More fanfic-- Possession (K/G)
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lykomancerTitle: Possession
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Kimbley/Greed
Rating: PG
Warnings: Excessive, over-used and abused alliteration and consonance. Gawd, I love my "s" and "l" words.
Spoilers: Not really any.
Notes: Useless, pointless drabble. You love me long time now anyway.
X-posted in all the usual places. Deal with it.
"Mine."
Kimbley feels the press of cold lips to the crown of his head, nuzzling the dark strands, as Greed establishes his claim over the alchemist, and he sighs, fingers twitching around his drink. It was going to be one of those days.
With Greed, every day was one of those days
"Mine."
Those lips are at his throat, laying claim to the life that bubbled just under the surface-- a life that could be snuffed out so simply by those razor-edged teeth scissoring down to shear through his pale flesh.
Kimbley takes a drink, the alcohol sliding down sweet and hot as cinnamon, his Adam's apple moving under the homunculus' mouth.
"Mine."
An array-branded hand is lifted and the dark, deadly lines given attention; Greed drags his tongue along them, tracing the design, savoring the sweat-salt sting of human flesh, redolent with the lingering aftertaste of whiskey.
The Crimson Alchemist smirks against the lip of the tumbler, swallowing again. The Sin thinks he can harness that power to his own desires with a single word? He should count himself lucky that this little game of his isn't blowing up in his face...
Literally.
"Mine."
Greed's head rests against his alchemist's back, listening to each beat of his heart-- the driving rhythm of the human's own internal combustion engine-- and broad hands slide around the narrow waist; the oroborus mark matches the burgundy suit in the dim lighting, but Kimbley doesn't have to look down to know this.
Not anymore.
"Mine."
Blunt, square-tipped fingers dive down to slide sleek over the inside of his thighs before skittering back to cup the warm secret bulge, Greed's thumb circling over the most sensitive spots. He doesn't have to look either.
Not anymore.
Kimbley finally turns on the barstool to face Greed, yellow eyes lazily lidded, lashes sweeping low in a coy glance as the homunculus relaxes his grip and leans back to grin.
The alchemist smiles back, one hand curled to clasp Greed's leather-clad hip, the other's long fingers twisting nimbly in the white ruff. He yanks hard, and the Sin lets himself be pulled forward, pulled down to that hungry mouth.
Kimbley bites-- his sharp white teeth cutting into Greed's lips, breathing in the alchemical energy of his inhuman healing like heady carbonation off of the fine champagne of the Sin's cold blood-- and when he finally pulls away his grinning lips are stained ruddy crimson. He shoves Greed away from him forcefully, taking advantage of the brief moment while the homunculus was still purring from his "kiss," and spins back to his drink.
The delayed explosion rocks The Devil's Nest, and in the dead silence that falls in its wake, a single purring voice speaks.
"Mine."
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Kimbley/Greed
Rating: PG
Warnings: Excessive, over-used and abused alliteration and consonance. Gawd, I love my "s" and "l" words.
Spoilers: Not really any.
Notes: Useless, pointless drabble. You love me long time now anyway.
X-posted in all the usual places. Deal with it.
"Mine."
Kimbley feels the press of cold lips to the crown of his head, nuzzling the dark strands, as Greed establishes his claim over the alchemist, and he sighs, fingers twitching around his drink. It was going to be one of those days.
With Greed, every day was one of those days
"Mine."
Those lips are at his throat, laying claim to the life that bubbled just under the surface-- a life that could be snuffed out so simply by those razor-edged teeth scissoring down to shear through his pale flesh.
Kimbley takes a drink, the alcohol sliding down sweet and hot as cinnamon, his Adam's apple moving under the homunculus' mouth.
"Mine."
An array-branded hand is lifted and the dark, deadly lines given attention; Greed drags his tongue along them, tracing the design, savoring the sweat-salt sting of human flesh, redolent with the lingering aftertaste of whiskey.
The Crimson Alchemist smirks against the lip of the tumbler, swallowing again. The Sin thinks he can harness that power to his own desires with a single word? He should count himself lucky that this little game of his isn't blowing up in his face...
Literally.
"Mine."
Greed's head rests against his alchemist's back, listening to each beat of his heart-- the driving rhythm of the human's own internal combustion engine-- and broad hands slide around the narrow waist; the oroborus mark matches the burgundy suit in the dim lighting, but Kimbley doesn't have to look down to know this.
Not anymore.
"Mine."
