Fic - Proper Ends
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cornerofmadnessTitle Proper Ends
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cornerofmadness
Disclaimer Arakawa owns all
Rating NC-17
Characters/Pairing Kimbley/his hand
Timeline/Spoilers Set in the Ishbalan arc
Word Count -996
Warning - It’s Kimbley. Isn’t that warning enough? Death/destruction fetish
Summary Destruction turns him on
Author’s Note - I like writing Kimbley way too much. Thanks toevil_little_dog
Sadism is all right in its place, but it should be directed to the proper ends – Sigmund Freud
XXX
There were many things that had been done wrong with this war. The list of non-battle related things that were amiss could stretch from here to Central: lack of water for frequent showers, horrible military food, a god-forsaken cot that wasn’t fit for sleeping and surely not good for fucking in without risking life or limb. The worst of the battle-related errors was waiting so long to send the alchemists. However, he was here now and Kimbley loved everything about war, except maybe the dirt. He was made for this. If only his master could see him now. She would approve.
In the desert, he had a pool of people desperate and lonely to use as he saw fit. So, why did he want the ones who were ridiculously hard to get? He’d love to do things to that spitfire sniper who watched over Flame, but she seemed to have no interest in anyone except maybe Flame. Kimbley couldn’t figure out if Mustang was sleeping with her or that goofy idiot he hung around. He decided on both, which intrigued him.
For his part, he wouldn’t mind taking a run at Mustang himself, watch a little of that naivety and innocence melt away under his hands. Mustang was as uninterested in Kimbley as his sniper was, but somehow, Kimbley suspected he would be easier to manipulate. Maybe if he got bored…That amazing alchemy of Mustang’s was even more alluring than the man himself. Yes, the little alchemist had some style, class even, but that paled in the face of the sheer destructive power that was fire. Kimbley wasn’t ashamed to admit to himself that the destruction turned him on.
Yes, this really was the best place for him. The screams, the smells of blood and smoke, the broken bodies, they all elicited a deep satisfaction in him. Gran and some of the other generals had taken a liking to him, granting him a lot of solo action in addition to working with his fellow alchemists. Kimbley liked being by himself. He could be creative in ways the military might not legally be able to sanction. Bleeding hearts like Armstrong and Mustang would probably write him up if they knew.
Like tonight. Often the military didn’t sanction raids in the dark. It was deemed too risky, but that didn’t mean lone assassins wouldn’t be sent. Kimbley had never been afraid of the dark, and on a night like tonight, with the cloudless sky and the full moon, he had light enough to find his way. Intelligence said there was an enclave of Ishbalans who had migrated back into an area that had previously been cleared. Gran wanted the area destroyed entirely. The military had no interest in the buildings, being too close to the front line to be safe for occupation.
Now there was nothing but rubble. The shrieks of those trapped inside echoing in the dark stirred something in him. By the time the last building fell and the cries faded, Kimbley was rock hard. He tossed his coat down over some newly fallen piece of wall and sat on it. Full nudity was very unwise. One never knew what could happen. He might not have killed them all – though that danger just made it that much more exciting - or there could be scorpions scuttling around his feet. Those little bastards actually worried Kimbley more. They were more difficult to spot.
Loosening his belt, he shimmied his pants down, but only a little; just enough to not have his cock rubbing against a zipper and harsh wool, but not so far that he couldn’t yank them up instantly. The warm night air greeted his erection as Kimbley reached down and gave his jewels a little massage. He didn’t want too much stimulation too soon. That would ruin it. He wanted to savor the destruction before him while the scents of dust and blood perfumed the air.
And he had planned for this. He knew himself well. The last time he had been in civilization he had picked up a sturdy little vial that fit into his pocket without showing. A dry rub was never fun. Gazing at the destruction he had wrought, Kimbley let a little of the oil dribble into his palm. He rubbed his tattooed hands together, slicking them up then ran them down his hot shaft. One hand cupped his testicles again while he stroked himself with the other. Each stroke ended with a little twisting motion over the head of his cock, like he was opening a bottle. Each twist hit his sweet spot.
His breathing picked up pace as his senses seemed to concentrate inside the flesh under his hands. His thighs trembled so he shifted his weight against the rubble he rested on, his trousers slipping down a little. His palms met then traveled over his shaft. He didn’t complete the alchemy, naturally, but the sensation of dissolution was impossible to describe. It made his toes curl, moans echoing out of his throat. He let his flesh go back to normal. He could only hold the dissolution so long.
He went back to his stroking. Tight and hard, his fingers brought him closer to release. Kimbley thought about the things he would like to do to some of the uptight, holier-than-thous back in the camp. Tickling under the head of his cock, he pictured the looks on their faces as he made them submit to him, maybe turn them into living time bombs until he got what he wanted. That thought made him come hard, his seed splattering the rubble.
When he got his breath back, Kimbley wiped his hands against the rocks then got back into uniform. He’d have to do this again. He might have to keep a few of the enemy alive long enough to try out that time bomb idea. He couldn’t think too much about it now though or he’d never make it home.
