder and faster, a hand snaked down and started to rub at the others cock as well. At the moan that he got, he purred and struck the prostate gland hard.
Archer moaned louder into the kiss, as he bucked up into the hand on his cock. His own hands slipped beneath Kimblee's shirt, and up along the skin. Fingers found their way to the nipples, and pinching them roughly in a teasing manner. This drew a happy, dark purr from the other, and his hand started to play across the others head, smearing the pre-cum allover it.
The blue eyed man cried out loudly again, as he thrust up into the hand on his cock. His own hips moved down to meet the alchemist's thrusts, as he started to bite his lower lip to keep a needy moan from escaping his mouth. He felt close, very close. The long haired man purred and then moved to nip at Archer ear with a purr. His next thrust would send the other of the edge, he new it. Archer let out a cry of pleasure, as he came, spilling his essence between them. He hissed at the feeling it was giving him, and lays back against the desk as exhaustion settles in.
"MMMMM~~~~~" the other moaned, bucking in hard, his own release imminent. It only took a few more thrusts until he came as well. Pulling out, he fell against the other, his hands braced either side of one under him, against the desk.
“Mmm... that was good.”
“Yes.. Yes it was." he moaned out, he did enjoy it. He grinned at an after thought, then excused it as nothing. He collected himself together shifting against the alchemist.
"Mmm...” Kimblee groaned, shifting off the other. He pulled his pants up and then smirked at the other.
“Next week, the same time. make sure this time is free." he gives a dark purr as well making it clear that he expects it to be free. Archer got off the desk, and pulled his own pants up. Arranging his clothes, he brushesd out his hair to look presentable once again. “I might. Now get back to work." he orders.
Kimblee gives a lazy salute and then after taking the time to fix his hair, he wondered off to find some others to scare into doing his own batch of paper work.
He even shut the door again after he left.
I hope that you liked it Dae.
Greed: ;_____; .... * sulks*
writen and RP'ed by Myself and
invidia1988Kimble peered into the office to see if Archer’s there or not. Finding him in there, he entered it and grinned. The man was in.. Archer looked up from the current documents in his hand. Spying Kimblee, he dismissed the smirk at first.
“Can I help you, Crimson?"
“Yea, you can. " the other grinned even more, his hands in his pockets as he approaches the others desk.
" Oh, and what might that be?" he said, putting the documents away into the folder that came with them. Then he put ot to the side for latter perusal. He leant back in his chair and looked at the Crimson alchemist.
“It’s been a while, Archer. Didn’t you promise me something when you convinced me to rejoin the Military?" he grinned, placing his hands on the desk, palms flat against the wood.
The blue eyed man shivered inwardly, hoping the alchemist would have forgotten about that. He leant forward onto the desk, arms up as he rested his chin on his hands. “What promise was this again?"
“You’d let me fuck you. Or have you forgotten? As I haven’t." the other's grin widens even more, making it clear that he has not forgotten the deal. How could he forget such a deal? It was sweat and it was what has tempted him back into the ranks.
Archer has a slight fearful look at those words, clearly wanting the other to have forgotten it. “Come now Kimblee.." he tries to reason with the admitted lower ranked man, but far more dangerous. But he would never admit that he was slightly fearful.
" Are you scared, Colonel?" He leant forward and smirked, his ambers narrowed slightly.
" Are you scared of me, the Crimson alchemist?”
“Of course I'm not scared of you!" He retorts, his own icy blue eyes meeting the Crimson Alchemist's golden mencing gaze with a glare.
“Then what is with the fearful look?" if anything, his own eyes narrowed as his smirk widened. “I haven’t forgotten and i intend to get my end of the deal. After all, equivalent exchange." it was the alchemists creed, what they lived by.
“And if I were to decline your offer right now?" he asked as he eyeed Kimblee. Shifting in his chair, he leant back again.
“I’d come back and keep pestering you for it. Or I could easily turn you into a living bomb... and explode you and leave." he sneers, lifting up his hand to so the deadly array, the threat clear. He smirked as the other mans’ features blanked, and then twisted into a glare.
“We can meet tonight.." Archer trails off.
“Nuh uh. Now. I took the liberty of checking your schedule. You’re free for the next few hours." he is smug, knowing that is only a matter of time before the other caves. One of the joys, he supposes, of having deadly arrays on his hands, is that you tend to get what you want.
“Damn...” Archer growled, getting up from his spot to at least go lock the door. He shivered slightly once the lock clicks into place. Returning to his chair, he gave the alchemist another growl. “And where exactly do you want this?"
“Mmm...” Kimblee smirked and then leant over the desk more and pulled Frank to him. “How about... your desk and I am on top." he says the last bit pointedly, making sure that Archer knew that he meant it.
Archer hissed at being pulled over, his hands bracing against the desk. He understood the words very well. Climbing the rest of the way onto the desk, he pulled Kimblee forward. There he laid claim to his lips in a fierce kiss, drawing a happy purr from the bomber, who snaked and pushed his tongue into the higher ranked's mouth. The taste... It was hot, sweet, addicting. It was Archer and it was his, he decided, he would have more. All that the man had to offer. And he used the kisses to show it.
The higher ranked military man moaned into the kiss opening his mouth wider. He sucked on the tongue that made its way into his mouth. Purring into it, his hands moved hesitantly at first behind the crimson alchemist's head and began to undo the band holding the dark hair together. at the hands on his head, Crimson started to push the other down to his back and straddle him, deepening his kiss. He used his free hand to slide under that shirt and flick at a nipple. he wasn’t going to bother with undressing him proper. Just the pants where going to come off.
