Fullmetal Alchemist - Archer/Kimbly - #7 One Song Glory
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Archer/Kimbly
Author: forchancookie
Artist: tomoe_daeva
Theme: #7 One Song Glory
Warnings: NC-17, Yaoi
"I can't believe I'm here." Archer muttered.
"Believe it Frank." Kimblee said happily looking around.
It was Amestris Day and they had driven out to the hill near the Waller Shell with a large blanket and a some food. The Central City Orchestra was holding a concert and afterwards there were to be fireworks. Archer never had been one to celebrate, despite it being a national holiday honoring their country. He just took the day off and would relax and read at home rather than getting tangled up in the holiday frenzy, but this year Kimblee had been insistent that they go out. Archer was still trying to figure out why they were so far away from the shell instead of down on the greens with the rest of the crowd. Not that he wasn't grateful for it. He was glad that he wasn't a part of the teeming masses, but he was still a bit surprised by the location Kimblee chose. They could still hear the music, but it was not as clear from the hilltop. Kimblee probably just wanted a better view of the fireworks. It seemed like that was right up his alley after all.
Once they'd parked the car, Kimblee shoved the blanket in Archer's arms and told him to find a good spot to watch. With a sigh, Archer and hunted out a nice flat spot free of rocks and spread the blanket. Kimblee walked over with a basket of food and nodded his approval. Where he produced a picnic basket from, Archer wasn't sure. He'd never owned such a thing in his entire life. But this was Kimblee. Perhaps he'd simply made the thing. He was an alchemist after all.
Kimblee sat down and started pulling out their food. Archer had been surprised to discover that Kimblee enjoyed cooking. He'd been wary about the food at first, but Kimblee had proven himself to be more than competent. He said that there was no choice in what he ate in prison and now that he was free he was going to eat how he pleased, and he did. Archer was the type of person who worked off of a schedule. He'd write down a menu ahead of time and do his grocery shopping based on that list. Kimblee was more spontaneous in his food preparation. He'd run out to the store to get items for a single dish and was even known to change his mind mid-recipe and create something completely different. It was frustrating, but at the same time quite fascinating. Archer was slowly getting used to his disorganization. Despite the chaotic manner in which Kimblee cooked, he rarely had much to complain about as the food was decent.
Kimblee had gone all out with the celebratory feast. There were barbecued ribs, barbecued chicken, potato salad, macaroni salad, fruit salad, potato chips, onion dip, a jar of pickles, and even a bottle of wine on ice. He'd expected a six pack of beer, but Kimblee had surprised him with a decent vintage in a bucket of ice.
"Well, start eating." Kimblee urged.
"You made enough food to feed our entire department." Archer said as he began to serve himself.
Kimblee shrugged. "More leftovers for lunches." He started tearing into some ribs.
Archer nodded. He'd much rather have a lunch of leftovers than anything from the military's cafeteria. He'd had a few brushes with their sub par food and sworn off it for good. He was more than happy to take the simple brown bagged lunches that Kimblee handed him in the morning as long as it meant avoiding the military's idea of lunch. Kimblee's idea of lunch was far more appealing.
Down below, the orchestra started to play and Archer settled down to eat and listen to the music. He had to admit, he enjoyed listening to the orchestra play. It was a mixture of classical pieces along with some more modern arrangements, but it was all tasteful and well played. Even Kimblee seemed attentive as he quietly ate and listened. Archer helped himself to seconds as he listened to a strong tenor voice sing along to one of the songs.
Once they had eaten their fill, Kimblee slowly put covers on the food and put it away. He got up and put the food back in the car, leaving out the bottle of wine and their glasses. He stretched, popping his back as he looked down at the orchestra.
Archer sipped his wine and watched Kimblee move around. "Do you want to go closer?"
Kimblee shook his head. "No. I think we have the best seats in the house right where we are. Great view. We can hear the music just fine. No crowd. I'm fine right here."
Archer nodded. He had to agree that their secluded position on the hill was far better than being crushed together with the rest of the people swarming around the Shell below.
