Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Kimbly/Archer
Author: For-Chan
Artist: Daeva
Theme: #1 Blinded by the Light
Warnings: NC-17, Mind Control, Yaoi, Explicit Imagery

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Blinded by the Light

The difference in the apartment was obvious from the moment he opened the door. There was nothing that he could nail down and say "This, this is what's wrong," but his senses were at full alert, warning him that something wasn't right. Frank Archer was not a man who had gotten into the position he was in by ignoring his instincts. He drew his gun and silently moved down the hallway. Nothing was out of place, at least, nothing out of the ordinary. Kimblee's meager possessions stood out sharply beside his own. It had always been jarring for him to walk in and see someone else's belongings sitting beside his own as if they had the right to be there. His little contract with Kimblee was the closest thing he'd had to a relationship in longer than he cared to remember. But the usual oddness of the situation was tainted by that thing he just couldn't put his finger on. It was at the bedroom door that everything clicked. He pushed the door open to see two bodies lying in the bed and his eyes narrowed.

"Archy. You're home early." Kimblee said, looking up at him from the rumpled nest of blankets. There, in the middle of his bed, Kimblee was curled up intimately next to a sleepy, well-fucked looking young man. Two military uniforms were strewn across the floor and the smell of sweat and sex was heavy in the air.

"Or just in time." Archer glared at the young man lying beside the alchemist.

Kimblee shrugged, running his hand through the younger man's hair. "You missed the show."

"What a pity."

"Yeah. I was just giving Alex a few helpful lessons on body chemistry. It was pretty fucking hot." Kimblee smirked. He leaned over and kissed his bedmate. "You should run along now darling. Archy and I are about to fight."

The young man nodded as he climbed out of the bed and pulled on his uniform. He nervously approached Archer to pick up his jacket off the floor. He was obviously a new recruit that Kimblee had managed to coax into bed. People who had been around for a while knew enough about Kimblee to steer well clear of him. Archer turned his attention to the bastard stretched across his sheets.

"Care to explain this?" He asked, motioning the gun to the younger man, who shied away, looking towards Kimblee helplessly.

"You're scaring him. Just let him out and I'll do all the explaining that you want."

Archer stepped into the room and looked from the young soldier to the door pointedly. He caught on quickly as he walked nervously from the room. Once he was gone, Archer looked back at Kimblee.

"What? I was just having a little fun." He stretched, reaching high over his shoulders as he arched his back.

"I can see that," Archer growled. "But that wasn't part of our agreement."

Kimblee shrugged. "I'm tired of our agreement. It's not very satisfying."

"Satisfying or not, you agreed to it."

"Well, I changed my mind. The terms are too one sided. You benefit more than I do. It seems just a little unfair to me. I was thinking that maybe it was time to renegotiate."

"Renegotiate? What is there to renegotiate? I cleared your records and took you back into the military when you were a wanted criminal. I prevented your execution. I saved your life! All I ask in return is your service."

"And that's my problem." Kimblee said, sitting up. "You want my service. I get to be your dog, your bitch, and what do I get? A life of no benefits! What's the point of living when I can't blow people up when they annoy me and I can't fuck who I want. I only get fucked by you. At least with Greed, he gave as much as he took."

"Don't speak of him," Archer snapped angrily.

Kimblee smirked. "What's the matter? Jealous Archy?"

"I don't care to be compared to that monstrosity."

"You're not exactly a saint yourself. After all, when you make a deal with me, you might as well be dealing with the devil directly." Kimblee smiled as he got out of bed and moved towards Archer.

"Being a saint won't get me where I want to go."

"Neither will denying me. All I'm asking is for a piece of your pretty ass Archy." He stalked towards Archer, grinning slyly.

"You will take what I give you." Archer growled, raising his gun to Kimblee's chest.

"That's not what I want to hear." Kimblee put out his hand, caressing the gun and the hand holding it.

"That's all you're going to hear," Archer snapped, jerking his hand away.

