
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/529231.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Fullmetal_Alchemist
  Relationship:
      Edward_Elric/Zolf_J._Kimblee
  Character:
      Edward_Elric, Zolf_J._Kimblee
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-01-19 Words: 650
****** All It Is ******
by kyo_chan
Summary
     A casual meeting and a simple handshake. Then there was no turning
     back.
Notes
     Welcome to one of my favourite pairings. Written for a good friend
     who picked #8 from my personal list of FMA writing prompts: "Alchemy;
     This addiction we share". It's so far un-beta'd, so please let me
     know if I made any stupid mistakes. I have no idea where this would
     fall in canon, if it even could. But for some reason, I kept seeing
     it in Briggs. Enjoy!
     I chose the "underage" warning because Ed spends most of the main
     canon time at 16, which is underage depending on where you're from.
Edward's head fell back, shuddering gasp leaving his throat. He choked out a
curse and an unkind name for the man whose mouth worked his jaw and neck.
Kimblee's rumble of laughter was hot against his skin, tongue drawing a line
down tense muscle before his teeth dug in. Ed huffed again, flesh fingers
tangling in the sheets. The automail hand gripped Crimson's slender shoulder,
not caring how hard he might be digging in or if it would leave bruises. He had
to have some control when the older alchemist knew what he was doing so much
more than Ed did. Fullmetal was just along for the deliciously deplorable ride.
Kimblee was a dangerous man, but that somehow didn't matter anymore. From the
moment their hands clasped in the closest Ed would get to a gentlemanly
greeting, the spark had flared. Even through his glove, Kimblee's alchemy
trickled over his skin, reaching, searching. He couldn't choke back the gasp of
surprise fast enough. Crimson's brow twitched, thin lips curving up into a
knowing smile. He knew Ed had felt it and he was too damn opportunistic to let
it slide. The first time had been messy, loud and neither of them walked away
without an impressive number of bruises. Kimblee had laughed off Edward's post-
coital lecture, and very obviously thought the damage taken was worth the
second attempt. By the third time, the blonde had mastered the art of breathy
insults while his body arched off the mattress.
Ed liked it best when both of those hands were on him. When he was between both
of those clever half-arrays, his body became the bridge between them. The faint
beginnings of a reaction never completed would arc through him, a reminder of
just how powerful Kimblee was laced with the danger of that very fact. And he
loved every second of it. The man knew it too, always able to provoke sounds
and movements from him with a well-placed touch. And in return, he would let
Ed's fingers trace the circles and symbols in the few moments they lay tangled
and sweaty. He let himself think it was just the alchemy that kept him
interested, no matter how hard he came with Kimblee deep inside him.
A disappointed sound left Ed's lips as one of Kimblee's hands left his hip, the
arc faltering until it was just a tingle of memory leaving him quivering for
more. Crimson's mouth latched onto the soft, jagged scars at the edge of his
automail shoulder while he slicked himself up. Ed's only response in
anticipation was another curse, an order to hurry the hell up. Lucky for him,
Kimblee knew they worked in a small window of opportunity, else the man might
have dragged it out. But in perfect harmony, the man pressed in to fill him
while the array returned to his skin, jolting him into a tight clench that had
him yowling.
Steady, persistent, Kimblee worked at all Ed's defenses, mouth leaving marks,
alchemy making him shake and the force of his hips driving him to climax.
Curses became pleas, insults became growls and mewls of passion that he had to
muffle against his left fist. It was over too fast, like the flare and pulse of
a transmutation, and he threw all of himself into it, once more arcing off the
bed, both arms around Kimblee's larger frame, his face buried in one shoulder.
His mismatched legs draped over the other's hips, body tight until he felt the
heat of Crimson's release within him, teeth nearly breaking skin as he growled
and hissed against Ed's throat. There was very little time to enjoy the haze
Kimblee and his teasing alchemy left him in, Al never stayed far from him for
long.
Had to be the alchemy, Ed still told himself after he'd lost count of these
learning experiences. That's all it is.
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