After strolling over to a tree to relieve himself, Kimblee walked back and settled down on the blanket beside Archer. He picked up his glass of wine and took a sip. He glanced over and watched Archer nod his head slowly in time to the music. It wasn't often that the man let go enough to do something as simple as lose himself in music. He was glad that he was comfortable enough around him to let down his guard. He settled down letting the music carry him along as he waited. Luckily, he didn't have long to wait.
"Here comes the finale," Kimblee said as the first strains of the 1812 Overture reached them. He put his wine glass down and shifted closer to Archer. Archer glanced at him and, after a moment of consideration, put his arm around Kimblee's shoulder. Kimblee grinned as he looked over at him. "Frank?"
"Yes Kimblee?"
"Will you fuck me?" He asked, leaning in to nibble on Archer's ear.
"What?"
"I want you to fuck me, now, while they're playing this song. I want you to fuck me while the canons fire. I want to scream you name while fireworks explode overhead. I want to come with star bursts in my eyes and thunder in my ears." He purred, reaching out and stroking Archer through his pants.
"Hmm," Archer turned towards him. "Is that the whole reason we came here?"
Kimblee nodded. "I always wanted to do it during this thing. To feel your cock in me with all those explosions." He shivered. "So you'll fuck me?" He kissed Archer's neck.
"When do I ever pass up the opportunity?" He asked, turning and capturing his lips.
Kimblee grinned. "You're so good to me Frank."
"I am." He pushed him down onto the blanket. "Don't forget it." He started to unbutton Kimblee's shirt, running a hand up his chest.
"I won't," he said grinning up at him.
They shed their clothes quickly and Kimblee held out a bottle of lube to Frank.
"You had this all planned out." He looked impressed as he took the offered bottle.
"Of course." Kimblee purred, spreading his legs. "Fantasy fulfillment takes a lot of planning."
"What if I had decided not to cooperate?" Archer squeezed the lube onto his fingers. He was quick to push two of them into Kimblee. Kimblee made a desperate sound that went straight to his cock.
"Ah! You said so yourself. You never pass up a chance. And if you did, I was going to be very convincing." He grinned, thrusting back on Archer's fingers.
"Yes. You do have your ways."
"Mmm. Yeah. Enough chit chat now. Give me your cock Frank." He tugged on his arm.
"That's no way to ask for it." He twisted his fingers to rub up against Kimblee's prostate.
Kimblee gave a desperate gasp as his body shuddered. "P-please." He hissed.
Archer smirked. "Much better." He teased the little bump again before withdrawing his fingers. He spread lube on his cock and looked down at Kimblee. Even half-closed, Kimblee's golden eyes shone fiercely as he panted, waiting for Archer's next move. "Tell me," Archer said, leaning down and brushing his lips over Kimblee's. "What is your fantasy position?"
Kimblee licked Archer's lips and pushed him back. "Like this. I want to see the sky." He took a hold of his legs, holding himself open for Archer.
Archer chuckled. "You don't seem the type, but you're a hopeless romantic."
Kimblee gave him an offended look. "I'm not roman-" He was cut off mid-word as Archer pushed his cock into him. "Shit!" He moaned.
Archer pressed forward and took advantage of Kimblee's open mouth. He kissed him hard, pressing his tongue against Kimblee's. Kimblee let out another pleased sound as his tongue pushed back. Archer knew that Kimblee would die before admitting he had any sort of interest in something as sentimental as romance, but he'd lived with him long enough to see such hidden sides. They were both private men, but in each other they had found someone to confide in, someone to share such ridiculous fancies like romantic fantasies with.
Kimblee nipped at Archer's tongue. "I see you thinking. Stop. Just fuck me."
As the music picked up, so did Archer. With his arms wrapped under Kimblee's, he held his wiry body close as he thrust into him. He could feel Kimblee's fingers digging into his hips, urging him on. He licked at Kimblee's neck, rolling the salty flavor of skin over his tongue. Kimblee moaned and Archer began to suck on the skin beneath his lips. Distantly, he could hear the familiar blare of trumpets. Then the canons began to fire. Under him Kimblee shuddered.
"Ah! Fuck! Harder, Frank, harder!" He begged as he stared up at the sky. The first of the fireworks lit up the sky with sparks of red and gold. They briefly devoured the darkness before raining back towards the earth and dying out.
