I DON'T have time for this...
This is wrong, so very wrong. Today is a busy day. I have laundry to do, a kitchen to clean, I have to bathe my kids and get them presentable. Merlin's preschool graduation ceremony is tonight.
And I have other fics in the works. Marigold part 1.1. Pawns 25. A Gran/Ed ficlet to write.
And I have people to talk to, emails I haven't responded to. Live Journal entries to read!
Do I do any of this? NO! I write this REPULSIVE thing instead. Yes the theme of the week is Squick and lots of it...
This wasn't a plot bunny, it was a vorpel bunny.
I apologize in advance to all Catholics out there. This is wrong. This is very very wrong, and I have no excuse for it. None at all.
The worst thing is, this WROTE ITSELF!
My mind is a very dark place. Very dark.
PAIRING: Cornello x Armor!Al / Ed
RATING: Hard R, shading to NC-17
WARNING: Offensive as all get out! Especially if you are at all religious. This is simply WRONG.
SUMMARY: Al feels guilty about a reoccurring "dream."
TITLE: Confessional
Cornello: Speak my child.
Al: Er. I'm not sure what exactly I'm supposed to do here.
Cornello: Have you never confessed before?
Al: No… I'm not exactly a follower of the God Leto.
Cornello: Then why are you here?
Al: Well, I was talking to Rose and she said that when she felt really bad about something, she would come here and confess it and she didn't have to feel guilty anymore. She said that God would forgive her for … er… having bad thoughts.
Cornello: Yes, I see. Leto does forgive those who confess. Please lighten your heart and allow me to lift your sins from you. You say you have bad thoughts.
Al: Er… yes. Very bad thoughts.
Cornello: About what, son?
Al: Um…
Cornello: In order for me to help you, you must tell me exactly what you have done.
Al: In detail?
Cornello: Yes, son.
Al: Ok, I … er… I've been having bad thoughts about my brother.
Cornello: Your brother? The little blond boy?
Al: Yeah, you shouldn't call him little. He's kinda sensitive about it.
Cornello: What sort of bad thoughts have you been having.
Al: Well, I have these dreams, where I am, touching him. In a sexual way.
Cornello: … Ah… yes, I see. Tell me more. Where are you in this… dream.
Al: It's late at night, and Brother is sleeping.
Cornello: I see… what does he wear to sleep.
Al: A black tank top and boxer shorts.
Cornello: Is the tank top tight?
Al: Yes. Very. You can see his muscles through it. You can even see the bump where his.. ah… nipple is.
Cornello: And what do you do in this dream.
Al: I dream I go over to his bed, while he's sleeping and I pull down the blankets.
Cornello: What does he do? Does he wake up?
Al: No. He just grunts a little.
Cornello: And then?
Al: I run my hands over his chest. Lightly.
Cornello: How does he respond?
Al: He sighs. So pull up his shirt and I stroke his chest and I rub his nipple.
Cornello: Does he stir?
Al: He mutters my name, but doesn't open his eyes. I touch his mouth and slip a finger inside.
Cornello: What does he do?
Al: At first nothing, but then his mouth closes, and he sucks on it, just a little.
Cornello: Please go on…
Al: Well, then I get bolder. I grab the waistband of his boxers, and I pull them down to his ankles.
Cornello: How does he look?
Al: Beautiful. Breathtaking. He's so smooth and long, and his hair looks soft and curly. His balls are round like eggs. He doesn't wake up, so I reach down and I cup him gently in my hand, and his sac tightens up.
Cornello: Does he firm up?
Al: Oh yes. He starts to become hard. I don't want to go further, but I can't help myself.
Cornello: Of course you can't.
Al: I start to stroke him, lightly. His cock gets hard and he starts to moan … but he still doesn't wake up. But…
Cornello: But what…?
Al: I'm afraid to go harder, I'm afraid it might be too rough.
Cornello: So how do you solve that problem?
Al: I remember that Ed has some oil for his automail in his suitcase. I go get that. I pour it on my hands. It's very slippery. Then I start rubbing my brother again.
Cornello: Does he enjoy that?
Al: Oh yes. He moans and arches his back a little. His hips come up. His head turns to the side and his mouth opens to pant. I love watching it. It makes me feel so good inside seeing him like that. I continue to rub him harder and faster with one hand, and with the other I touch his mouth. His lips part and he takes my finger all the way in and sucks on it hard. I think he must be awake, but he doesn't open his eyes. I love the look of my finger in his mouth, the way his tongue curls around it.
Cornello: It must excite you very much.
Al: Yes. I wish … I wish I could do more with him. I wish I could put my cock in his mouth and feel his tongue on it. I wish I could use that oil and slick myself up and enter him. I know he'd love it. I'd love to embrace him naked afterwards and taste his sweat and come, kiss his hot lips.
Cornello: It is hard to fight temptation. What do you do… in this dream…?
Al: After a while his moaning gets harder and higher pitched. He cries out my name, and he comes. It's white and sticky and messy, but I love it. I try to make sure it all lands on me, and none of it gets on his bed or himself. I rub it onto myself. I love the way his whole body goes limp afterwards, and the way the sweat slowly dries.
Cornello: Does he ever wake?
Al: No. After a while I pull down his shirt and I pull up his shorts, and I put the blanket back on him. Then I go wash myself up. I feel sad when it's all gone. The next morning he wakes up and it's just like nothing ever happened.
Cornello: Ah… yes… I see… These are very sinful thoughts. Very sinful. But it is good that you confessed. I absolve you of your guilt. Feel better young man.
Al: Oh, thank you. Thank you. I do feel better already.
