Violent Leisure ch 1-last part

[forgottenlover]

I promise I’ll make the chapters shorter… I uh… didn’t think it was this long @-@

Chapter one- last part


Kimblee spread the mixture evenly on either side of Mustang's outer thighs along the length of the fabric. He activated the timed charge and sat back, fingering the glass surface of the container as he watched the blue-green flames consume the material in a matter of seconds. A lopsided grin graced his lips as the remains fluttered to the floor. "Another nice addition to the prattling pattern I'm making. These go very well with the ones on your legs... bet they sting by now."

Only now he wasn't glaring at him anymore, having closed his eyes tightly against the burn on his skin. He didn't see the expression because of that. He had to answer though, he was just itching to reply. "You've been burned before, shouldn't you know?" He pried his eyes open, quelling his body before it could really react, though his voice was barely audible.

“Mmm, yes. But then again you should know that." His voice was a dangerous purr as he resettled himself between the man's thighs. He stared down into the face he'd been obsessing over since he was sentenced to death and found it not unlike he remembered. Upset, angry, worried, and a bit scruffy. It was like taking a step back in time to just before the war ended, to the day he first tasted those lips. He'd pulled Mustang to him that night, pressed into him for more than just the contact and fed on his surprised and yet willing mouth. It had been rushed and sloppy, but it had tasted wonderfully. The ash and blood mingled in their mouths and for a brief moment Kimblee thought time had stopped... but it was over in the blink of an eye and before he knew it he had been captured and sentenced to death. Yet he remembered Mustang and that brief encounter, and had wondered what would have happened if the wall hadn't have crumbled behind their backs. It was a fantasy he enjoyed having, but reality was better, and that's where he returned with a laugh. "You were the one to burn me the worst, but I don't think you quite remember that. This is just merely allowing me to return the favor."

A distinct mark of confusion crossed his face then, chasing away some of the determination with flat out bewilderment. What the hell was the man talking about now? He certainly wasn't talking about real flames anymore.

He made a pained expression that was completely ruined by the devious smirk that refused to mold with the mask. "I'm crushed, truly crushed you don't remember. Come, my little pony, think real hard." He leaned forward and tapped Mustang's forehead none too gently. "Think back to just before I was taken into custody, something of which I blame you for by the way, remember the gutted shelter and falling timbers. I especially love the thought of that particular wall crashing down and the distinct feeling of heat that had nothing to do with us being against it at the time. Pity that, wish it had been. I was quite fond of that moment." He sighed at the memory then glared harshly into the black pits below him. "That was quick thinking, bringing the wall down with your alchemy. But a simple "no" would have sufficed."

"You never did take rejection well." He remembered what he was talking about now alright. There was no way he could not know now that it had been pointed out. The only kiss he'd ever gotten from a guy had been from the jerk who had him tied to the floor at the moment. He hadn't really thought a simple no would have been adequate at the time... besides... he'd panicked a little.

"No I don't suppose I did. But I wasn't going to blow your head off if you had said no. Contrary to popular belief I wasn't prone to blowing people up for disagreeing with me. If that had been the case I doubt I would have made it through training." He scoffed, only half remembering what had been said about him all those years ago. So what if he portrayed himself as insane... it was easier to deal with people if they were to afraid to talk to you. Then again it made some things worse, like dating. But he hadn’t been worried about that during the war. Of course, he had been a bit rash in his youth and pinning some guy, even if he was a fellow soldier whom you thought would of been a great lay, to a wall and shoving his tongue in his mouth... heh, yes rash, but very satisfying.

"I've been told repeatedly I should think before acting." He couldn't really hold his gaze, his own flitting down and aside a little. It hadn’t been because it hadn't occurred to him to just say no, he'd just reacted. Like when he'd decided to be clever and try to fry someone in the middle of a rainstorm. This time he'd gotten himself into a mess for not thinking or acting. Idiot.

"Never was a strong suit of yours, but you have a mind when it counts... for the most part." He'd had quite enough of playing nice and strolling down memory lane. Its only purpose was to remind both himself and Mustang of the stupidity of youth and yet it left his mind to dredge up the unhappy portion of years he'd thought he buried. Another pain he would have to thank the alchemist for. Kimblee's hands skimmed over Roy's bare inner thighs in feather light caresses and leaned forward. "I don't believe that will be a problem for much longer."

He shivered a little at the touch, dark eyes flicking back to gold. There was one thing he'd always believed about Kimblee, he only acted insane because people expected him to be insane. He wondered why he was thinking about that now and batted the thought aside, remembering that he wanted to know something. "What do you mean by that?"