Archer, ever the attentive lover, gripped Kimblee tightly and pushed harder. Kimblee could hear the crash of cymbals, the crack of canons, the thunder of the fireworks overhead. The smell of sulfur and gunpowder filled his nose and as Archer thrust into him hard and deep. Kimblee cried out, clutching at Archer as his body arched up. It seemed like the sparks from the fireworks had landed on his skin and now traveled through his body, setting off more explosions of sensation. He stared up at the sky, watching a fantastic flash of light burn like a miniature sun and he moaned desperately. Kimblee shivered with ecstasy as he came, christening their skin with his pleasure.
The fireworks splashed multicolored light over Kimblee's face, highlighting his look of pleasure and satisfaction. Archer growled and thrust harder, eager to join him. Kimblee looked up at Archer as tightened around Archer's cock. Archer gasped as his hips snapped forward driving him into Kimblee's tight ass. With a triumphant snarl, he came, hips pumping desperately as he emptied himself into Kimblee's body, giving him the explosive ending that he wanted.
Spent, they laid together, panting hard to catch their breath. Once he felt able to move, Archer withdrew and stretched out on the blanket beside Kimblee. Naked and sated, they stared up at the sky as fireworks continued to sparkle overhead. Kimblee rolled over, fitting himself to Archer's side. His fingers wandered over Archer's chest as he watched the colored light dance across the man's face. He reached up, cupping Archer's cheek and drawing his face to the side. He met Archer's lips with his own. Their kiss was slow and deep and when Kimblee drew away, he had to fight to catch his breath again.
He ran his thumb over Archer's cheekbone and met his questioning gaze. "Tell me Frank. What's your fantasy?"
Author's Note: This is Dark Theme number seven, "One Song Glory." This idea struck me on the Fourth of July while listening to the annual Boston Pops special "Pops Goes the Fourth". The grand finale is a stunning rendition of the 1812 Overture complete with canons, bells, and fireworks. I thought to myself, "I bet Kimblee would love that." And thus this fic was born. If you've never heard the 1812 Overture, shame on you. I've uploaded a Boston Pops recording with the wonderful John Williams at the baton here for your enjoyment while reading this fic. Download it now. Then listen, read, and enjoy.
Pairing: Archer/Kimbly
Author: forchancookie
Artist: tomoe_daeva
Theme: #7 One Song Glory
Warnings: NC-17, Yaoi
"I can't believe I'm here." Archer muttered.
"Believe it Frank." Kimblee said happily looking around.
It was Amestris Day and they had driven out to the hill near the Waller Shell with a large blanket and a some food. The Central City Orchestra was holding a concert and afterwards there were to be fireworks. Archer never had been one to celebrate, despite it being a national holiday honoring their country. He just took the day off and would relax and read at home rather than getting tangled up in the holiday frenzy, but this year Kimblee had been insistent that they go out. Archer was still trying to figure out why they were so far away from the shell instead of down on the greens with the rest of the crowd. Not that he wasn't grateful for it. He was glad that he wasn't a part of the teeming masses, but he was still a bit surprised by the location Kimblee chose. They could still hear the music, but it was not as clear from the hilltop. Kimblee probably just wanted a better view of the fireworks. It seemed like that was right up his alley after all.
Once they'd parked the car, Kimblee shoved the blanket in Archer's arms and told him to find a good spot to watch. With a sigh, Archer and hunted out a nice flat spot free of rocks and spread the blanket. Kimblee walked over with a basket of food and nodded his approval. Where he produced a picnic basket from, Archer wasn't sure. He'd never owned such a thing in his entire life. But this was Kimblee. Perhaps he'd simply made the thing. He was an alchemist after all.
Kimblee sat down and started pulling out their food. Archer had been surprised to discover that Kimblee enjoyed cooking. He'd been wary about the food at first, but Kimblee had proven himself to be more than competent. He said that there was no choice in what he ate in prison and now that he was free he was going to eat how he pleased, and he did. Archer was the type of person who worked off of a schedule. He'd write down a menu ahead of time and do his grocery shopping based on that list. Kimblee was more spontaneous in his food preparation. He'd run out to the store to get items for a single dish and was even known to change his mind mid-recipe and create something completely different. It was frustrating, but at the same time quite fascinating. Archer was slowly getting used to his disorganization. Despite the chaotic manner in which Kimblee cooked, he rarely had much to complain about as the food was decent.
