Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Archer/Kimbly
Author: For-chan
Artist: Daeva
Theme: #12 The Last Line in the Sand
Warnings: NC-17, Yaoi, Character's death
The Last Line in the Sand
"You do realize that we have a meeting to go to, right?"
"I know, I just..." Kimblee panted as he looked over his shoulder. He was standing against the bathroom wall with his pants down, legs spread, and his fingers holding himself open as he looked at Archer desperately.
"We were supposed to be making ourselves presentable, not mussing ourselves up further." Despite his words, he already had his pants undone and his cock in his hand as he stroked it slowly.
"I know, I just want you." Kimblee's voice was hoarse with need and frustration.
Archer laughed. Kimblee was so easy to arouse. His sex life had never been so chaotic and satisfying before he had picked up the alchemist. Now, he found himself being pulled into supply closets and taking frequent "bathroom breaks" just to quell Kimblee's hunger. He had taken to carrying a small tube of lubricant in his pocket to accommodate Kimblee's needs. He put it to good use now as he rubbed the liquid over his arousal. Despite the rumors about dropping the soap in prison, it seemed that nobody had been brave enough to touch the Crimson Alchemist and now the man was making up for lost time.
Archer stepped forward, putting his hand on Kimblee's lower back and the man sighed. He moved Kimblee's hands as he took a hold of his ass. He rubbed himself against Kimblee teasingly and the alchemist moaned, pushing back. Chuckling, Archer began to push into him, letting loose a sigh of his own as Kimblee tightened around him.
Kimblee rested his forehead on the cool tiles of the restroom wall. He relaxed as Archer finally gave him what he wanted. Sometimes, he could tease him for hours, but not at work. It had taken him a while just to get Archer to fuck him at work. Their first few quickies hadn't been very satisfying, but Archer was quickly warming up to the idea of sneaking away for a quick fuck in a quite corner. Kimblee couldn't be happier. Sometimes, like now, it was hard to contain his enthusiasm. They were supposed to be getting ready to have a meeting with some important superiors, but watching Archer further perfect his flawless image made him hard. It made him want him.
The fact that Frank was willing to stop and play with him and risk being late for an important meeting showed that he'd come a long way in their relationship. If there was one thing that Archer was adamant about, it was his career. While Kimblee had introduced the concept of quickies at work, it was a different story if there was work to be done. Work came first for Archer. Little by little, Kimblee found himself creeping up the priority list. Today proved that he'd made it to the top of the list. He couldn't be happier that he'd been chosen over Frank's good military dog image.
Archer began thrusting and Kimblee let his thoughts float away as he readily lost himself in the pleasure his lover was giving him. Each thrust was quick and precise, pushing against his prostate so deliciously. Kimblee moaned, dropping his hand to touch himself. He began to stroke in time to Archer's movements and soon his breath was catching in his throat as the sensations built up inside of him. Archer gripped his hips tightly as he sped up, his own breath harsh and damp against Kimblee's shoulder. He felt Archer's lips and tongue as he lapped at the skin.
"Please," Kimblee managed to gasp softly as it all became overwhelming. Archer reached around, his hand tangling with Kimblee's as he helped to stroke his weeping erection. Kimblee whimpered as Archer pushed harder, up and in, pounding him with waves of pleasure until he could do nothing but gasp as he came over their hands. His body tightened around Archer, but still he moved and Kimblee panted as he rode out the movements, pushing back as they brought sparks of ecstasy with them. Finally, Frank hissed and Kimblee could feel his release.
They leaned against each other for a minute before Archer drew back. As he pulled away, Kimblee felt a handkerchief cleaning him off. Archer carefully cleaned them both before tossing his handkerchief in the trash. Kimblee made a silent note to get him some new ones. Warm hands turned Kimblee from where he still rested on the bathroom wall. Frank shook his head as he reached down to tug Kimblee's pants up. Archer was already looking the part of the flawless soldier and, again, Kimblee had to wonder how he did it. As Archer fastened Kimblee's pants, he leaned in and captured his lips. It was a brief kiss with a quick slip of tongue that left Kimblee wanting more, but Archer drew away.
He tugged on a lock of Kimblee's hair. "You're going to have to fix this again."
Kimblee made a face as he turned and caught a reflection of himself in the mirror. In direct contrast to Archer's flawless image, he was a mess. His uniform was skewed, despite Archer's efforts to straighten it out. His hair was everywhere but in the binding he'd smoothed it into a few minutes before and his face had that red, slightly sweaty "I just got fucked" look to it. His dreamy expression did nothing to deny the "I just got fucked" look, it only further damned him. He let Archer tug at his uniform for a minute longer. Once the other man was satisfied, he stepped away.
