Pleasured Deconstruction

Disclaimer: WHAT IT DO!!! THE BITCH IS BACK! Ok hopefully this AFF thing is settled and we can get going with the dirty sext stories again! As always, I don\'t own FMA. I canceled the lemon in this chapter, but there will be goodness later on!






“So Fullmetal, tell me about this plan with Izumi.” Kimblee locked and sealed the huge oak doors to Roy\'s office with a sickening grin.

I feigned innocence. “W-Wh-What plan?” I sputtered, already sounding guilty.

Kimblee walked over to Roy\'s desk and sat down in the black leather chair. “Correct me if I\'m wrong, but you and Izumi were discussing something about her being at Roy\'s apartment and you thinking she was going to hurt him. Did I hear that correctly?” His weird amber eyes burned through me and all I could do was look away and nod.

“May I ask what is the extent of yours and Izumi\'s relationship?”

I snapped my head back to see a genuienly concerned expression on Kimblee\'s face. He rummaged through Roy\'s desk-

\'How did he know the lock combination? Even I don\'t know that!\'

-and found some small plastic glasses and a silver flask. He uncapped the container and poured light brown liquid into two glasses and pushed one of them to the edge of the desk.

“Scotch,” he explained, quickly downing his. “Or bravery in a bottle as we called it in Ishbal,” he said more to himself than to me as he examined his now empty glass. I peered at the ominous liquid and coughed as I then tried to ingest it. My insides burned and pain seared through my chest. Kimblee hopped up and began swatting my back.

“Damn, didn\'t he teach you how to drink?” the elder alchemist muttered annoyed. I sprang back from him with anger in my eyes.

“What am I? Some feeble idiot child who can\'t drink anything that isn\'t breast milk or apple juice? Why does Roy have to teach me anything? Am I an invalid? Do I need a blue handicapped sticker on my car? DO I?” I screamed, jumping up and down. I stopped when I noticed Kimblee\'s amused expression.

“It must be love for him to put up with you. It must be love,” he repeated solemnly and turned away from me.

“Are you jealous?” I hissed scathingly. I saw the look on his face, and was instantly sorry for my comment. I had heard many stories from Armstrong, Riza, and Hughes about the extent of Roy and Kimblee\'s relationship, and how Ishbal had put such a strain on them. From everything I gathered, it seemed like neither liked watching the other commit such vast and unadulterated murder, especially Kimblee. There is an ugly beast that lies within all of us, but when that beast was unleashed in the Eastern Rebellion, according to Amrstrong, Kimblee\'s beast was never completely reigned back in. Roy of course had a hand in sentencing Kimblee to prison, but didn\'t object when he was allowed back into the military. The subject of Roy and Kimblee was best not discussed, as if I had the authority to ask questions about betrayal. Hell, I wrote the book on it. I fidgeted nervously before the scotch took it\'s toll on me. I was still quite high from this morning\'s fresh green, and I obviously hadn\'t eaten enough because the burning in my stomach stopped and was all too soon replaced by a warm rush that made my eyes flutter.

This was not unnoticed by Kimblee. He smiled at my loss of coodrination and was suddenly on his feet charging toward me! He had the speed of a jungle cat and before I knew my head from my ass, he had me pinned up against the wall beside one of the wall length windows.

“Roy taught me a lot, you know.” His face was barely inches away from mine, and I smelled the scotch mixed with peppermint on his breath. The light cast on his \'amazingly beautiful\' eyes and I felt myself being pulled in.

“What kind of things did he teach you?” I asked, my voice raspy and chest heaving, not intending to sound as sexy as I did. Kimblee responded by reaching down and running his hand from my flesh thigh all the way over to my flesh arm, his fingers trailing over my stomach gently. I swallowed in anticipation, trying to look away.

He wouldn\'t let me. His hand continued up my arm and stopped at the junction of my neck and chin, where he lovingly stroked my warm flesh. He bent down and softly grazed his lips over mine, making my heart skip a beat. His tongue snaked out slowly and licked over my bottom lip, making me moan lightly. As soon as my mouth opened, Kimblee seized this oppertunity to take advantage of my obvious lack of control and passionately kissed me, stroking my face and running his hands over my entire body!