"Exactly how it sounds, you're not so dense as to understand that are you?" He moved his hands crept upward while he asked, ghosting on the area just on either side of the man's groin. "I doubt you'll be able to do much thinking with what I have in mind. I can just imagine what would be floating through your head though... something along the lines of "this is all my fault"."

He wanted very much to squirm away from that touch, maybe even just up and run away, but he was trapped in place, unable to go anywhere. What Kimblee was so clearly implying... well, it downright scared him, and he closed his eyes against the rising need to do just about anything to get loose. It irked him though that the light touches were settling his nerves even through that sensation.

"Dealing with reality yet? Or still happily delusional?" He purred huskily and kneaded the sensitive flesh before he wrapped a hand around the semi-flaccid shaft. This entire evening was shaping up to be something Kimblee would treasure in the wee hours of his life. No, he didn't have the illusion of living much longer, maybe a few years, but he knew the dogged determination the military had. Right now though, all he was worrying with was enjoying the moment.

Roy made a noise of protest in the back of his throat, eyes opening again to show a very mixed and wide range of emotions. All it really indicated was that the man really didn't know how he should be feeling about what was happening to him. It was harder for him to make it into a bad thing if it felt good. Then something that was really an insight to himself as well as Kimblee made it's way past his lips. "I don't do reality."

"Funny, it seems reality is about to do you." It was hard to say if he was more amused by the man's admission or his colorful play on the statement. He could be corny when he wanted and this was clearly a time for it. Even if it was just for his own twisted benefit. He moved his hand along the length, mentally counting the time it would take him to get the man beyond flustered. When it happened he would take what he wanted. Though, he had doubts that he'd be able to wait that long.

"It's left me alone so far, it can keep doing that." Roy shifted a little, voice getting a little husky, but he still seemed to be firmly denying himself. He also wouldn't look the man in the eyes anymore, he simply couldn't. He was running out of ways to keep himself from reacting, but he kept trying.

"It could but I won't." He licked his lips at the man's posturing. He wouldn't look at him. Even though that was a clear sign of defeat in anyone else's book it wasn't enough for Kimblee. He wanted to see it clearly written in those glossy black eyes as he slammed himself into the arrogant bastard. "You should stop denying yourself the simple pleasures in life Roy."

"Trying to intrigue me into giving the idea a fair chance?" He flicked his eyes to gauge Kimblee's expression, taking a shuddery breath as he reigned himself in. Now the man was dealing just in something like pleasure, he could handle that. No combining the two and he'd be fine.

"I don't believe I gave you a choice in the matter." With that said, he released the shaft and moved upwards to claim the man's mouth. He anchored Mustang's head with both hands and pressed his tongue past his lips into the warm area beyond. He lightly began to caress Roy's temples in an effort to calm himself down. It wasn't working for the simple reason that the taste was driving him mad.

Roy didn't bite him this time, and he'd swallowed away most of the blood that had lingered in his mouth from before. He made a little sound in the back of his throat, eyes flicking closed as he unwillingly relaxed into it. The man was being far too nice.

Kimblee pulled back slightly, nibbling on the man's lower lip. "Much better." He licked at both lips before raising up and palming the olive oil he'd picked up earlier. This would probably confuse the poor boy more than his being gentle, but he didn't care. His need was growing with each passing moment, and he wouldn't deny himself this one victory. He shivered with the idea of Roy writhing beneath his touch and moaning out. His clothes were by far too tight now. Something he would alleviate soon. For now he poured a small amount onto the exposed stomach and massaged it into the skin while he took his mouth again.

Roy hadn't expected that in the least, and he startled a little. He felt his resolve rapidly leaving him as he was... petted for lack of a better term. He didn't know if Kimblee had a motive behind the oil, but it wasn't as though it mattered if he did, what could he do about it? He didn't return the kiss though, still resisting in that small way. It was more a tremor of tension though. He didn't know what to expect after all.

He couldn't help but shake his head slightly at his little toy, as he'd started to refer to him within his mind. It had just struck him that Roy was a complete and total virgin when it came to this. Sure, the boy was quite the lady's man, and it'll always be like that... but for some reason Kimblee thought that little kiss wasn't his first from a man. Wow, that was a shock and delight rolled into one nice package. "Seems I get the first of everything from you." He whispered pulling away from Roy's mouth to nibble just under his chin.

That firmly quashed any and all doubts as to what Kimblee's intentions were and he turned his head in a far muted protest from the ones he'd been putting up at the start of this little encounter. "No need to put it like that." Apparently he could still growl.