Kimblee had gone all out with the celebratory feast. There were barbecued ribs, barbecued chicken, potato salad, macaroni salad, fruit salad, potato chips, onion dip, a jar of pickles, and even a bottle of wine on ice. He'd expected a six pack of beer, but Kimblee had surprised him with a decent vintage in a bucket of ice.
"Well, start eating." Kimblee urged.
"You made enough food to feed our entire department." Archer said as he began to serve himself.
Kimblee shrugged. "More leftovers for lunches." He started tearing into some ribs.
Archer nodded. He'd much rather have a lunch of leftovers than anything from the military's cafeteria. He'd had a few brushes with their sub par food and sworn off it for good. He was more than happy to take the simple brown bagged lunches that Kimblee handed him in the morning as long as it meant avoiding the military's idea of lunch. Kimblee's idea of lunch was far more appealing.
Down below, the orchestra started to play and Archer settled down to eat and listen to the music. He had to admit, he enjoyed listening to the orchestra play. It was a mixture of classical pieces along with some more modern arrangements, but it was all tasteful and well played. Even Kimblee seemed attentive as he quietly ate and listened. Archer helped himself to seconds as he listened to a strong tenor voice sing along to one of the songs.
Once they had eaten their fill, Kimblee slowly put covers on the food and put it away. He got up and put the food back in the car, leaving out the bottle of wine and their glasses. He stretched, popping his back as he looked down at the orchestra.
Archer sipped his wine and watched Kimblee move around. "Do you want to go closer?"
Kimblee shook his head. "No. I think we have the best seats in the house right where we are. Great view. We can hear the music just fine. No crowd. I'm fine right here."
Archer nodded. He had to agree that their secluded position on the hill was far better than being crushed together with the rest of the people swarming around the Shell below.
After strolling over to a tree to relieve himself, Kimblee walked back and settled down on the blanket beside Archer. He picked up his glass of wine and took a sip. He glanced over and watched Archer nod his head slowly in time to the music. It wasn't often that the man let go enough to do something as simple as lose himself in music. He was glad that he was comfortable enough around him to let down his guard. He settled down letting the music carry him along as he waited. Luckily, he didn't have long to wait.
"Here comes the finale," Kimblee said as the first strains of the 1812 Overture reached them. He put his wine glass down and shifted closer to Archer. Archer glanced at him and, after a moment of consideration, put his arm around Kimblee's shoulder. Kimblee grinned as he looked over at him. "Frank?"
"Yes Kimblee?"
"Will you fuck me?" He asked, leaning in to nibble on Archer's ear.
"What?"
"I want you to fuck me, now, while they're playing this song. I want you to fuck me while the canons fire. I want to scream you name while fireworks explode overhead. I want to come with star bursts in my eyes and thunder in my ears." He purred, reaching out and stroking Archer through his pants.
"Hmm," Archer turned towards him. "Is that the whole reason we came here?"
Kimblee nodded. "I always wanted to do it during this thing. To feel your cock in me with all those explosions." He shivered. "So you'll fuck me?" He kissed Archer's neck.
"When do I ever pass up the opportunity?" He asked, turning and capturing his lips.
Kimblee grinned. "You're so good to me Frank."
"I am." He pushed him down onto the blanket. "Don't forget it." He started to unbutton Kimblee's shirt, running a hand up his chest.
"I won't," he said grinning up at him.
They shed their clothes quickly and Kimblee held out a bottle of lube to Frank.
"You had this all planned out." He looked impressed as he took the offered bottle.
"Of course." Kimblee purred, spreading his legs. "Fantasy fulfillment takes a lot of planning."
"What if I had decided not to cooperate?" Archer squeezed the lube onto his fingers. He was quick to push two of them into Kimblee. Kimblee made a desperate sound that went straight to his cock.
"Ah! You said so yourself. You never pass up a chance. And if you did, I was going to be very convincing." He grinned, thrusting back on Archer's fingers.
"Yes. You do have your ways."
"Mmm. Yeah. Enough chit chat now. Give me your cock Frank." He tugged on his arm.