"I'm going to go ahead and make our excuses for being late. Don't take too long fixing your hair." With a brief caress to the hair in question, Archer turned and unlocked the bathroom door. Kimblee could hear his quick even steps as he walked off down the hall. He turned to the sink and ran some water, washing his hands and rinsing his face. He pulled his hair out and smoothed it back once again before pulling it into his typical ponytail. He checked the mirror one last time before walking out of the bathroom and down to the meeting.
He knocked on the door and frowned as he got no response. He heard voices beyond the door, but it wasn't the typical quiet voices of a meeting. They were angry raised voices and one of them was definitely Frank's. He knocked again. The voices rose and he tried the handle. It was locked. He growled and used a bit of alchemy to break the lock. He pushed the door open and looked inside. Archer was standing before a desk looking angry. Before he got a chance to see who was behind the desk, a gun went off and Archer was falling backwards.
Kimblee ran into the room, not even thinking that he might also be in danger. He stared down at Frank's body. It was just his body because the hole in his forehead made it glaringly obvious that he was dead. Kimblee felt his chest tighten and burn. Everything was turning red. He turned to the officer behind the desk who was smiling cruelly at him. A soldier stood behind him, holding a gun. He had it trained on Kimblee, watching him warily as the officer spoke.
"Colonel Archer was being disobedient. I'm sure you understand. You see, we have a mission we want you to fulfill that he would not agree to. We want you to test out this stone for us." The man pushed an open ring box across his desk. Kimblee could see a gold ring set with a familiar red stone nestled on a cushion of black velvet. He reached out, picking up the box and taking the ring out. The man behind the desk smiled larger, like a shark. "So you'll take the mission?" He asked as Kimblee put the ring on.
Kimblee shook his head. "No. I'm afraid that I can't take the mission."
"What? Why not?"
"Because I'm going to kill you now." The soldier with the gun, exploded.
The officer shouted in surprise as he was splattered with gore. He didn't have time to do much else as he quickly exploded as well. The noise brought more people pouring into the room. More people exploded in bright streaks of red and black. Shots were fired into the room, but with the power of the ring, Kimblee was untouchable. The people firing at him weren't so lucky.
Between the shots and the explosions, something sparked off a fire that began to lick along the walls, swallowing the gaudy curtains and the books that were just for show. The doorway was blotted out and people stopped coming as the fire began to burn out of control. Soon, Kimblee was surrounded by nothing but flames and death. With no one left to take his anger out on, he dropped to the ground beside Archer's body. There was only a small hole in his forehead and a pool of blood behind his head. His eyes were wide open and it was hard to believe that he wasn't still alive.
Kimblee stared down at the small flecks of blood on Frank's cheek. He'd just been getting his life back. He'd just been settling into the routine once more. He'd just gotten Archer to concern himself less with work and more with play. Everything was coming together so well and then, with one shot it was all gone. The fucking military and their fucking red stones! They fucked him over every time!
They killed Frank! They killed the man who rescued him and reformed him and...loved him. They'd never said those sappy words. Hell, they hardly ever talked about what they had, but he could tell that Frank cared about him. He cared about him too, but now he was dead and those military bastards took him. They thought that they could control him. They thought he was their faithful dog, but they were wrong. He didn't do anything for them. Everything he'd done, he had done for Frank. Frank was what brought him back to the military. Frank was what held him there. Frank was the only thing standing between him and them. Without Frank, there was nothing left to save them. When they crossed that line, when they snuffed him out, they signed their own death warrants.
He reached out, smoothing the uniform that Frank kept so perfect. Ash was beginning to fall on it as the building burned. The fire was coming closer to them and the smoke was building up. Kimblee hardly noticed. He was too focused on Frank. He touched Frank's cheek, still warm and smooth from this morning's shave, but the life was gone. The most important part of him was no longer there. He dropped his head, pressing his face into Frank's chest. Even with the smoke of the fire in his lungs, he could still smell Frank's cologne.
"Look what you did to me you bastard," Kimblee said quietly. "The poor dumb dog can't leave his master's side even when he's about to die." Kimblee sighed. "This is too pathetic. Can't just go out like this. I think I'll just take as many of these bastards with me as I can. Might as well go out with a bang."
He lifted his head and looked down into Frank's blank eyes. Licking dry lips, he leaned in and kissed him. Then he pressed his hands to the carpet. "Boom."
The End