Despite how those kisses and strokes felt, I pushed him away and slapped his face, hating the way he was smiling at me. “I bet you and Roy started off the same way,” he purred, licking the blood off the side of his lip. “That\'s sort of how he and I started. I wonder if I tasted as sweet as you do...the taste of innocence,” he drawled, rubbing his nose over mine.

I tried to walk away. “I don\'t care,” I muttered, but Kimblee spun me around and held me firmly in place.

“Oh, but you should care. See, you walk around this post like you\'re better than all of us. I was once where you are now, boy!”

I snatched away from Kimblee. “Yeah?! And now you aren\'t! Maybe if you hadn\'t murdered innocent people in Ishbal and dehumanized yourself, then maybe Roy could have kept loving you!” Kimblee looked shocked for a moment and then laughed loud and heartily. “What the hell is so funny?” I screamed, shaking the seemingly deranged man.

“Who do you think ordered me to kill all those people? Perhaps the demon you speak of is the one you are sleeping with. Tell me Ed, how does the Devil taste?” Kimblee smirked and walked a few steps away from me when I got the idea-

\'Tackle that son of a bitch\'.

I jumped on his back and knocked him down and we rolled about Roy\'s office, banging into and smashing the contents of the room. I pushed his head into the floor while he attempted to scratch at me...goodness, I\'m glad Winry wasn\'t here to see this. She and I have had more manly fights than the one I was having with Kimblee.

“You fight like a pussy!” I screamed, punching him in the eye. He yelped and pulled on my hair, making tears spring to my eyes. Somehow he got behind me and grabbed what was left of my ponytail and used it to sling me around into the nearest wall. Perhaps it was the combination of the scotch and the mild concussion but as I was sliding down the wall, I decided to throw in the towel. This man had many inches and atleast 60 more pounds of weight on me. Kimblee stood up shakily, his nose bleeding and his eye swelling. Atleast I got a few hits in. He snorted and walked over to me, offering his hand.

“Don\'t worry, I need both hands to perform alchemy. I won\'t blow you up, I just want to talk. You owe me for fucking my face up,” Kimblee added when I hesitated.

I figured he was right, so I took his hand, and that was the first stage in my deadly alliance with him. After we repaired and rearranged Roy\'s office so that it looked the way it did before our tussle, we sat on the futon and Kimblee listened, at times horrified of my stories of Izumi and Al and what transpired between them.

Kimblee\'s eyes widened at my stories, sometimes red with brimming tears.

\'Who knew that Satan could cry?

“Edward...I\'m so sorry.” Kimblee awkwardly folded his hands and looked at me, almost as if to search my soul. This new, soft side of Kimblee was endearing, yet frightening. It became even weirder when Kimblee took my hands in his and stroked them gently, almost as if to reassure me.

“Whatever the plan is, Edward, count me in.”

I swallowed. “Roy can never know about it. I\'m...too ashamed,” I finished quickly when Kimblee looked at me during my pause. Kimblee grinned sadistically.

“So you and Roy don\'t share everything. Perhaps I stand a chance yet.”

I snarled and grabbed Kimblee\'s collar. “You even cast a sideways glance at Roy, and they\'ll be finding pieces of you for years.”

Kimblee chuckled and pulled himself from my grip. He smirked at me and licked his lips seductively as he quietly scribbled on a piece of paper. He handed it to me and when I reached for it, he closed his hand around mine and pulled me practiaclly nose to nose with him.

“I\'d destroy that paper after you read it if I were you,” he whispered. Then he leaned down and kissed me again, this time grabbing my asscheeks and lifting me up a bit.

“I\'ll be waiting...Edward.” Kimblee smacked my butt hard and removed the seal from Roy\'s doors and slipped out, leaving the crumpled, sweaty piece of paper in my hand.

I sighed and opened the oak doors to leave, thinking about the words I had just read.

Edward,

Needless to say, I am shocked by what you told me. I always knew something was amiss with Izumi, but I never thought she would be so low as to harm Alphonse.

She and I are taking a retreat to Drachma in three days. Meet me in Poliang Square in four days at 0100. If you don\'t show, I\'ll assume what you told me was a lie and imform Roy of what you have been doing. If you meet me there, I\'ll give you the rest of the details. Destroy this letter.

Z.K


>Oooh...the alliances we make!