Fic - Forbidden Things - FMA
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cornerofmadnessForbidden Things
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Disclaimer - not mine, all characters belong to Hiromu Arakawa et al, Square Enix and funimition.
Pairing – Ling/ Ran Fan
Rating – NC-17
Time Line – manga based, no real spoilers provided you know Ling and Ran Fan exist. Set in the days of them traveling to Amestris
Summary – They think they’re fooling Mr. Fuu…
Author’s Note – This was written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fma_fuh_q’s Ling month. Thanks to evil_little_dog for the edits.
We always long for the forbidden things, and desire what is denied us – Francois Rabelais
Fat beads of sweat covering most of his body, Ling shifted uncomfortably on the blanket laid out over the rough desert ground. Every pebble below the tent’s floor made itself known, digging into Ling’s flesh. The heat radiated up from the ground below, making it seem almost useless to hide from the sun overhead but Ling wasn’t taking any more chances with his skin. He’d been burnt once this trip already.
Pushing up out of his cocoon, Ling shielded his eyes from the harsh golden glare of the sun burning through the tent walls. Sleeping at high noon proved to be difficult, no matter how exhausted they were. When Ling had set off across the desert with Ran Fan and Fuu in search of the Philosopher’s Stone, he thought he knew what he was getting into. It was harder to travel at night than Ling realized and sleeping in the heat of the day was even worse.
He curled onto his side, noticing Ran Fan was gazing at him. “Can’t sleep?” Thoughts formed in Ling’s mind, dark and sweet like a ripe plum. Ran Fan’s breasts, jutting against her thin tunic weren’t very large. He liked them bigger but hers were a tasty mouthful as he well knew. His first fumblings with a girl weren’t with court women who were all too often vapid girls trained only to say yes to their royal husbands-to-be, serve tea and look good. That sort of thing bored Ling. He had no time for tedious women who didn’t challenge him. No, he had chosen someone much feistier than that for his first time.
He had grown up sparring with the girl who would be his protector under the tutelage of her grandfather currently standing watch for the first leg of their sleeping period. Ling knew most of Ran Fan’s body’s best locales, platonically at first as they trained growing up, and more intimately in recent times. Still, Ling knew there were prime destinations in the land of Ran Fan that he wanted to pay a return visit to.
“I know what you’re thinking, Young Master,” Ran Fan whispered.
Ling just flipped back his thin blanket, a wide grin on his face. “It’ll tire us out nicely. Who can sleep in this heat otherwise?”
“It’ll just make us hotter,” Ran Fan replied, watching him edge closer to her.
His eyebrows danced. “It’ll be fun.” Ling reached for her.
“Grandfather is just outside.” Ran Fan leaned into his touch, her resolve melting like ice in the desert.
“That just makes it more exciting,” Ling promised, nuzzling her neck.
With a happy sigh, Ran Fan gave up protesting. Ling knew they wouldn’t have much time to play before Fuu would check on them. Slipping a hand under her shirt, Ling felt sweat against his skin as he rolled a finger around one nipple, hardening it. Ran Fan stripped off her shirt giving him free access. Ling licked the erect nipple, sucking it between his lips, rewarded by a soft inrush of air.
Ran Fan’s strong fingers massaged his privates through his trousers until his cock strained against the ties. Ling let her slither out from under him, shucking her pants as she did so. Ran Fan pulled him closer, kissing him, her mouth demanding and warm as her tongue danced in his mouth. Ling felt the undercurrent of danger in her. It sang in her blood, attracting him like moths to flame.
Along with danger came desire. Ling could taste it as he sucked at her tongue, smell it like perfume from her pores, see it in her dark eyes. He wanted to bury himself deep in her, to drown in the dangerous pool of desire but that was going to have to wait until they found civilization. Fuu inspected every bag they brought to make sure they only had the necessities. With Ran Fan as the sole hint of femininity on the journey, Fuu would have no doubts who a tin of condoms – or given the length of the journey and the ardency of Ling’s desire, many tins – would have been for.