Blunt, square-tipped fingers dive down to slide sleek over the inside of his thighs before skittering back to cup the warm secret bulge, Greed's thumb circling over the most sensitive spots. He doesn't have to look either.
Not anymore.
Kimbley finally turns on the barstool to face Greed, yellow eyes lazily lidded, lashes sweeping low in a coy glance as the homunculus relaxes his grip and leans back to grin.
The alchemist smiles back, one hand curled to clasp Greed's leather-clad hip, the other's long fingers twisting nimbly in the white ruff. He yanks hard, and the Sin lets himself be pulled forward, pulled down to that hungry mouth.
Kimbley bites-- his sharp white teeth cutting into Greed's lips, breathing in the alchemical energy of his inhuman healing like heady carbonation off of the fine champagne of the Sin's cold blood-- and when he finally pulls away his grinning lips are stained ruddy crimson. He shoves Greed away from him forcefully, taking advantage of the brief moment while the homunculus was still purring from his "kiss," and spins back to his drink.
The delayed explosion rocks The Devil's Nest, and in the dead silence that falls in its wake, a single purring voice speaks.
"Mine."
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Date: 2005-05-24 05:12 pm (UTC)Mmm... Mine.
Did you sleep at all? ::laughs::
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Date: 2005-05-24 06:03 pm (UTC)I slept for like, 4-5 hours, took care of some stuff, posted this, and then napped again. *wobbles*
Did you?
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Date: 2005-05-24 06:05 pm (UTC)I slept from 11:17-2:45, and have been up ever since. I'll go back to bed soon, in a couple hours, I'm sure. ::smiles::
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Date: 2005-05-24 06:17 pm (UTC)Yes, yes. You should sleep more. Hell, I should sleep more. The point of the game isn't to drive everyone playing bonky from sleep deprivision.
(I can't believe you stay up that long! Silly, silly! I can get away with it 'cause I have a break from school and thus nothing to do for a week, but you still have work. No killing yourself, dammit!)
Y'know... *points up* ...this fic? All the damned weasel's fault.
I had picked him up for prevent him from destroying something, and was kissing on him while saying, "Mine. Hahaha! I own your sorry, furry ass; how's that, huh?" He put up with this really well for a while, then bit my nose.
Yeah, that's inspirational. *nodnods*
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Date: 2005-05-24 06:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-24 07:30 pm (UTC)I must be sick and twisted to laugh at this, but I found it damn funny. (Of course I probably I am twisted).
*mems ficcy*
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Date: 2005-05-25 03:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-25 03:57 am (UTC)Domestic? Well... Sure! In a weird way involving kinky sex and lots of explosions. >.>
Aww~
Date: 2005-05-25 03:25 pm (UTC)But on topic? This rocked my world. The "kiss" at the end was fantasic, beautifully done. Yes, I love you long time for this. ♥
Did you ever get around to those Fight Club quote drabbles? *hopeful*
Re: Aww~
Date: 2005-05-25 03:53 pm (UTC)Thankies, thankies. *kisses*
...thanks for reminding me how much I suck. >.< I keeping thinking about them, really, but I have to wait for a good "plot" idea hits me to write, so... I WILL do it! Really!
*petting*
Date: 2005-05-26 02:49 am (UTC)And no worries. ^^;; I've just recently had a fic completely stall on me because Kimbley wanted to properly alchemy-perv on Martel's tattoo and I needed to find a good shot of the thing to properly do it. It just takes time. ^^
Re: Aww~
Date: 2005-05-29 12:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-25 04:35 pm (UTC)Though one does wonder how the Nest remains in one piece the way those two carry on. *pictures Law and Dorochet nailing boards back into place and grumbling*
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Date: 2005-05-26 08:08 am (UTC)............
Date: 2005-05-27 09:16 am (UTC)Mine.
;-)
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Date: 2005-05-28 12:15 am (UTC)^__^
I would love to collaborate! (Been trying with a few people for a while now, but we never really go anywhere... *whistles absently*)
I mostly write porn-y oneshots, but I do try to up the ante by making them have something a little different, a new persepective, some intellligent metaphors, so on and so forth. I don't feel that there's any sense in rewriting the same damn fanfics over and over; there's no point to it. I aim for a fresh approach, and I am always grateful for all the compliments and love I get for my efforts.
Huzzah!
^___^ You can molest Anderson, 'cause he's sexy as hell! (Anderson's the character who finally broke me and made me admit to my priest-fetish actually... so, yeah.)