"And just," Kiss, "how," nibble, "would you like," he moved his oiled hand back between them to slide along Roy' shaft, "me to put it? It's the truth isn't it?" He was beyond entertained with the idea of taking something that was far more valuable to Roy than his freedom. "And if it isn't... well we'll soon find out now won't we?"

Roy clenched and unclenched his fists where they were pinioned above his head, drawing a sharp breath at the resumed touch. He didn't like that he could almost feel his resistance crumbling. "Just don't say it that way."

"Feeling sentimental about it or something? Or just don't like being reminded exactly what's happening?" Kimblee's laugh was harsh against the man's ear. "You really are an idiot but fun to play with. Too bad it will only be for a short while more. I have other things to do after all." He sat up and released Mustang again. This time so he could unbutton his own pants and slide them down his hips. He didn't go in for the underwear bit, felt it was too constricting. With a smirk, he leaned back over the prone man and resumed his teasing.

Roy shivered under his hands, but managed to reign in the oncoming panic before it could really affect him. He was only a bit subdued, not broken. He wouldn't let himself fall apart.

Kimblee took his oiled hand and began to stroke his hardened member. It felt good, and he had to bite down on Mustang's neck to keep from groaning out just how much he enjoyed the sensation. It had been mildly frustrating to keep up the banter, not to mention grooming the man to this point, but it had been worth the effort. Things were just to simple and sweet for his tastes though. This wasn't going to last. Besides, he needed to hear Mustang scream after all. He lapped at the new bite on the battered neck and positioned himself just at the man's entrance.

Roy ignored the tremble that had been inching up his body from his stressed legs and pulled away a bit, the bite having already unraveled a chunk of his remaining willpower. Stupid reactions entirely ruined things. He wasn't about to just let Kimblee have him though.

Kimblee lifted the man's unwilling hips slightly and moved closer until the tip of his shaft pressed against the opening. He tried to keep himself in control of the moment, but the will to do so was fading with the surge of want and need coursing through his veins. This was going to be rough, fast, and very satisfying to him alone, so he wanted it to last as long as possible. In a small, very small, way he felt sorry for Roy Mustang, but quickly pushed it aside with his next cruelly spoken words. "This will hurt you far more than it will me Mustang. Hope you enjoy the ride." The grunt that slipped from his lips as he shoved himself inside was both of pleasure and of pain. This is the price he was willing to pay for not preparing the alchemist. The tightness was both a welcome and uncomfortable, but after a moment to compose himself it was getting better.

Roy bit his lip, eyes closing tightly as he tried to ward off the wave of complete agony the actions slammed him with. He dug his nails into his palms, trying to ward off the sensation through distraction. It was no good, and he realized rather abruptly that he was whimpering in a rather pitiful manner, but it hurt too much for him to really care.

A few more shallow breaths gave Kimblee all he needed to steady himself. I was right, I am was the man's first. His mind laughed as he began to pull out. Poor thing must be in so much pain... fucking bastard deserves it. He pushed himself back in slowly, trying to draw out those wonderful whimpers and possibly gain new ones. Kimblee figured any faster and the pain alone would send Mustang into the abyss, and he couldn’t have that. No, he was going to make sure the alchemist would be awake until he was good and done.

After he had a second to get past the initial agony, he was able to open his eyes, breaths shallow and rapid as he tried to get past the pain to at least elsewhere in his head. A keen escaped him when Kimblee moved, and he arched his back, trying to keep the other man from hitting him with that pain again. Why would anyone want to do this willingly? He simply couldn't comprehend it.

"Still don't do reality?" Kimblee asked on another slow thrust, gripping the quivering hips tightly. He had thought he was through with baiting the man earlier, but the opportunity to throw the man's own words back at him was too ripe. Besides, if he was going to do it, he might as well get it in while the sensations were still too fresh to completely engulf him in their wake.

A shudder ran over the smaller figure with the words, and it was clear he wasn't so lost in the pain that he wasn't still aware of everything else. The only place he could go inside was his alchemy, and he couldn't go there unless he was able to do it. At the moment, he wasn't. He strained at his bindings, pulling futilely at his hands as he tried to get out of Kimblee’s grip. If he hadn't been so damn stupid, this wouldn't have happened... He turned his head aside, drawing ragged breaths. He wouldn't cry, he would not.

