Breaking Things (sucky!drabble/R)
Title:: Breaking Things
Author:: sanguineus
Rating:: R for gratuitous use of the word 'fuck'.
Summary:: Standard Kimblee leaving Greed for Archer drabble thing. x.o;
Notes:: Eh. Not really spoilers. It's kind of not very good, though... I need to write better and more ;.;
Disclaimer:: I don't own FMA! UWaaaaaaaaaah!!! ._;
There was something about the shock and betrayal cutting across your hard features that really got to me-there's a flash of oh, fuck, not so hard, and then your hot breath against my ear, or just beneath it, or just behind; and a terrible sense of self-admiration on my part, because the only memories I have of you involve some sort of pain on your part; pain because, when you look at me, it's wanting everything and touching it-but never having it. You want and want and want-everything, and I think I love that. Not you, of course-never you, but I love that I have something you see as your own, and yet can't reach; not now, and when I'm grinning terribly at you, and the half-rotted canvas bag is in his hands and he's nervous with a vicious, cocky sort of smile-it's gotta be the most erotic thing in the world.
'Cause you can see that, five minutes from now, I'll be fucking his brains out, and he'll be screaming loud enough for you to hear.
And you'll be miles away. Can you imagine the condition his vocal cords'll be in after that?
If anything, it's your fault for trusting me with something so precious you'll die for it.
If anything, it's your fault for wanting me as much as you did.
But, I must admit-no, go slow... don't touch me unless you're carving in those little furrows with your nails, oh god-fuck, yeah, just a little... ah...-the sex was great. Now matter how you look at it. Standing here, and you're looking at me, and then you're running before you're properly immobilized, and I'm positively leering after you.
Don't misunderstand, I do so love blowing things up-but breaking things down has its perks, too.
Especially if I'll see it in your eyes from here on out.
That little bit of pain when your heart rises behind your countenance and falls apart again and again.
I think I could get used to this.
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Ehh. I'm not really proud of this at all x.o; I think I can do better.
Author:: sanguineus
Rating:: R for gratuitous use of the word 'fuck'.
Summary:: Standard Kimblee leaving Greed for Archer drabble thing. x.o;
Notes:: Eh. Not really spoilers. It's kind of not very good, though... I need to write better and more ;.;
Disclaimer:: I don't own FMA! UWaaaaaaaaaah!!! ._;
There was something about the shock and betrayal cutting across your hard features that really got to me-there's a flash of oh, fuck, not so hard, and then your hot breath against my ear, or just beneath it, or just behind; and a terrible sense of self-admiration on my part, because the only memories I have of you involve some sort of pain on your part; pain because, when you look at me, it's wanting everything and touching it-but never having it. You want and want and want-everything, and I think I love that. Not you, of course-never you, but I love that I have something you see as your own, and yet can't reach; not now, and when I'm grinning terribly at you, and the half-rotted canvas bag is in his hands and he's nervous with a vicious, cocky sort of smile-it's gotta be the most erotic thing in the world.
'Cause you can see that, five minutes from now, I'll be fucking his brains out, and he'll be screaming loud enough for you to hear.
And you'll be miles away. Can you imagine the condition his vocal cords'll be in after that?
If anything, it's your fault for trusting me with something so precious you'll die for it.
If anything, it's your fault for wanting me as much as you did.
But, I must admit-no, go slow... don't touch me unless you're carving in those little furrows with your nails, oh god-fuck, yeah, just a little... ah...-the sex was great. Now matter how you look at it. Standing here, and you're looking at me, and then you're running before you're properly immobilized, and I'm positively leering after you.
Don't misunderstand, I do so love blowing things up-but breaking things down has its perks, too.
Especially if I'll see it in your eyes from here on out.
That little bit of pain when your heart rises behind your countenance and falls apart again and again.
I think I could get used to this.
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Ehh. I'm not really proud of this at all x.o; I think I can do better.