"C'mon baby. All I'm asking is for a little quality time with you. I want you on your back, legs spread, screaming my name when I pound into you. I want you bent over the desk, digging your fingernails into the wood as we rattle the paperweights. I want you pressed against the bathroom wall with your pants around your ankles so you can feel the cold tiles when I thrust. I want to be in you, pumping your cock with my fist for once. I'm tired of being the bitch. I just want a little reciprocation here Archy."

Archer ground his teeth as he glared at Kimblee. The man was completely ungrateful and disgustingly irreverent. He never called Archer by his title. He never acknowledged him as his superior. He always used that stupid nickname and nothing would break him of the habit. Nothing Archer tried would get Kimblee to bend completely to his will.

"You're so uptight. I bet you'd feel good around my cock." Kimblee grabbed Archer's ass, tugging the man towards him.

Archer jerked back, his gun snapping up to press into Kimblee's bare chest. "Must you always be so crude?" Archer snarled. "You're only as good as your ability to follow orders. If you can't keep your dick out of the new recruits and your mind on the mission, I don't need you. I have other alchemists."

Kimblee snorted. "You call Tucker an Alchemist? He's a sham. His two greatest creations were fucked up fusions of his family and their pets. He turned himself into a fucking monster because he doesn't know what the hell he's doing. And I highly doubt you want to fuck around with him in bed. Unless you're into that bestiality shit."

"You're a monster even without the fuck ups. You blow people up. It's handy, but it's hardly art. What are your greatest accomplishments Kimblee? You blow things up and you ended up in jail. Very impressive if I do say so." Archer sneered.

Kimblee frowned, his golden eyes narrowing. "Don't test me Archy. You never saw the full extent of what I can do. We went to war. You stayed behind to brown nose your way up the ladder. But even you should know better than to push me. I'm a very dangerous man."

"Don't worry about me. I might not have been to war, but I know how to handle myself just fine." Archer pressed his gun further into Kimblee's shoulder.

"Do you want to test it? So far, you've only seen a small portion of what I can do. You just assumed that all I can do is blow things up. Didn't it occur to you to dig deeper? Don't you want to know my true abilities? I blow things up because it's fun, but there are other, more interesting things, that I can do to you besides making you go boom."

Archer raised his eyebrow. "You've been holding out on me?"

Kimblee shrugged. "You've been holding out on me. I like to hold my cards close."

"What else can you do then?"

Kimblee raised his hand. "Ah ah ah." He waved his finger. "I'm an Alchemist. We deal with equal exchange. I'll share my little secret if you give me what I want."

"I'm not an alchemist, I'm your superior officer and I am ordering you to tell me."

"Sorry, but it just doesn't work that way."

Archer growled. "And if I pull the trigger?"

"Go ahead and try it. You'll find it a little harder than you anticipated." Kimblee smirked.

With blue eyes flashing, Archer pulled the trigger. It didn't move. He pulled harder with no result. "What the hell did you do?" He demanded.

"Just made a few adjustments," Kimblee said, grabbing the useless gun and pushing it back towards Archer. Archer ripped the gun away, and swung it at Kimblee. The butt of the pistol connected with Kimblee's temple. Kimblee stumbled and wavered. He had to fight to keep his feet. Archer watched him, ready to attack again if necessary.

Kimblee slowly raised his head, his gold eyes flashing menacingly. "You're going to regret that," he hissed.

"I highly doubt that." Archer took a ready stance, waiting for Kimblee's next move.

Kimblee didn't reply. He leaped forward with surprising speed. Archer swung out with the useless gun. Kimblee caught it and pushed it back towards Archer before leaping away. The gun's explosion took Archer by surprise. He staggered back as it exploded inches from his face. The light was blinding. The pain in his hand was excruciating. He barely managed to stay on his feet as he tried to blink away the blackness that had swallowed up his vision.

"See," Kimblee purred from somewhere nearby. "I told you you'd regret that. You'll be lucky if they save that lovely hand of yours." Archer felt Kimblee's hands on his arm. The sounds of his own harsh breathing, the smell of his own blood and burnt flesh, the taste of smoke and bile on his tongue, and the searing pain that shot through him blended and jumbled and faded as the darkness of his vision swallowed the rest of his senses.

