Pleasured Deconstruction

A/N: Yeah yeah, with the I don't own gobble gobble...there is a lemon in the chap, but not really detailed, more of one of those dry fuck situations. Just read it. Love ya! ~D~



All kinds of thoughts ran through my head as I boarded the train to Drachma. Klause and Al were good enough to accompany me to the station, albeit they were a tad upset with me, especially Al. He had been quiet with me the whole 3 days I was there. I think my alliance with Kimblee is what had him most perturbed, but it was a necessary evil in order to rid ourselves of Izumi.

Sensei….

“So where are you headed, love?” I looked up surprised at an old woman with faded red eyes sitting across from me eating a peach. I smiled and shrugged.

“Drachma, to the square.”

The old woman nodded and offered me one of her peaches. “Drachma Square is lovely this time of year, always full of people and parties. You look pale, and I have plenty of peaches. Go on, it will add some color to your skin. Go on,” she insisted when I hesitated. I took the peach and bowed my head slightly, unsure as to why this wizened old woman had such an interest in me.

“I had a son once, with golden orange hair like yours. He was killed when he was 14.” My mouth formed an ‘o’ and I nodded my head again.

“Very sorry to hear that, ma’am.”

The old woman smiled and pointed to my pocket watch. “Does that mean you are a state alchemist?”

I smiled and nodded my head. “Yeah, that’s my military dog broach.”

The woman smiled again and shook her head. “The last time I saw one was right before one of those state alchemist officers grabbed my son’s arm and killed him.”

I choked on my bite of peach. “A-a state alchemist killed your son?!!”

The woman stared at me and chuckled. “You sound surprised. That’s all the bunch of you are, ruthless killers, right? Perhaps not you…you don’t have that same crazed, hardened look like those other bastards did.” The woman chewed on her peach and stared at me, still having that same docile smile. I felt horrible.

“The alchemist that killed your son…what did he look like?” The woman opened the trash container on the seat and dropped the peach pit inside, wiping off her hands.

“What did he look like? Simply put, a face you could never forget. Actually, no different than any other face, but he had evil hazel eyes and long black hair. I once heard someone refer to him as ‘The Crimson Alchemist. Why, is he someone you know?” she asked, peering into my eyes.

I didn’t have the heart to face her. “No,” I whispered and took a huge bite of peach and sat back. We remained quiet until the train reached Drachma, and then I ran to get off the train. The old woman was thankfully sleeping so that I wouldn’t have had to face her again. Sighing, I headed toward the square.

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I stood in Poliang square, dazed at the bubly nightlife. Obviously Kimblee thought it best we meet in a public place, lest one of us plans to attack the other. Then again, there were so many people around, all of their components could make a super bomb. I gulped.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” I turned to face Kimblee’s grinning face. I couldn’t stop myself from punching him square in his eye.

“Dude, what the fuck?!!” Kimblee screamed, stumbling away from me and making passer-bys stop and stare.

“That was for Brandon Cross.” I narrowed my eyes when Kimblee shrugged in confusion.

“He was a 14 year old boy you murdered in Ishbal!” I shrieked, eliciting more stares from nosy people in the crowd. Kimblee yanked my flesh arm and pulled me to a nearby alleyway.

“You stupid little shit! I told you, we all killed in Ishbal. So what if some crochety old woman guilt-tripped you over her son? Trust me, he was probably a terrorist.” I glared at Kimblee, wondering why I was standing in the alley with him.

“Where is Izumi.” I tried to phrase my sentence as harshly as possible.

“Actually, she’s a bit incapacitated now. I slipped her a Mickey before leaving. We wouldn’t want an altercation with her, now would we?” He smirked and motioned to walk further down the alley.

“I’ve thought about what you told me, Edward. I noticed that Izumi had a soft spot when she talked about you and Al, but it wasn’t a motherly soft spot. More like a sadistic getting-off-on-it type of soft spot.”

I turned and sneered. “Like how killing people gets you off?”

Kimblee faced me and smiled. “Exactly,” he whispered, giving me a quick kiss on my forehead. I frowned in disgust and wiped the faint trace of saliva off my head.

“Trust me Ed, if I had my way, I’d be kissing your other head.” Kimblee lecherously licked his lips and led me to the end of the alley. There was a small lake at the end of the alley with cobblestone tiles and plush greenery with a fountain in the middle. The whole scene was very nice-

‘Would have been perfect for me and Roy…‘

And it felt very out of place. Kimblee stood on the wall surrounding the lake and outstretched his hands, letting the wind flow through his hair. I stared at him curiously, wondering about the complexities of him.

“Edward, please join me.” He held his hand toward me and I took it, joining him on the wall. The waves of the lake glittered in the moonlight, the yellowish orbs from the light posts also gleaming on the water.