It was hard for him to moderate his movements when all he wanted was to forget reason and give into the sensations. He knew, though, that if he did he would go over the edge to soon. Kimblee refused to let that happen. This was meant as a treat, not some random encounter. Mustang was special, he was meant to be savored. Maybe he was being sentimental to himself, but he was beginning to think this is how it could have been back then, only with a more than willing partner. Not that he cared that he was taking what he wanted... he didn't care about anyone but himself after all.

The simple fact that his frenzy of movement had been utterly ineffective made him stop, eyes blinking against the tears he could feel burning behind his eyes. No crying allowed. He couldn't stop the torrent of little pained noises that were escaping him, so he harshly kept himself from crying. If that was all he could manage, that's what he'd do. He quit struggling.

Kimblee had fed hungrily on the pitiful attempts to get away. The struggling of any victim had always excited him but with Roy's they seemed to awaken something deeper within himself. Something feral and wanting. It was all too much and not enough at the same time. He wanted to possess whatever it was that made up Mustang's being, to control it. It only fueled him more to possess the man fully when the struggling ceased. It made him toss his barriers aside and push into the tight entrance all the harder. He ground against the man's hips in his faster thrust, nearly panting with the effort.

Roy shivered under the onslaught, the black of unconsciousness lingering just beyond his reach. He hated how pain wouldn't make him pass out. It would have spared him so many horrors... He'd never dealt with anything like this before though. He was being forcibly taken by the only person who could well and truly influence him... and he couldn't handle it. It was his own stupidity that brought him here after all, he should be able to deal with it. A dry sob hitched in his throat. No tears, no tears now.

Oh how he wished those bonds would let him position his little toy. He wanted him bent over and yielding to him. That image alone managed to rip a groan from his throat. He'd forgotten how good it felt to take what he wanted from some unwilling bitch or bastard whenever he felt the need rise. It took him back to the war and before. How he had his fun in those days. And yet he never got the chance to have his way with Mustang then, the bastard effectively stopped that and had gotten him captured. He bent over the man, pressing his palms underneath the ashen thighs pushing them slightly higher so each slam he made hit deeper.

The combination of the new strain, and a sudden, utterly unwelcome shot of pleasure, combined to crumble the last of his defense. How the hell could anything about what the man was doing feel good? It hurt like hell, in fact, burning along most of his nerves... The tears he'd been trying so hard to contain finally broke free. He kept his face turned aside, but his position wasn't letting him hide a damn thing.

"Oh?! I see you liked that." Kimblee grunted out through the haze of pure ecstasy he was experiencing. He pounded himself over and over into the newly willing body, prolonging his circling climax. He was so close and the sight of those lovely tears leaking from underneath those surprisingly thick lashes... it was all too much.

He couldn't react properly to what was happening anymore. It hurt and felt good, he was afraid, but accepting at the same time... He opened his eyes with the comment though, glancing briefly to him only to be caught in almost fascination. Of course, that didn't stop his other actions from continuing.

"So... fucking tight!" Damn the man, damn him to the deepest wells of hell. Kimblee was doomed from the beginning of this encounter and he was just now realizing it. How the fuck did he let himself be drawn into his own game? It was all Mustang's fault, everything was! But he'd be damned if he didn’t enjoy every moment. He could feel the muscles contract around his shaft as he continued rocking into the man. He was moaning out with each plunge forward, a telltale sign he was about to cum, but he was going to relish each second until he flooded the man's entrance.

Despite the fact that his body was doing his damndest to betray him, he ignored it, letting his body do whatever it was going to. The tears were a bit annoying, and the pain and pleasure were distracting, but he watched, suddenly realizing that whatever else, Kimblee wasn't unaffected by all this either. It certainly didn't make him blame himself any less, but it made him feel better.

He bent further over Roy's chest, panting heavily with his need. It wasn’t very long now, and he wanted to watch the man's face when he came into him. He wanted to see what those eyes would show him. Would he still see that arrogant defiance, or would they finally show the pained resignation he was wanting from the beginning? It was all he was craving when the familiar tensing became apparent. He dug his nails into the man's thighs, smiling down at the ashen face in hazed lust.

Roy snapped back into the moment as he felt the rush of heat inside his body, and he whimpered, both gratified to have caused the other man pleasure and completely appalled at himself for feeling that way. The first was much stronger than the latter. If he had no choice than at least he'd done well...