Cornello: And if you have this dream again, make sure you come back to confess.
Al: I will! Thank you!
AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!
And I have other fics in the works. Marigold part 1.1. Pawns 25. A Gran/Ed ficlet to write.
And I have people to talk to, emails I haven't responded to. Live Journal entries to read!
Do I do any of this? NO! I write this REPULSIVE thing instead. Yes the theme of the week is Squick and lots of it...
This wasn't a plot bunny, it was a vorpel bunny.
I apologize in advance to all Catholics out there. This is wrong. This is very very wrong, and I have no excuse for it. None at all.
The worst thing is, this WROTE ITSELF!
My mind is a very dark place. Very dark.
PAIRING: Cornello x Armor!Al / Ed
RATING: Hard R, shading to NC-17
WARNING: Offensive as all get out! Especially if you are at all religious. This is simply WRONG.
SUMMARY: Al feels guilty about a reoccurring "dream."
TITLE: Confessional
Cornello: Speak my child.
Al: Er. I'm not sure what exactly I'm supposed to do here.
Cornello: Have you never confessed before?
Al: No… I'm not exactly a follower of the God Leto.
Cornello: Then why are you here?
Al: Well, I was talking to Rose and she said that when she felt really bad about something, she would come here and confess it and she didn't have to feel guilty anymore. She said that God would forgive her for … er… having bad thoughts.
Cornello: Yes, I see. Leto does forgive those who confess. Please lighten your heart and allow me to lift your sins from you. You say you have bad thoughts.
Al: Er… yes. Very bad thoughts.
Cornello: About what, son?
Al: Um…
Cornello: In order for me to help you, you must tell me exactly what you have done.
Al: In detail?
Cornello: Yes, son.
Al: Ok, I … er… I've been having bad thoughts about my brother.
Cornello: Your brother? The little blond boy?
Al: Yeah, you shouldn't call him little. He's kinda sensitive about it.
Cornello: What sort of bad thoughts have you been having.
Al: Well, I have these dreams, where I am, touching him. In a sexual way.
Cornello: … Ah… yes, I see. Tell me more. Where are you in this… dream.
Al: It's late at night, and Brother is sleeping.
Cornello: I see… what does he wear to sleep.
Al: A black tank top and boxer shorts.
Cornello: Is the tank top tight?
Al: Yes. Very. You can see his muscles through it. You can even see the bump where his.. ah… nipple is.
Cornello: And what do you do in this dream.
Al: I dream I go over to his bed, while he's sleeping and I pull down the blankets.
Cornello: What does he do? Does he wake up?
Al: No. He just grunts a little.
Cornello: And then?
Al: I run my hands over his chest. Lightly.
Cornello: How does he respond?
Al: He sighs. So pull up his shirt and I stroke his chest and I rub his nipple.
Cornello: Does he stir?
Al: He mutters my name, but doesn't open his eyes. I touch his mouth and slip a finger inside.
Cornello: What does he do?
Al: At first nothing, but then his mouth closes, and he sucks on it, just a little.
Cornello: Please go on…
Al: Well, then I get bolder. I grab the waistband of his boxers, and I pull them down to his ankles.
Cornello: How does he look?
Al: Beautiful. Breathtaking. He's so smooth and long, and his hair looks soft and curly. His balls are round like eggs. He doesn't wake up, so I reach down and I cup him gently in my hand, and his sac tightens up.
Cornello: Does he firm up?
Al: Oh yes. He starts to become hard. I don't want to go further, but I can't help myself.
Cornello: Of course you can't.
Al: I start to stroke him, lightly. His cock gets hard and he starts to moan … but he still doesn't wake up. But…
Cornello: But what…?
Al: I'm afraid to go harder, I'm afraid it might be too rough.
Cornello: So how do you solve that problem?
Al: I remember that Ed has some oil for his automail in his suitcase. I go get that. I pour it on my hands. It's very slippery. Then I start rubbing my brother again.
Cornello: Does he enjoy that?
Al: Oh yes. He moans and arches his back a little. His hips come up. His head turns to the side and his mouth opens to pant. I love watching it. It makes me feel so good inside seeing him like that. I continue to rub him harder and faster with one hand, and with the other I touch his mouth. His lips part and he takes my finger all the way in and sucks on it hard. I think he must be awake, but he doesn't open his eyes. I love the look of my finger in his mouth, the way his tongue curls around it.
Cornello: It must excite you very much.
Al: Yes. I wish … I wish I could do more with him. I wish I could put my cock in his mouth and feel his tongue on it. I wish I could use that oil and slick myself up and enter him. I know he'd love it. I'd love to embrace him naked afterwards and taste his sweat and come, kiss his hot lips.
Cornello: It is hard to fight temptation. What do you do… in this dream…?
Al: After a while his moaning gets harder and higher pitched. He cries out my name, and he comes. It's white and sticky and messy, but I love it. I try to make sure it all lands on me, and none of it gets on his bed or himself. I rub it onto myself. I love the way his whole body goes limp afterwards, and the way the sweat slowly dries.
Cornello: Does he ever wake?
Al: No. After a while I pull down his shirt and I pull up his shorts, and I put the blanket back on him. Then I go wash myself up. I feel sad when it's all gone. The next morning he wakes up and it's just like nothing ever happened.
Cornello: Ah… yes… I see… These are very sinful thoughts. Very sinful. But it is good that you confessed. I absolve you of your guilt. Feel better young man.
Al: Oh, thank you. Thank you. I do feel better already.
Cornello: And if you have this dream again, make sure you come back to confess.
Al: I will! Thank you!
AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!