Singed with Deceit
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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
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532
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
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I do not own Full Metal Alchemist, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Take the Hit and Leave
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Singed with Deceit
Chapter Two: Take the Hit and Leave
A not-too-deep voice wandered down the stairs, reaching Archer’s ears and he briefly wondered how he’d gotten to his living room. Standing in the center of it, pulling on his military issued trousers, he felt a hand on his naked back and flinched when that same voice spoke to him. “Frankie, I-I’m so sorry. I don’t-” but Kimblee’s words were halted by warm lips being pressed to his own. Zolf melted into the kiss, a bit shocked at the action. Was Archer forgiving him so quickly?
“You don’t taste like yourself.” Frank whispered, icy blue eyes staring into golden ones. “You taste like him.” The comment was cold and almost threatening, giving true meaning behind Archer’s sudden act. He wasn’t forgiving Kimblee, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever forgive the man, but he had to have a small sense of closure; as if what he’d witnessed upstairs wasn’t convincing enough.
The conviction in Archer’s tone increased, and he tried to keep a tolerable distance between himself and the man he still held close to his heart. “Do you love him?” he asked the Alchemist, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Are you even capable of love, Lieutenant?” Frank hadn’t called Kimblee by his rank in a very long time, which could only mean he’d reverted back to no-nonsense mode; a manner in which Kimblee found he despised.
“No, of course I don’t love him.” Zolf said with a sigh. “And I am capable of love, Frank, you know that. I-I love you.” it was the first time Kimblee had actually told Archer he loved him, in words; and the Colonel found it rather ironic.
“Right, right.” Archer laughed haughtily, not wanting to believe a word that came out of Kimblee’s beautiful mouth. “You love me, yes, that’s exactly why you were being fucked by someone else in my shower. Kim, you sure do have a screwed up way of showing me you love me. Thank you for that.” He narrowed his eyes at the Alchemist, shrugging on his white undershirt with more force than necessary.
“And to think, I was actually going to…” *ask you to marry me.* “Never mind.” Frank was angry, he was hurt, and he just needed to get out and get away from the man that crushed his heart. “Here, this is for you. Not that it will do much good now.” Archer said and thrust out his open palm, a small black box in the center of it. He wasn’t really sure why he was still giving the ring to Kimblee, maybe just to throw it in his face.
Archer walked over towards the front door, slipping on his boots and picking up his military jacket. “I’m going out for awhile,” he said and opened the door. “I don’t expect you to be here when I get back.” and with that said, he was gone; completely unsure of where the hell he was going, and not really caring all the same.
Hearing footsteps on the stairs behind him, Kimblee turned to see Greed walking down them. “What the hell was that all about?” the homunculus asked, a bewildered look on his handsome face. “That was me… fucking up big time.” Kimblee sighed, shaking off the Ouroborous tattooed hand that had found it’s way to his shoulder.
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A/N: So, what do you guys think? Should I continue this little story or just let it go? I think it has potential, but my damn muses are being little stinkers and not inspiring me lately! Especially that Kimblee... *grumbles* Oh well, hope you enjoyed chapter two of Singed with Deceit. Comments are extremely welcome.
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Singed with Deceit
Chapter Two: Take the Hit and Leave
A not-too-deep voice wandered down the stairs, reaching Archer’s ears and he briefly wondered how he’d gotten to his living room. Standing in the center of it, pulling on his military issued trousers, he felt a hand on his naked back and flinched when that same voice spoke to him. “Frankie, I-I’m so sorry. I don’t-” but Kimblee’s words were halted by warm lips being pressed to his own. Zolf melted into the kiss, a bit shocked at the action. Was Archer forgiving him so quickly?
“You don’t taste like yourself.” Frank whispered, icy blue eyes staring into golden ones. “You taste like him.” The comment was cold and almost threatening, giving true meaning behind Archer’s sudden act. He wasn’t forgiving Kimblee, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever forgive the man, but he had to have a small sense of closure; as if what he’d witnessed upstairs wasn’t convincing enough.
The conviction in Archer’s tone increased, and he tried to keep a tolerable distance between himself and the man he still held close to his heart. “Do you love him?” he asked the Alchemist, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Are you even capable of love, Lieutenant?” Frank hadn’t called Kimblee by his rank in a very long time, which could only mean he’d reverted back to no-nonsense mode; a manner in which Kimblee found he despised.
“No, of course I don’t love him.” Zolf said with a sigh. “And I am capable of love, Frank, you know that. I-I love you.” it was the first time Kimblee had actually told Archer he loved him, in words; and the Colonel found it rather ironic.
“Right, right.” Archer laughed haughtily, not wanting to believe a word that came out of Kimblee’s beautiful mouth. “You love me, yes, that’s exactly why you were being fucked by someone else in my shower. Kim, you sure do have a screwed up way of showing me you love me. Thank you for that.” He narrowed his eyes at the Alchemist, shrugging on his white undershirt with more force than necessary.
“And to think, I was actually going to…” *ask you to marry me.* “Never mind.” Frank was angry, he was hurt, and he just needed to get out and get away from the man that crushed his heart. “Here, this is for you. Not that it will do much good now.” Archer said and thrust out his open palm, a small black box in the center of it. He wasn’t really sure why he was still giving the ring to Kimblee, maybe just to throw it in his face.
Archer walked over towards the front door, slipping on his boots and picking up his military jacket. “I’m going out for awhile,” he said and opened the door. “I don’t expect you to be here when I get back.” and with that said, he was gone; completely unsure of where the hell he was going, and not really caring all the same.
Hearing footsteps on the stairs behind him, Kimblee turned to see Greed walking down them. “What the hell was that all about?” the homunculus asked, a bewildered look on his handsome face. “That was me… fucking up big time.” Kimblee sighed, shaking off the Ouroborous tattooed hand that had found it’s way to his shoulder.
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A/N: So, what do you guys think? Should I continue this little story or just let it go? I think it has potential, but my damn muses are being little stinkers and not inspiring me lately! Especially that Kimblee... *grumbles* Oh well, hope you enjoyed chapter two of Singed with Deceit. Comments are extremely welcome.