Archer hissed as he moved up into the touches on his chest. He ran his hands through the other's hair, moaning into the kiss a little more. His hands moved to mimic Kimblee's actions by sliding his hands underneath the fabric of his shirt to pinch a nipple between his fingers. The mad bomber moaned and then purred, grinding against the other, his other hand moving down to start to undo Archer’s pants.
The blue eyed man hissed, arching up into the hand along his groin in a demanding posture. He slipped his hands out from underneath Kimblee's shirt, starting to rid the alchemist of his pants.
"Mmm~~~" the other moaned, breaking the kiss with a dark purr, pushing the pants down enough for him. “Fuck, you’re big...”
Archer smirked at Kimblee's expression, as he returned the favor by ridding the other completely of his pants, then laid back on the desk. Spreading his legs apart for the mad bomber to get a better view. he was rewarded with a moan from Kimblee, and then the bombers hand rubbing over his cock. He moaned, bucking up into the dangerously arrayed hand, mild fear seeping into the back of his mind at what the other can do with those hands.
"Mmm... you like it, don’t you?" he murmured, licking his own fingers and then moving them down, he was carefull not to let the arrays brush - he didn’t want to explode his fuck buddy now, did he? With a small purr, he eased the finger into the others ass The blue eyed man hisses in discomfort, as he shifts against the finger. He moans louder, tilting his head back on the desk, as he continues to shiver writhing against the other. " Yes.." he anwsers
“Good. " the other mummers, slipping in another finger, again drawing out another hiss as Archer willed himself to relax against the hand.
“Were you always such a tease?" he enquires as he shifts against the fingers.
“Just making sure that I don’t hurt you to much." he said, pushing in the third finger and then starting to stretch him out. Again, he got hisses, the colonel arching against him. Archer started to move his hips in to the fingers, the discomfort soon turning into pleasure as something inside him was brushed.
“That will be my cock soon... Nice feeling, huh?" the bomber purrs to the other. He gains a smirk from Archer as he pulled the alchemist up to him. He claimed his lips again, in a dominating kiss that is short lived. He breaks it after a few minutes staring at Kimblee. “Drawing it out?" he asks
"Mmmmm~~" Kimble moans and then smirks at the other. “What’s the matter... just want it over with?" he thrusts his fingers in an out all the more, rubbing against that spot.
"Nnng. don’t do that!" he demanded in a half moan, as he bucked down against the fingers. He glared half heartedly at Kimblee, as his hips do more of the talking for him.
"Ohh?" he grins, rubbing the spot and then pulling his fingers out. he rubbed his own length a bit more and spat on his hand and used that slick it up the bare minimum. It was crude, but it would do.
“If you liked that, your doing to love this." he purred, rubbing his head against the entrance of the other. Archer lifted himself up, bracing himself for Kimblee's next move. He waited the last few seconds of silence between them, his blue eyes locked with the amber eyes as he nodded to the alchemist to continue. Kimblee grinned and then thrust in all the way. He paused only to let the other get used to him before he started up the steady thrusting.
“Fuck... so tight... possibly the next best thing to making people explode." he groaned.
Frank cried out in pain at first, as he arched completely off the desk. Then laid back down on it, shivering and writhing against Kimblee in a borderline of pleasure induced pain. Kimble moans and then bucks into the others ass with a purr,
“Harder." he demanded, pulling him down for another rough kiss. His hands coursed through the black hair, as he moved to meet the other's thrusts full heartedly. Kimblee purred and dominated the kiss, starting to strike and thrust in harder and faster, a hand snaked down and started to rub at the others cock as well. At the moan that he got, he purred and struck the prostate gland hard.
Archer moaned louder into the kiss, as he bucked up into the hand on his cock. His own hands slipped beneath Kimblee's shirt, and up along the skin. Fingers found their way to the nipples, and pinching them roughly in a teasing manner. This drew a happy, dark purr from the other, and his hand started to play across the others head, smearing the pre-cum allover it.
The blue eyed man cried out loudly again, as he thrust up into the hand on his cock. His own hips moved down to meet the alchemist's thrusts, as he started to bite his lower lip to keep a needy moan from escaping his mouth. He felt close, very close. The long haired man purred and then moved to nip at Archer ear with a purr. His next thrust would send the other of the edge, he new it. Archer let out a cry of pleasure, as he came, spilling his essence between them. He hissed at the feeling it was giving him, and lays back against the desk as exhaustion settles in.
"MMMMM~~~~~" the other moaned, bucking in hard, his own release imminent. It only took a few more thrusts until he came as well. Pulling out, he fell against the other, his hands braced either side of one under him, against the desk.
“Mmm... that was good.”
“Yes.. Yes it was." he moaned out, he did enjoy it. He grinned at an after thought, then excused it as nothing. He collected himself together shifting against the alchemist.
"Mmm...” Kimblee groaned, shifting off the other. He pulled his pants up and then smirked at the other.
“Next week, the same time. make sure this time is free." he gives a dark purr as well making it clear that he expects it to be free. Archer got off the desk, and pulled his own pants up. Arranging his clothes, he brushesd out his hair to look presentable once again. “I might. Now get back to work." he orders.
Kimblee gives a lazy salute and then after taking the time to fix his hair, he wondered off to find some others to scare into doing his own batch of paper work.
He even shut the door again after he left.
I hope that you liked it Dae.
Greed: ;_____; .... * sulks*