"That's no way to ask for it." He twisted his fingers to rub up against Kimblee's prostate.
Kimblee gave a desperate gasp as his body shuddered. "P-please." He hissed.
Archer smirked. "Much better." He teased the little bump again before withdrawing his fingers. He spread lube on his cock and looked down at Kimblee. Even half-closed, Kimblee's golden eyes shone fiercely as he panted, waiting for Archer's next move. "Tell me," Archer said, leaning down and brushing his lips over Kimblee's. "What is your fantasy position?"
Kimblee licked Archer's lips and pushed him back. "Like this. I want to see the sky." He took a hold of his legs, holding himself open for Archer.
Archer chuckled. "You don't seem the type, but you're a hopeless romantic."
Kimblee gave him an offended look. "I'm not roman-" He was cut off mid-word as Archer pushed his cock into him. "Shit!" He moaned.
Archer pressed forward and took advantage of Kimblee's open mouth. He kissed him hard, pressing his tongue against Kimblee's. Kimblee let out another pleased sound as his tongue pushed back. Archer knew that Kimblee would die before admitting he had any sort of interest in something as sentimental as romance, but he'd lived with him long enough to see such hidden sides. They were both private men, but in each other they had found someone to confide in, someone to share such ridiculous fancies like romantic fantasies with.
Kimblee nipped at Archer's tongue. "I see you thinking. Stop. Just fuck me."
As the music picked up, so did Archer. With his arms wrapped under Kimblee's, he held his wiry body close as he thrust into him. He could feel Kimblee's fingers digging into his hips, urging him on. He licked at Kimblee's neck, rolling the salty flavor of skin over his tongue. Kimblee moaned and Archer began to suck on the skin beneath his lips. Distantly, he could hear the familiar blare of trumpets. Then the canons began to fire. Under him Kimblee shuddered.
"Ah! Fuck! Harder, Frank, harder!" He begged as he stared up at the sky. The first of the fireworks lit up the sky with sparks of red and gold. They briefly devoured the darkness before raining back towards the earth and dying out.
Archer, ever the attentive lover, gripped Kimblee tightly and pushed harder. Kimblee could hear the crash of cymbals, the crack of canons, the thunder of the fireworks overhead. The smell of sulfur and gunpowder filled his nose and as Archer thrust into him hard and deep. Kimblee cried out, clutching at Archer as his body arched up. It seemed like the sparks from the fireworks had landed on his skin and now traveled through his body, setting off more explosions of sensation. He stared up at the sky, watching a fantastic flash of light burn like a miniature sun and he moaned desperately. Kimblee shivered with ecstasy as he came, christening their skin with his pleasure.
The fireworks splashed multicolored light over Kimblee's face, highlighting his look of pleasure and satisfaction. Archer growled and thrust harder, eager to join him. Kimblee looked up at Archer as tightened around Archer's cock. Archer gasped as his hips snapped forward driving him into Kimblee's tight ass. With a triumphant snarl, he came, hips pumping desperately as he emptied himself into Kimblee's body, giving him the explosive ending that he wanted.
Spent, they laid together, panting hard to catch their breath. Once he felt able to move, Archer withdrew and stretched out on the blanket beside Kimblee. Naked and sated, they stared up at the sky as fireworks continued to sparkle overhead. Kimblee rolled over, fitting himself to Archer's side. His fingers wandered over Archer's chest as he watched the colored light dance across the man's face. He reached up, cupping Archer's cheek and drawing his face to the side. He met Archer's lips with his own. Their kiss was slow and deep and when Kimblee drew away, he had to fight to catch his breath again.
He ran his thumb over Archer's cheekbone and met his questioning gaze. "Tell me Frank. What's your fantasy?"
Author's Note: This is Dark Theme number seven, "One Song Glory." This idea struck me on the Fourth of July while listening to the annual Boston Pops special "Pops Goes the Fourth". The grand finale is a stunning rendition of the 1812 Overture complete with canons, bells, and fireworks. I thought to myself, "I bet Kimblee would love that." And thus this fic was born. If you've never heard the 1812 Overture, shame on you. I've uploaded a Boston Pops recording with the wonderful John Williams at the baton here for your enjoyment while reading this fic. Download it now. Then listen, read, and enjoy.