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"Here we go. Home sweet home." Kimblee announced as he opened the apartment door.

Archer winced at the sound of the doorknob hitting the wall. He took a tentative step forward and stopped. He could hear Kimblee standing just behind him. He could smell the strange scent of ozone and pine soap that lingered around Kimblee. He could sense his presence but not being able to see him or the room was unsettling. The ride home had seemed surreal, but in familiar territory, things were starting to hit home.

"Do you need me to lead the way?" Kimblee asked, taking Archer's arm.

"So you can lead me off a cliff?" He attempted to remove his arm from Kimblee's grasp and failed. Scowling in defeat, he let Kimblee lead him forward. Knowing Kimblee, the bastard probably rearranged the furniture just so he'd trip on it if he attempted to move around by himself. That little explosion of his had nearly cost him his hand. He was lucky that they had been able to reconstruct it. It wasn't as strong as it had been before and he still had a lot of rehabilitation to go through, but he would soon regain better use of that hand.

The same could not be said for his vision. The explosion had left some burns on his face, but the worst of the damage was his blindness. They told him that he would never be able to see again. It hadn't really sunk in until Kimblee came to the hospital this morning to pick him up. He'd had to help him dress and fill out all of paperwork for him before leading him outside with an arm wrapped around his waist. Being lead around like a child was humiliating. Though he couldn't see, he could just imagine the looks that they received. After all, the bandages had long since been removed from his face. To the rest of the world, he looked like a perfectly sighted individual. There were no cataracts or milky films over his eyes to give away his sudden blind status. With the exception of the bandages that still wrapped his hand and some light discoloration on his face from the burns, he looked like he always did, but his entire life had been changed.

Kimblee ignored Archer's comment, instead cheerfully forging on. "It's your first day home. I think it's time to celebrate myself."

"Whose fault is it that I ended up in the hospital!" Archer yelled.

"No one's fault but your own baby."

Archer didn't get a chance to reply as he tripped over something solid and pitched forward. Kimblee caught him and hauled him back to his feet. "What the hell was that?" Archer demanded.

"A stool. Guess I forgot to put it away."

"What did you have a stool out for?"

"I was putting up the welcome home banner, but I guess it doesn't really matter since you can't see it."

Archer could hear the smirk in his voice and wished for nothing more than to tear it off. "Are there any more little surprises that I should know about? I'd prefer not to go back to the hospital tonight for a broken arm."

Kimblee pulled him close. "Don't worry baby. I cleaned up special just for you. Everything will be just like you left it."

"Even the man in my bed?"

"Alex? Nah, he was just a fling. Haven't seen him since he left."

"Ah, then someone else perhaps?"

"No. Alex was fun, but he really was just a fling. I was thinking, now that you're a little helpless, it's the perfect time for those renegotiations I was talking about."

"We're not renegotiating." Archer snapped, pushing Kimblee away from him.

Kimblee followed pushing Archer, who bumped into an end table, rattling the lamp that sat on it. "Your situation is different now baby. You're blind. You're dependent on me." Kimblee grabbed his bandaged hand. "Those medical alchemists did such a great job with your hand." He pulled Archer towards him. "Just imagine what a devoted lover could do for your eyes," he whispered, brushing his lips over Archer's eyelids.

Archer froze. "That can't be...they said it was permanent."

"Medical Alchemy is such an interesting field, but it's very underutilized in this country. Amestris is obsessively focused on alchemy for military use, but in other countries, like Xing, alchemy is used in many other ways. I can do more things with alchemy than blow people up."

Archer gripped Kimblee's arms. "Can you really fix this?" He demanded.

"Maybe," Kimblee purred. "But that all depends on you. Will you renegotiate? Will you give me what I want?"

Archer's hands tightened. He glared blindly at the man before him. Could he set aside his pride to see again? The answer was obvious. Yes, he could. He was a proud man, but being blind was more of a blow to that pride than giving into Kimblee's carnal desires. Kimblee was attractive in his own feral way and Archer would be lying if he said he didn't desire the man, but by renegotiating with Kimblee, he was allowing what little control he had over the man to slip out of his grasp.

