Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Archer/Kimbly
Author: For-chan
Artist: Daeva
Theme: #17 All Those Pieces of You
Warnings: R, genderswitch, explicit imagery
All Those Pieces of You
Kimblee looked at the carefully gathered pile of flesh and entrails in the center of his alchemy circle. One could never be certain if they'd gathered every piece after an explosion like the one that took out Frank. He added a few extra elements to compensate. A whimper drew his attention and he glanced off at the girl gagged and bound beside the circle. He nudged her with his foot. "Quiet down. I need to concentrate for this."
His eyes traced the intricate circle that he'd painted on the floor. It was far more involved than the simple circles on his hands that he used to cause explosions. In a way, the simple circles reflected the lack of thought that went into his usual brand of alchemy. Sometimes he blew things up without thinking. Sometimes his anger, his madness, got the better of him and the next thing he knew, the familiar spray of blood erupted in front of him. That familiar boom filled his ears and the smell of burnt flesh and fresh blood filled the air.
That's what happened to Frank. They had argued over something. He couldn't even remember what, but they'd fought. Frank had hit him, slapped him across the face angrily. Without thinking, Kimblee had clapped and pushed his palms against Frank's chest, shoving him away. His eyes had been just as wide as Frank's when the explosion ripped him open. Kimblee cursed as the gore splattered against him. He stumbled forward, falling to his knees beside the two separate pieces of Frank.
Theirs was a rocky relationship full of power struggles and acid tones, but he never wanted the other man dead. No matter how volatile they got, no matter what words were spat out, somewhere in hearts that were hard and dark, they harbored something that resembled love. It might not be love, since Kimblee couldn't really claim to know what it was all about, but there was definitely something there that made his pulse hammer every now and then and his palms sweat. Every once in a while, Frank would do or say something that made him smile. Not one of his deadly smiles, but a softer, more unfamiliar, yet more genuine expression. So while he couldn't say for certain that he loved him, he craved him, was addicted to him, needed him. Needed him alive. He began to push the slick pieces of flesh and organ back into whichever half they seemed to leak out of as his mind raced, frantically reviewing the theories of human transmutation.
It has only taken him a few hours to get things ready. The body had yet to stiffen by the time he had sketched out the circle and found a suitable sacrifice. She resembled Frank. The short brown hair, brilliant blue eyes, pale white skin and cheekbones that had been chiseled from fine bone china made him wonder if she wasn't some how related to Frank. The way she'd walked by as if everything was below her notice, as if she was out of the world's reach, that was why he'd picked her. She was perfect for his purpose. Now, he had only to repair the body and affix the soul.
He clapped his hands, touching the intricate circle and watching it glow. The pieces of Frank came together, leaving him as whole and complete as Kimblee was used to. Satisfied, Kimblee took out a knife. He slid it across the girl's arm as she screamed behind her gag, struggling and staring at him with pleading eyes. Kimblee ignored her as he dipped his finger into her blood and began to paint arrays on her forehead and arms. As an afterthought, he tore her dress open and painted them across her chest. He watched, fascinated as nipples hardened beneath his fingers, but he wouldn't be distracted from his ultimate goal. He repeated the process on Frank, frowning at the difference between the girl's soft warm flesh and Frank's disturbing cool flesh. Shaking his head, he double checked his arrays to make sure that everything was perfect.
Satisfied, he stepped back and pulled out his secret weapon, an imperfect philosopher's stone that he had stolen from headquarters. He had all the components together now. A whole body, a human sacrifice, and a philosopher's stone. A shiver traveled down his spine as he thought about the transmutation that was about to take place. Where others had failed, he was determined to succeed. He would successfully bring Frank back to life, he just knew it. Clenching the stone tightly, Kimblee touched the girl and the alchemy circle on the floor.
Light flared up from the circle and grew too painful to watch. He closed his eyes, temporarily blinded by the alchemy's brilliance. When the sparkle of stars faded from his eyes, he opened his eyes. The room was gone. Around him was only one long expanse of white in every direction. The body of the girl and his lover were stretched out beside him. Before him was a large gate made of wood and stone. As he studied it, the doors creaked open, revealing blackness within. Kimblee peered into it, watching as eyes blinked open and stared out at him. One pair, looked so familiar, so cold and angry. Kimblee licked his lips and shivered.
"I want him back," he told the eyes. "I brought a sacrifice."
The eyes blinked at him. Kimblee waited. The eyes continued blinking. Then small black arms flicked out like whips and wrapped themselves around Frank's body and pulled him towards the gate's blackness.
"Wait!" Kimblee shouted, reaching out to stop them. A long thin arm slapped across his hand and he recoiled as his entire arm burned at the touch. "Don't take him! Take her!" He jabbed his finger at the girl.
Mouths appeared, not to speak, but to laugh at him as Frank's body was swallowed by the abyss.
"Give him back dammit!" Kimblee howled.
The mouths smirked and the gate slammed shut. Light flared and Kimblee felt himself pushed back down to earth. Dazed, he laid on the floor in the middle of the blood smeared circle, staring at the girl beside him. She glared back. Alive, she was still alive and Frank was gone. Kimblee pushed himself up, staggering to his feet. She lashed out, her bound feet shooting out to trip him. He collapsed to the floor, landing heavily on top of her. Kimblee pushed himself back and angrily slapped her. Her face jerked to the side, the gag loosening. She spit it out.
"What the hell did you do?" She demanded acidly.
Kimblee paused, surprised at the harsh quality of her sweet voice.
"Don't just stare you idiot! Untie me! Tell me what's going on!"
A thought slowly worked its way into Kimblee's head. Was it possible...did that gate really...?
"Untie me now Kimblee!"
"Frank?"
The End
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"You've been a bad bad boy," Archer said, running the riding crop down Kimblee's chest.
"Yes Madame Fuhrer," Kimblee choked out hoarsely, watching her with wide gold eyes.
"And you know what happens to bad boys right?" The crop snapped across his chest, causing him to wince.
"Yes Madame Fuhrer!"
"Are you ready to face the consequences?" Archer smiled down at the man bound to her bed.
"Yes Madame Fuhrer! Please punish me!"
"Well, since you asked so nicely."
"Darling. Time to wake up." The sound of Kimblee's voice purring in her ear woke her immedietly. Archer's eyes snapped open. She looked up sleepily into Kimblee's golden stare. "It's time to get going. You have a big day ahead of you Madame Fuhrer." Kimblee grinned as he leaned back.
Archer sat up, stretching out and sighing at the feel of the silk nightgown sliding over her breasts. She glanced over at Kimblee, who sat on the bed transfixed. No matter how much time passed, Kimblee was continually taken with her female form. Of course, their relationship had never been based on gender, but rather it was based on control, and she was the one who was in control. Kimblee, on the other hand, looked ready to pounce. She reached out her well manicured hand and took his chin firmly in hand.
"None of that. Like you said, I have a big day ahead." Her voice still soft with sleep. Kimblee called it her sex voice. "But tonight," she continued with a purr, "tonight I have big plans for you."
She was pleased by the way his eyes widened and his body shivered. With a grin, she leaned in, just barely brushing her lips against his. Just as he began to reach for her, she slid off the bed, sashaying across the room to get ready for her inauguration as Fuhrer. Behind her, Kimblee collapsed on the bed and groaned. Not only was it going to be a long day, but he was in for a long night as well.
Owari
THE END