Ran Fan swung over him, her shapely back facing him as she leaned over to undo the ties to his trousers. Ling lifted his hips so she could shove his pants halfway down. He smothered his happy sigh against her firm thigh as Ran Fan took his cock in deep into her mouth. She knew as well as he their unfortunate and arid circumstances which didn’t allow for a lot of lingering and foreplay no matter what they might want.
She rolled them both on their sides. Ling didn’t mind. He liked letting her have control. He was going to be emperor some day, always in control, but in private, Ling didn’t mind losing it, not to Ran Fan at least. Ling locked his hands behind her buttocks, drawing her closer as he nuzzled into her, parting her delicate tissues with his tongue. His tongue probed and twirled until she was running salt.
Her strong fingers digging into his back and thigh as her mouth worked the length of him, Ran Fan brought Ling to the crux of a new problem. They were still learning all the pleasures their bodies had to offer. Ran Fan was willing to wrap her sweet lips around his cock but Ling wasn’t sure she’d want to drink down the inevitable conclusion of this act. He felt oddly shy about it himself.
Pulling away from her gently, Ling murmured, “Got to…” But where? He didn’t dare let Mr. Fuu find out because Ling was sure a declaration of ‘I’m a prince, I can do what I want’ would hold no water with Fuu.
Ran Fan picked up on his distress and his problem. She gazed around at the canvas tent then said softly. “Grandfather is out front.” She went to the back and lifted the canvas up just enough for Ling to skin under it.
It was far less satisfying to finish the job himself all over the rough, rocky sand but it was also better than getting caught and being taken out of the path to the throne by an irate Fuu. How he didn’t get caught since it was brighter than polished gold out, Ling didn’t know. When he snuck back in, Ran Fan had a stick of incense burning.
“I’m doing my meditations before it’s my turn to take watch,” she said, primly redressed as if nothing had happened. “Go to sleep, Young Master.”
Ling wasn’t sure if the perfume of incense would cover the scent of sex but he certainly hope so. He offered Ran Fan a happy smile and on her command, he drifted away on the fragrant clouds.
Author-
cornerofmadnessDisclaimer - not mine, all characters belong to Hiromu Arakawa et al, Square Enix and funimition.
Pairing – Ling/ Ran Fan
Rating – NC-17
Time Line – manga based, no real spoilers provided you know Ling and Ran Fan exist. Set in the days of them traveling to Amestris
Summary – They think they’re fooling Mr. Fuu…
Author’s Note – This was written for
fma_fuh_q’s Ling month. Thanks to evil_little_dog for the edits.We always long for the forbidden things, and desire what is denied us – Francois Rabelais
Fat beads of sweat covering most of his body, Ling shifted uncomfortably on the blanket laid out over the rough desert ground. Every pebble below the tent’s floor made itself known, digging into Ling’s flesh. The heat radiated up from the ground below, making it seem almost useless to hide from the sun overhead but Ling wasn’t taking any more chances with his skin. He’d been burnt once this trip already.
Pushing up out of his cocoon, Ling shielded his eyes from the harsh golden glare of the sun burning through the tent walls. Sleeping at high noon proved to be difficult, no matter how exhausted they were. When Ling had set off across the desert with Ran Fan and Fuu in search of the Philosopher’s Stone, he thought he knew what he was getting into. It was harder to travel at night than Ling realized and sleeping in the heat of the day was even worse.
He curled onto his side, noticing Ran Fan was gazing at him. “Can’t sleep?” Thoughts formed in Ling’s mind, dark and sweet like a ripe plum. Ran Fan’s breasts, jutting against her thin tunic weren’t very large. He liked them bigger but hers were a tasty mouthful as he well knew. His first fumblings with a girl weren’t with court women who were all too often vapid girls trained only to say yes to their royal husbands-to-be, serve tea and look good. That sort of thing bored Ling. He had no time for tedious women who didn’t challenge him. No, he had chosen someone much feistier than that for his first time.