"Well?" Kimblee asked stroking his cheek.

Archer bowed his head. "Yes."

"Excellent," Kimblee hissed. He took Archer's arm and steered him down the hallway. Kimblee had him laid flat on the bed before he had a chance to protest. Kimblee settled over him and kissed him firmly. Archer pushed at him, but Kimblee pressed his arms down onto the mattress. "Don't push me away. This time, you're going to let me in," Kimblee said. He kissed him again, forcing his tongue into Archer's mouth. Again, Archer struggled, his tongue pushing against Kimblee's, but even he knew that it was more of a token struggle than an honest effort to escape.

Kimblee pulled back and began to unbutton Archer's shirt. As he parted the material, he leaned in, kissing and nipping at the pale skin he revealed. Archer winced, thinking of the dark love bites that Kimblee was surely leaving behind. Kimblee veered off and licked at his nipple. Archer held in a quiet gasp. He wasn't one to get into such foreplay, but it looked like Kimblee was going to take it all the way. Kimblee sucked the nipple into his mouth, pinching it with his teeth and Archer's breathing sped up. Kimblee left a wet trail across his chest as he moved to the other, giving it the same abuse. He bit him and Archer jerked up.

"Your body is sensitive," Kimblee chuckled, kissing the bite marks he'd left. "I like how your skin shivers and tightens under my touch."

Archer thought about replying, but didn't bother. He didn't need to provoke Kimblee further. He wasn't going to give the alchemist that pleasure, but he would bear the pleasure the other man was giving him as quietly as possible.

"You're going to be stubborn aren't you?" Kimblee ran his fingers down Archer's sides, making him shiver. "That's fine. I wouldn't expect anything less. I like that about you. You're a proud bastard. You're going to try and hold out. It just makes it more rewarding in the end when you give into me," Kimblee purred. He ran his tongue around Archer's navel, making love to the small indent. He moaned for effect and Archer couldn't help the stuttered sigh that crossed his lips.

With the shirt fully unbuttoned and pushed out of the way, Kimblee went to work on Archer's pants. He unbuttoned them, dragging the zipper down slowly. "I love that sound," he commented. "Zippers are full of such promise. When I hear them go down, I get excited."

"That's because you'll sleep with anyone who drops their pants."

Kimblee laughed. "Maybe." He started to slide Archer's pants down. "Lift your hips baby."

Reluctantly, Archer complied, lifting up for the pants to be dragged down to his ankles. Kimblee tugged his shoes and socks off and then pushed the pants to the floor. Kimblee hadn't bothered to bring Archer underwear when he picked him up from the hospital. Archer hadn't commented. Kimblee was a man who believed in easy access. As such, underwear was not something he bothered to include in his wardrobe. Archer wore them though and the fact that Kimblee didn't bring him a full set of clothes complete with briefs and undershirt told him that it was more than just forgetfulness. It was a strategic move on the alchemist's part. Unfortunately, Archer had underestimated Kimblee. He hadn't seen his calculating side until too late.

"Lift again," Kimblee instructed. He put his hand under Archer and held him up as he pushed a pillow under his hips. Kimblee guided his hips down. "Your skin is so pale. It's like those novels where the girls all have creamy thighs." Kimblee ran his hands over Archer's thighs.

Archer glared. "Are you comparing me to a woman?"

"Of course not. It's hard to make that kind of mistake," he replied, running his fingers over Archer's cock.

Archer frowned as Kimblee stroked him gently, his warm hand sliding over his skin. Kimblee withdrew, his weight shifting off of the bed. The whisper of clothes hitting the floor told Archer what the other man was doing. Kimblee walked around the bed and Archer heard him open the dresser drawer. Kimblee returned and put his hands on Archer's thighs. He pushed them apart, making room for him to settle between them. "You're so fucking hot like that," Kimblee purred, running his hands up Archer's thighs.

