Fiction: Exhausted (PG-13)
Title: Exhausted
Author: snarry_fan7
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Archer/Kimblee
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None, just some swearing and sexual innuendo/language
Summary: “You look like shit. Who’d you piss off to get stuck staying late?” Archer turned and spotted his lover standing in the doorway to the kitchen, yellow eyes narrowed with concern, not an often seen look on his face.
Disclaimer: Not mine at all.
Author Notes: My first drabble/fic with this pairing. I know Kimblee and Archer are out of character a bit, but that will change in later fics. This is the first in a drabble series of snapshots of Archer and Kimblee's lives together.
Drabble 1:
Colonel Frank Archer sighed as he climbed the steps to his front door. It had been a long day; far too long than any Friday should have had the right to be. Hawkeye had been her usual domineering self, refusing to let anyone slack off even slightly. Archer had gritted his teeth and kept working; he’d heard more than one shot fired in Mustang’s office (smug bastard was either sleeping or screwing with his kid of a subordinate) and he didn’t feel like tempting fate. Hughes was insufferable with pictures of his daughter (and wife, for that matter; she was pregnant again). He didn’t even care to think that it was far colder outside than it should have been so early in November.
“You look like shit. Who’d you piss off to get stuck staying late?” Archer turned and spotted his lover standing in the doorway to the kitchen, yellow eyes narrowed with concern, not an often seen look on his face.
“I didn’t piss off anyone. The Führer said that those who finished all their paperwork and didn’t put off until Monday would have that day off. Even mustang put in the extra effort in his work.”
“So I get you all to myself for three whole days?” Zolf Kimblee leered and stalked toward Archer.
“Of course, but let me eat something first. Didn’t…eat lunch…because…work-” he said through a yawn as the Crimson Alchemist embraced him.
“…fuck. We aren’t doing anything tonight. You need to get to bed now.” Kimblee started tugging the other man toward the stairs.
“Why? I-” Archer’s legs gave out.
“That’s why, idiot. How can you not tell when you’ve got a fever?” Kimblee said, not unkindly.
“Oh, I thought it was cold out.”
“It’s cold, but not that cold. We survived colder nights in Ishbal without a problem.” Kimblee hauled Archer into the bedroom and let him collapse on the bed.
“Undress. I’m running you a hot bath.”
Sitting on the bed, the Colonel realized how sick he actually felt. He was still struggling with his white button-down shirt when the alchemist returned.
“Let me.” Kimblee said as he gently pushed Frank’s hands away.
With Archer finally free of the uniform, Kimblee half-carried Archer into the bathroom and eased him into the steaming water.
“Soak for a bit. I’ll be back to help you wash up. Don’t fall asleep.” Kimblee left and Archer let his head fall back against the edge of the tub
“Hey. Wake up.” Kimblee gently shook Archer by the shoulder. “Let’s get you washed and put to bed. You can sleep when you’re there.” Archer limply let Kimblee wash him off and help him out of the tub.
He curled up beneath the thick layer of blankets and sighed as the alchemist slid behind him into the warm bed.
***
Archer twitched as he felt the bed shift and his lover get up.
“Mmph.” He mumbled into his pillow as he turned over to curl up again.
“Come on. Get up. I know you’re feeling better already.” Kimblee said from the other side of the room by the wardrobe.
“How do you know? I could be deathly ill, don’t you care?” Archer rolled over and pulled the covers from over his head.
“You’re not. No fever, no sweating, no anything. You were just exhausted last night.”
“You don’t want to spend the day in bed making up for what you missed last night?” Archer leered at the yellow-eyed man as he stretched.
“I haven’t since lunch yesterday and you haven’t eaten since breakfast, and as appealing as sex sounds right now, we need food if we’re
going to even consider fucking the entire weekend.” Leave it to Kimblee to be blunt when it came to discussing sex.
Archer reluctantly dragged himself from the bed and threw on a bathrobe. He was already anticipating their activities after breakfast.