Author-
cornerofmadnessDisclaimer Arakawa owns all
Rating NC-17
Characters/Pairing Kimbley/his hand
Timeline/Spoilers Set in the Ishbalan arc
Word Count -996
Warning - It’s Kimbley. Isn’t that warning enough? Death/destruction fetish
Summary Destruction turns him on
Author’s Note - I like writing Kimbley way too much. Thanks to
evil_little_dogSadism is all right in its place, but it should be directed to the proper ends – Sigmund Freud
XXX
There were many things that had been done wrong with this war. The list of non-battle related things that were amiss could stretch from here to Central: lack of water for frequent showers, horrible military food, a god-forsaken cot that wasn’t fit for sleeping and surely not good for fucking in without risking life or limb. The worst of the battle-related errors was waiting so long to send the alchemists. However, he was here now and Kimbley loved everything about war, except maybe the dirt. He was made for this. If only his master could see him now. She would approve.
In the desert, he had a pool of people desperate and lonely to use as he saw fit. So, why did he want the ones who were ridiculously hard to get? He’d love to do things to that spitfire sniper who watched over Flame, but she seemed to have no interest in anyone except maybe Flame. Kimbley couldn’t figure out if Mustang was sleeping with her or that goofy idiot he hung around. He decided on both, which intrigued him.
For his part, he wouldn’t mind taking a run at Mustang himself, watch a little of that naivety and innocence melt away under his hands. Mustang was as uninterested in Kimbley as his sniper was, but somehow, Kimbley suspected he would be easier to manipulate. Maybe if he got bored…That amazing alchemy of Mustang’s was even more alluring than the man himself. Yes, the little alchemist had some style, class even, but that paled in the face of the sheer destructive power that was fire. Kimbley wasn’t ashamed to admit to himself that the destruction turned him on.
Yes, this really was the best place for him. The screams, the smells of blood and smoke, the broken bodies, they all elicited a deep satisfaction in him. Gran and some of the other generals had taken a liking to him, granting him a lot of solo action in addition to working with his fellow alchemists. Kimbley liked being by himself. He could be creative in ways the military might not legally be able to sanction. Bleeding hearts like Armstrong and Mustang would probably write him up if they knew.
Like tonight. Often the military didn’t sanction raids in the dark. It was deemed too risky, but that didn’t mean lone assassins wouldn’t be sent. Kimbley had never been afraid of the dark, and on a night like tonight, with the cloudless sky and the full moon, he had light enough to find his way. Intelligence said there was an enclave of Ishbalans who had migrated back into an area that had previously been cleared. Gran wanted the area destroyed entirely. The military had no interest in the buildings, being too close to the front line to be safe for occupation.
Now there was nothing but rubble. The shrieks of those trapped inside echoing in the dark stirred something in him. By the time the last building fell and the cries faded, Kimbley was rock hard. He tossed his coat down over some newly fallen piece of wall and sat on it. Full nudity was very unwise. One never knew what could happen. He might not have killed them all – though that danger just made it that much more exciting - or there could be scorpions scuttling around his feet. Those little bastards actually worried Kimbley more. They were more difficult to spot.
Loosening his belt, he shimmied his pants down, but only a little; just enough to not have his cock rubbing against a zipper and harsh wool, but not so far that he couldn’t yank them up instantly. The warm night air greeted his erection as Kimbley reached down and gave his jewels a little massage. He didn’t want too much stimulation too soon. That would ruin it. He wanted to savor the destruction before him while the scents of dust and blood perfumed the air.
And he had planned for this. He knew himself well. The last time he had been in civilization he had picked up a sturdy little vial that fit into his pocket without showing. A dry rub was never fun. Gazing at the destruction he had wrought, Kimbley let a little of the oil dribble into his palm. He rubbed his tattooed hands together, slicking them up then ran them down his hot shaft. One hand cupped his testicles again while he stroked himself with the other. Each stroke ended with a little twisting motion over the head of his cock, like he was opening a bottle. Each twist hit his sweet spot.
His breathing picked up pace as his senses seemed to concentrate inside the flesh under his hands. His thighs trembled so he shifted his weight against the rubble he rested on, his trousers slipping down a little. His palms met then traveled over his shaft. He didn’t complete the alchemy, naturally, but the sensation of dissolution was impossible to describe. It made his toes curl, moans echoing out of his throat. He let his flesh go back to normal. He could only hold the dissolution so long.
He went back to his stroking. Tight and hard, his fingers brought him closer to release. Kimbley thought about the things he would like to do to some of the uptight, holier-than-thous back in the camp. Tickling under the head of his cock, he pictured the looks on their faces as he made them submit to him, maybe turn them into living time bombs until he got what he wanted. That thought made him come hard, his seed splattering the rubble.
When he got his breath back, Kimbley wiped his hands against the rocks then got back into uniform. He’d have to do this again. He might have to keep a few of the enemy alive long enough to try out that time bomb idea. He couldn’t think too much about it now though or he’d never make it home.
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Date: 2010-10-21 10:00 pm (UTC)The part with "if only his master could see him now" makes me wonder about Kimblee's relationship (...*that* kind of relationship? o_o_ with her. I am sure they were quite the duo.
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Date: 2010-10-22 01:44 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-10-23 01:54 am (UTC)Totally...
Date: 2010-10-23 02:28 am (UTC)Re: Totally...
Date: 2010-10-23 02:52 am (UTC)you love Kimbley too, don't you? ^_^
haha whatever makes you think that?
Re: Totally...
Date: 2010-10-23 03:26 am (UTC)Re: Totally...
Date: 2010-10-23 03:32 am (UTC)Roy is definitely my toy.
Re: Totally...
Date: 2010-10-23 03:46 am (UTC)Re: Totally...
Date: 2010-10-23 03:47 am (UTC)