Archer fought back a blush that threatened to stain his cheeks. Only Kimblee could make him feel like an idiot school girl with his stupid sappy words. It wasn't like he was a blushing virgin. He just preferred being on top, but no matter which position he was in, there was never so much touching involved. There was never this talking that Kimblee insisted on. Of the other men that Archer had been with, they'd just fuck and go their separate ways, but even now Kimblee wouldn't allow him that quick sense of detachment. He had to torture him with his touch and his voice.

Kimblee moved and Archer gasped as the man's tongue slid over his cock. He licked up his cock pushing his nose into the the warm thatch of dark hair. "It's soft here," Kimblee murmured, nuzzling him. "It's really silky. I just want to pet you and run my fingers through it. Hell, I want to run my tongue through it."

Archer shivered. "Shut up," he gasped, startled at how rough his own voice sounded.

"No," Kimblee replied. "I want you to hear me and feel me. I want you to smell me and taste me. I want you to know that it's me. Just because you can't see me, doesn't mean you can escape me. I'm going to make you mine. That's part of the renegotiation. I will be yours, but only if you're mine."

"How romantic," Archer muttered.

Kimblee chuckled as he returned to torturing Archer with his tongue. Hot breath and warm saliva trailed over his skin and Archer panted quietly. He was already half hard and Kimblee's ministrations were slowly coaxing his cock into a full erection. Lapping at him sloppily, Kimblee sucked him into his mouth, sliding his lips down over Archer and encasing him in his mouth. A small moan caught in the back of Archer's throat as his head jerked back. Archer could feel Kimblee's lips curl up as the man slowly pulled back, sucking hard. There was a wet pop as Kimblee released him. The man licked at the head of his erection and drew him back in again.

Archer found himself lost in the sensations. Kimblee was drawing it out. Every action was slow and deliberate. Each sound he made, each touch that he gave, each was designed to drive Archer mad and he was succeeding. Archer was lost in the feel of Kimblee's mouth. The dancing of his deadly fingers over skin faded in and out as they moved from his thighs to his balls and slid down the sensitive crease of his ass. Kimblee drew back, his own breathing loud in the quiet room. Archer heard him lick his lips. "You taste a little bitter, but I guess that comes with the package," he commented running his fingers through Archer's pubic hair, teasing the damp base of his cock.

Archer groaned softly, his hips straining forward as Kimblee's touch faded. The pop of a plastic cap startled him. The cool liquid suddenly dripping down his cock made him gasp. Kimblee reached out and smeared the lube over Archer's cock, and down the crease of his ass. A slick finger pushed at his entrance, circling and teasing the tight muscles there. "I can tell you're gonna feel good," Kimblee purred. "These muscles," he said them prodding with his finger, "they're so tight. But don't worry. I'll stretch you nice and slow. I'll start with just one finger." He carefully pushed his finger inside, twisting it gently, stroking the skin the clamped around him. "I'll lube it real good, sliding in and out." More lube dripped down Archer's cock and slid down to meet Kimblee's hand. Kimblee began to slowly work his finger in Archer.

"How's that feel baby?" He brushed his finger across Archer's prostate. Archer panted helplessly. He could feel the hot blush splashed across his cheeks as he licked his dry lips. "Feels good? You like that. Mmm, have another," he murmured, slowly pushing another finger inside.

Archer wasn't sure which was worse, Kimblee's wicked words or his fingers. The damn alchemist had managed to expertly work him into a frenzy. His whole body was inflamed and working against him. It was as if his body had allied itself with Kimblee and the pleasure he provided while his mind was left in a muddle of sensation, wanting to join his body in it's abandon, but holding back.

"Here comes the next one," Kimblee warned. "Open up for me." He pushed in a third finger and began to gently stretch him out. More lube was added, more saccharine sweet words were whispered, but Archer was loosing himself. His hand crept down towards his hip. He was so hot. He needed release. He needed to touch himself. He needed Kimblee to touch him. He reached out, but his hand was captured. "No, that's my job. You just keep making those sweet noises for me," Kimblee said, pressing a kiss to his hand. Archer let loose frustrated whimper and Kimblee chuckled. "Your body knows what it wants. Why don't you tell me."