To be continued…
Author: snarry_fan7
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Archer/Kimblee
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None, just some swearing and sexual innuendo/language
Summary: “You look like shit. Who’d you piss off to get stuck staying late?” Archer turned and spotted his lover standing in the doorway to the kitchen, yellow eyes narrowed with concern, not an often seen look on his face.
Disclaimer: Not mine at all.
Author Notes: My first drabble/fic with this pairing. I know Kimblee and Archer are out of character a bit, but that will change in later fics. This is the first in a drabble series of snapshots of Archer and Kimblee's lives together.
Drabble 1:
Colonel Frank Archer sighed as he climbed the steps to his front door. It had been a long day; far too long than any Friday should have had the right to be. Hawkeye had been her usual domineering self, refusing to let anyone slack off even slightly. Archer had gritted his teeth and kept working; he’d heard more than one shot fired in Mustang’s office (smug bastard was either sleeping or screwing with his kid of a subordinate) and he didn’t feel like tempting fate. Hughes was insufferable with pictures of his daughter (and wife, for that matter; she was pregnant again). He didn’t even care to think that it was far colder outside than it should have been so early in November.
“You look like shit. Who’d you piss off to get stuck staying late?” Archer turned and spotted his lover standing in the doorway to the kitchen, yellow eyes narrowed with concern, not an often seen look on his face.
“I didn’t piss off anyone. The Führer said that those who finished all their paperwork and didn’t put off until Monday would have that day off. Even mustang put in the extra effort in his work.”
“So I get you all to myself for three whole days?” Zolf Kimblee leered and stalked toward Archer.
“Of course, but let me eat something first. Didn’t…eat lunch…because…work-” he said through a yawn as the Crimson Alchemist embraced him.
“…fuck. We aren’t doing anything tonight. You need to get to bed now.” Kimblee started tugging the other man toward the stairs.
“Why? I-” Archer’s legs gave out.
“That’s why, idiot. How can you not tell when you’ve got a fever?” Kimblee said, not unkindly.
“Oh, I thought it was cold out.”
“It’s cold, but not that cold. We survived colder nights in Ishbal without a problem.” Kimblee hauled Archer into the bedroom and let him collapse on the bed.
“Undress. I’m running you a hot bath.”
Sitting on the bed, the Colonel realized how sick he actually felt. He was still struggling with his white button-down shirt when the alchemist returned.
“Let me.” Kimblee said as he gently pushed Frank’s hands away.
With Archer finally free of the uniform, Kimblee half-carried Archer into the bathroom and eased him into the steaming water.
“Soak for a bit. I’ll be back to help you wash up. Don’t fall asleep.” Kimblee left and Archer let his head fall back against the edge of the tub
“Hey. Wake up.” Kimblee gently shook Archer by the shoulder. “Let’s get you washed and put to bed. You can sleep when you’re there.” Archer limply let Kimblee wash him off and help him out of the tub.
He curled up beneath the thick layer of blankets and sighed as the alchemist slid behind him into the warm bed.
***
Archer twitched as he felt the bed shift and his lover get up.
“Mmph.” He mumbled into his pillow as he turned over to curl up again.
“Come on. Get up. I know you’re feeling better already.” Kimblee said from the other side of the room by the wardrobe.
“How do you know? I could be deathly ill, don’t you care?” Archer rolled over and pulled the covers from over his head.
“You’re not. No fever, no sweating, no anything. You were just exhausted last night.”
“You don’t want to spend the day in bed making up for what you missed last night?” Archer leered at the yellow-eyed man as he stretched.
“I haven’t since lunch yesterday and you haven’t eaten since breakfast, and as appealing as sex sounds right now, we need food if we’re
going to even consider fucking the entire weekend.” Leave it to Kimblee to be blunt when it came to discussing sex.
Archer reluctantly dragged himself from the bed and threw on a bathrobe. He was already anticipating their activities after breakfast.
To be continued…