“Breathtaking, isn’t it? This is the place where I first met Izumi. She was sitting across the lake, staring at the water as if she was going to throw herself in. It was about a week or so after Sigu…” Kimblee trailed off and looked at me sympathetically. He knew that Sigu and I were very close, almost like father and son close. I held my head down, thinking of the day he drowned. It was a simple enough death, he got drunk, fell off the dock, and drowned. I shrugged and stepped off the wall, and stared at Kimblee.

“Zolf, what is the plan?” I asked in a weary voice. I could have been at home working on salvaging me and Roy’s relationship instead of meandering down memory lane with Kimblee. He stepped down off the ledge and stared at me. He put his hands on my cheeks and lightly kissed me.

‘There he goes with those damn light kisses again!‘

Kimblee pulled back and looked into my eyes, almost as if he were seeking my permission to continue. When he saw no hesitation, he kissed me again, this time harder and deeper. His warm tongue circled around my lips before kissing me, sucking on my bottom lip. It was easy to believe his claim of Roy teaching him how to kiss; their styles were very similar.

Kimblee’s hands reached down the length of my body, cupping my ass and lifting me a bit. I responded by wrapping my arms around him, kissing him slow and deep. The next thing I knew we were lying on the grass by the lake, kissing passionately.

“Ed,” Kimblee rasped into my ear, “I know that you don’t want me, or even like me, but just allow yourself to get caught up in the moment. Allow me to have you, just this one time…” He trailed off when he noticed my bulging erection. He quickly undressed, and I followed suit. I heard him suck his breath in sharply upon seeing my metal and flesh combined. Roy had a similar reaction, as did anyone who was not used to seeing automail attachments.

Kimblee reached to run his finger over the scarred area that surrounded my shoulder joint and automail arm, running from the cold metal to warm flesh and back again. I looked at him boldly, there was no reason for me to seek understanding and acceptance in his hazel eyes, yet the soft look of understanding was there. He smiled faintly and kissed my shoulder scar, making me feel lightheaded.

“I’ll go slow.” Kimblee lifted me onto his lap, centering me over his pulsing erection. I held my breath as I slid down each delicious inch of him, part of me feeling like I was committing treason against the state, Roy,

‘And her…‘

I pressed both hands against Kimblee’s chest as I rode him, staring him deeply in his eyes. I lied to myself and said that he was Roy, and that I had to do this so he would help me kill Izumi. I lied to myself about the way he felt inside me, lied about how good it felt. Kimblee’s eyes glittered gold in the moonlight, his mouth slightly open.

‘Fantastico…‘

I bit my own lip and tensed my anal muscles, making Kimblee cry out. He grabbed my hips and pulled me down even further, brusing my ass and making my flesh knee grind into the grass. My own erection was hard against Kimblee, and I found myself leaning down to kiss him passionately again, my dick sandwiched between our stomachs.

“Edward…Edward,” Kimblee moaned, releasing his fire hot seed into me. I came shortly after, not the best fuck I’d had, but not the worst either. I rolled off of him and waited until he got his breath before I asked.

“So what is your plan?”

Kimblee was wordless as he slipped back into his jeans and jacket, offering my clothes to me as well. I took them and silently waited for an answer. I panicked as he stood to walk away. I waited a moment and then called after him.

“Kimblee? Kimblee? Zolf! I need an answer from you!! I need you!”

Kimblee paused and turned back to me, walking a few steps back toward where I stood. “That’s all I wanted to hear from you, Edward. That you needed me. I have no plan to kill Izumi. I am moved by your story and will help you, but my main goal was to seduce you. I am…sorry.”

My eyes widened. “So all you wanted to was rape me?!! Did you not think that I had been raped enough by Izumi?!! Huh? ANSWER ME!!“ I roared, grabbing Kimblee’s collar. He silently loosed my grip from around his neck and turned and walked back up the alley, fading into the crowd.

All I could do was collapse on the riverbank and cry. What will I do now?

“Edward? Twin? Is that you?” I raised my head to see none other than my very own human impersonator, Russell Tringham! Russell’s face crumpled when he saw my tears and he rushed over to scoop me up.

“How, how did you know I was here, Russ?” My words were choked up my the violent hitching in my throat. He gave me a small but grim smile and offered me the bottle of water he was carrying.

“Klause called me and told me you were meeting that Crimson guy here. Jesus, Ed, what were you thinking? Is the situation so bad that you need a psychopath to kill her?” Russell’s expression softened when he looked into my eyes. I fell into his arms and he half carried, half dragged me back to the train station where we boarded the next train for Central.


A/N: How wrong of Kimblee to use Edo-chan like that! And forewarned, there will NOT be a lemon between Russell and Ed, although it would be so delicious...