Archer bit his lip, turning his head into the pillow. Kimblee's fingers withdrew from him. He held in another groan. Kimblee shifted. His weight moved, his heat settling over Archer. Kimblee's hand grabbed Archer's chin, pulling their faces together. Warm lips clashed with his. Archer tried to close his mouth, but Kimblee pressed his finger into Archer's jaw.

"Don't start fighting now. You want me in there. You need me in there. You won't admit it, but your body knows that you're mine." Kimblee kissed him, pressing forward, his cock rubbing against Archer's. "All you have to do is say you want me."

Archer growled, biting at Kimblee's tongue, his hips thrusting against him.

Kimblee pulled back. "Oh no you don't." Archer felt the sheets slither up and wrap themselves tightly around his wrists, pulling them up above his head. Kimblee moved, sliding off of Archer and off of the bed. "I told you, all you have to do is say you want me. Until then, you can just stay like that."

"Bastard," Archer spat.

"Maybe. But at least I'm an honest bastard," Kimblee replied, his voice moving towards the end of the bed. Archer heard the scrape of a chair across the floor. A moment later, Kimblee's hands were on his legs, pushing them open, leaving him exposed. Before he could move them, another burst of alchemy had him trapped. "Beautiful," Kimblee announced. Archer could hear him settling into the chair. He heard the pop of the lube bottle.

"What are you doing?"

"Mmm. I'm just enjoying the view," Kimblee replied. Archer could hear the faint rhythmic pumping of Kimblee masturbating. He tried to pull his legs closed, straining against the sheets. "So fucking hot," Kimblee moaned. Archer shivered. "Of course, I'd rather be inside you, but I can't complain about the pretty picture you make. Seeing you helpless like makes me want to fuck you senseless."

"Then just fuck me already," Archer growled in frustration.

"Oh no. I already told you what you had to do. Just say the magic words and I'm all yours. Until then, this pleasure is all one sided."

"Fuck you!" Archer strained against the sheets once more.

"Maybe next time, if you're good." Kimblee chuckled. "I still want you to fuck me, but I want to fuck you too. I know you like it. I know you want it. Now just admit it and we can get what we both want."

Archer kept stubbornly silent. Kimblee remained ardently vocal, shamelessly moaning and sighing. Archer squirmed in his bonds. If Kimblee's touching was torture, his lack of touching was sheer hell. He wanted the man's hands back on him. He wanted him touching him. He wanted his words raining over him. Damn it, he just wanted him! Kimblee moaned loudly and Archer tossed his pride out completely.

"I want you!" Archer yelled, hoarsely. "I want you! I want you to fuck me."

"Oh? What's the magic word?"

"Please!" Archer added, not caring what he said at this point, as long as he got what he wanted. "Please, I want you."

"Perfect." Kimblee sighed. "That's just what I wanted to hear." The chair squeaked and Kimblee crawled onto the bed. The sheets retreated, freeing Archer's arms and legs. Kimblee's hands slid up Archer's legs, keeping them parted as he moved between them. Kimblee touched his ass and a moment later, he could feel Kimblee's cock pushing against him.

"Yes," he urged, moving his hips.

"Fuck," Kimblee muttered as he pushed into Archer.

Archer gasped, his muscles tightening around Kimblee.

"Fuck. You're so tight." Kimblee gasped. "So fucking perfect," he growled, thrusting forward. He leaned in, pressing a hard kiss to Archer's mouth.

Archer kissed back hungrily, his tongue seeking Kimblee's. He was past the stubborn pride holding him back. Now, he just needed Kimblee. He kissed him desperately.

Kimblee moaned, breaking the kiss. "Fuck," he muttered again.

"Yes. Fuck me," Archer demanded, pushing up again. Kimblee had driven him to madness. His body was on fire. His nerves sizzled. He wanted him closer. He reached up, wrapping his arms around Kimblee and dragging him closer, kissing him hard. Why had he waited to do this? He couldn't remember anymore. The feeling of Kimblee entering and withdrawing, driving into him, driving his breath out of him. It was more than he imagined, something he hadn't bothered to imagine and now it was all he wanted. Having Kimblee there, solid, sweating, panting, thrusting, it was overwhelming. Archer moaned, his own thoughts now completely aligned with Kimblee, only heightening his frenzied desire.