Kimblee didn't stop thrusting until he had felt the last of his seed empty into the man. Releasing the slightly bloodied thighs, he planted his hands on either side of the exposed torso. The alchemist made such wonderful little noises and the whimper that welcomed him was like music to his ears. He didn't make a move to disconnect himself from Roy's body, instead leaving himself deep within the warm confines. Kimblee moved himself just slightly so he could reach at the pale battered neck, giving it a light suck before purring into Mustang's ear. "That was good Mustang, very good. I haven't had a feeling like that in a very long time. You should be pleased with the result." He again kissed the man's neck, trying to regain his composure.

Roy closed his eyes, turning his head a fraction. It wasn't a defiant action anymore, but as there was no going anywhere... It was more like an offer. Since Kimblee wasn't moving anymore, the pain was easing a bit, but he couldn't drag any of his shards of self-defense back up.

A soft palm was against the turned cheek where light fingers were brushing at the tears. Kimblee would have smiled devilishly at the involuntary admission he was given, but instead he kissed the bruised cheek almost tenderly. "Where's the retort Mustang? Finally have nothing to say to me?" This was more than satisfying but somehow he wanted more.

He took a deep breath, then let it out in a shuddery whimper. He swallowed a couple times before summoning up a wobbly whisper, eyes flicking back to the man on him and in him. He'd never been interested in that before, he hadn't! "No… nothing to say."

"Too bad, you know how I enjoy our light banter." He chuckled quietly, reaching his lips up to kiss at the man's eyes. "You were always verbal, so forgive me if I'm just a tad disheartened that you were so quiet. Next time I would prefer something a bit more vocal." He moved his hips to slowly pull out of the tight hold Roy's muscles had on him. "But for this encounter... perfect."

"I... next time?" He bit his lips against the pain after the almost stuttered question. He was doing rather well though, at least in gathering his composure, but there was something off about the overall affect.

With little effort, Kimblee pressed a hand against the bonds on the man's wrists, causing them to crumble neatly in a small blast. He didn't have any worries about having to fend the Flame alchemist off, he didn't think he was going anywhere fast for a while yet. The hand came back down to caress the cheek again. "Oh, I bet you thought you'd get to go out with a bang? Tsk Tsk. There you go trying to use your brain again." He pulled away from the man's body and rolled off. "I'm not going to use you as a bomb, not today at least. And I like the feeling of you underneath me Colonel." He stood up to redress his lower half, sending an amused look at the prone figure.

He couldn't help a minute twitch as he heard his rank, and he pulled his hands down slowly, the strained position having made just moving them difficult, and that's ignoring the fact that he'd made his wrists bleed. He wanted his feet free though, and that required moving. The shirt tatters that were still left on his frame only served to irritate his skin. "Oh... That's... not really something I would have expected." He pushed himself slightly upright, managing to keep most of the quaver out of his voice this time, though his head was bowed.

Kimblee gave him a thoughtful look when he turned around. He wasn't a man of emotion, well, not one of the caring kind. He didn't care about anyone or anything , he fucking blew them up. He destroyed lives every day, so why the hell should he care? But something made him want to leave Mustang breathing. He'd wanted to place his hand firmly on the bare chest and turn him into nothing more than another bloodstained memory. He made his way over to the now upright heap of flesh and bone and placed his hand atop the raven hair. "You'll find I'm full of surprises."

He froze for a moment under the touch, dark eyes wary as they peered up at Kimblee, then he slid his hands to one of his ankles, dropping his eyes to study the bindings. He was flexible, but he wanted his legs out of this position before his muscles locked. He could deal with the shivery, disturbing voice in the back of his mind telling him that something was very wrong after that.

"And I find that you are as well..." He said mostly to himself, tearing his eyes away. He needed to get away from the man as quickly as possible. Something wasn't right with this situation, why didn't he just end all the insanity and make his problem blow away like he'd always done? This was getting to deep for him and the best way to deal with that was to run. He wasn't a coward, not by a long shot, but he knew the value of get away while he could. He flicked his braid over his shoulder and walked to the door without looking back. He didn’t get what he came for but got something far better, whether it was a good thing remained to be seen.

Roy watched Kimblee move away, quickly etching an array with a bit of his blood to burn off the bindings. It was noisier than the little explosion, but he could unfold his leg to go to the other. The long haired alchemist heard the noise, almost turning around to see if he should be worried. But Kimblee knew the man wouldn't be able to do much in his limited capacity. The poor boy was battered, bruised, and bleeding... and how that excited him to think about. He had to swallow hard to banish away thoughts of a repeat. He couldn't afford that and doubted that Roy-boy would make it through it conscious or alive. Kimblee smirked widely and walked out the door with a parting shot, "Next time I expect to hear you scream." Then he was gone into the night, still wearing a self-satisfied smirk.