He had grown up sparring with the girl who would be his protector under the tutelage of her grandfather currently standing watch for the first leg of their sleeping period. Ling knew most of Ran Fan’s body’s best locales, platonically at first as they trained growing up, and more intimately in recent times. Still, Ling knew there were prime destinations in the land of Ran Fan that he wanted to pay a return visit to.
“I know what you’re thinking, Young Master,” Ran Fan whispered.
Ling just flipped back his thin blanket, a wide grin on his face. “It’ll tire us out nicely. Who can sleep in this heat otherwise?”
“It’ll just make us hotter,” Ran Fan replied, watching him edge closer to her.
His eyebrows danced. “It’ll be fun.” Ling reached for her.
“Grandfather is just outside.” Ran Fan leaned into his touch, her resolve melting like ice in the desert.
“That just makes it more exciting,” Ling promised, nuzzling her neck.
With a happy sigh, Ran Fan gave up protesting. Ling knew they wouldn’t have much time to play before Fuu would check on them. Slipping a hand under her shirt, Ling felt sweat against his skin as he rolled a finger around one nipple, hardening it. Ran Fan stripped off her shirt giving him free access. Ling licked the erect nipple, sucking it between his lips, rewarded by a soft inrush of air.
Ran Fan’s strong fingers massaged his privates through his trousers until his cock strained against the ties. Ling let her slither out from under him, shucking her pants as she did so. Ran Fan pulled him closer, kissing him, her mouth demanding and warm as her tongue danced in his mouth. Ling felt the undercurrent of danger in her. It sang in her blood, attracting him like moths to flame.
Along with danger came desire. Ling could taste it as he sucked at her tongue, smell it like perfume from her pores, see it in her dark eyes. He wanted to bury himself deep in her, to drown in the dangerous pool of desire but that was going to have to wait until they found civilization. Fuu inspected every bag they brought to make sure they only had the necessities. With Ran Fan as the sole hint of femininity on the journey, Fuu would have no doubts who a tin of condoms – or given the length of the journey and the ardency of Ling’s desire, many tins – would have been for.
Ran Fan swung over him, her shapely back facing him as she leaned over to undo the ties to his trousers. Ling lifted his hips so she could shove his pants halfway down. He smothered his happy sigh against her firm thigh as Ran Fan took his cock in deep into her mouth. She knew as well as he their unfortunate and arid circumstances which didn’t allow for a lot of lingering and foreplay no matter what they might want.
She rolled them both on their sides. Ling didn’t mind. He liked letting her have control. He was going to be emperor some day, always in control, but in private, Ling didn’t mind losing it, not to Ran Fan at least. Ling locked his hands behind her buttocks, drawing her closer as he nuzzled into her, parting her delicate tissues with his tongue. His tongue probed and twirled until she was running salt.
Her strong fingers digging into his back and thigh as her mouth worked the length of him, Ran Fan brought Ling to the crux of a new problem. They were still learning all the pleasures their bodies had to offer. Ran Fan was willing to wrap her sweet lips around his cock but Ling wasn’t sure she’d want to drink down the inevitable conclusion of this act. He felt oddly shy about it himself.
Pulling away from her gently, Ling murmured, “Got to…” But where? He didn’t dare let Mr. Fuu find out because Ling was sure a declaration of ‘I’m a prince, I can do what I want’ would hold no water with Fuu.
Ran Fan picked up on his distress and his problem. She gazed around at the canvas tent then said softly. “Grandfather is out front.” She went to the back and lifted the canvas up just enough for Ling to skin under it.
It was far less satisfying to finish the job himself all over the rough, rocky sand but it was also better than getting caught and being taken out of the path to the throne by an irate Fuu. How he didn’t get caught since it was brighter than polished gold out, Ling didn’t know. When he snuck back in, Ran Fan had a stick of incense burning.
“I’m doing my meditations before it’s my turn to take watch,” she said, primly redressed as if nothing had happened. “Go to sleep, Young Master.”
Ling wasn’t sure if the perfume of incense would cover the scent of sex but he certainly hope so. He offered Ran Fan a happy smile and on her command, he drifted away on the fragrant clouds.
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