Kimblee pulled out of the kiss. He buried his face in Archer's neck, panting heavily in his ear. "You're so hot," he muttered, sucking at the sweat on Archer's neck. "You get into it well."

Archer tugged at Kimblee's hair. He wanted to stop Kimblee's words, the ones the crawled inside of him and fanned the flames. He couldn't get any hotter. He would burn up at this rate. He was already burning. He couldn't take much more.

Kimblee pulled back. Archer felt his weight shift as his hand was planted at Archer's side. His other hand brushed over Archer's face and his lips gently kissed his closed eyelids. "Open your eyes," he whispered, thrusting forward.

Archer moaned.

Kimblee thrust again. "C'mon. Open your eyes."

He didn't know when his eyes had closed. He couldn't tell the difference between open and closed anymore. It was always the same. Kimblee growled and Archer let his eyelids drift open. For the first time in weeks, he was able to see Kimblee's face. His vision was slightly blurry, but he was able to see the alchemist's flushed cheeks and the hazy halo around Kimblee's head from the overhead light. Kimblee grinned as he thrust, dragging another moan from Archer.

"What do you see?" Kimblee asked, staring into his eyes.

Archer panted. "You."

"Was it worth it?"

Archer dug his nails into Kimblee's back. As far gone as he was, he realized that his answer would come back to haunt him later. Kimblee did not tolerate his silence. The alchemist grabbed Archer's shoulders, pulling him up towards him. Archer gasped at the change of angles. Kimblee continued to drag him up, shifting their weight until he rested on his knees. Archer groaned, holding onto Kimblee tightly as he settled into the new position.

Kimblee thrust up and Archer moaned. "Was it worth it?" he repeated, thrusting hard.

Archer hissed. "Yes!"

"Good," Kimblee said. "Remember that. Remember this feeling. I'm going to give it to you again and again." His words were punctuated by hard thrusts of his hips that rocked Archer's body. Archer moaned helplessly, his head thrown back as his body was wracked with pleasure. "Now come for me baby," Kimblee hissed, holding Archer's hips, pulling them down with each brutal thrust.

Archer cried out, shaking his head. He clamped around Kimblee, unable to resist against his onslaught of words and pleasure. He whimpered, coming hard as Kimblee commanded. He tugged Kimblee closer, desperately trying to drag him down with him.

"Yes. That's it baby," Kimblee groaned, rocking into Archer. He bit Archer's shoulder as he came, his body tightening and surging and sagging in relief. Archer had already melted against him, panting. He moaned again as Kimblee continued rocking his hips sending little aftershocks of pleasure shooting up his spine. Kimblee moaned as he slowly stopped moving.

They rested against each other, panting heavily. As their breathing evened out, Kimblee pitched forward. Archer gasped as he fell backwards, clinging to Kimblee. Kimblee's weight drove the air right out of his lungs and the sudden thrust into him made him gasp.

"Get off of me," Archer demanded as he caught his breath.

Kimblee chuckled, as he slowly pulled out of Archer and rolled off to the side. "Already you're so demanding." He reached out, running his fingers down Archer's face. "How are your eyes?"

Archer closed them, turning his face away. "Fine."

"And how's your ass?" Kimblee asked, grabbing him and dragging him closer.

"Fine," Archer snapped. His eyes widened as Kimblee pushed his fingers into him.

"Mmm, yeah, everything feels good in there." Archer glared, shifting into Kimblee, but away from his fingers. Kimblee disregarded his glare, smiling instead. "It's good to have you home, even if you're a grumpy bastard."

"I wouldn't be so grumpy if you were so damn infuriating."

Kimblee shook his head. "No, you'd be uptight and grumpy no matter what. But don't worry, I fully intend to loosen you up." He spread his fingers, pulling an indignant squawk from Archer. "Still tight, but we'll work on that," he promised as he silenced Archer with a kiss.

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