Jean/Roy 2 (Chapter 1)
Title: To Really Free One's Self.
Chapter Title: In Which Blood Is Drawn
Author: sull89
Fandom: FullMetal Alchemist
Pairing: Jean/Roy (Maes/Roy and Kimbley/Roy both alluded to as past relationships.)
Other Main Characters: Zolf Kimbley.
Rating: This chapter, R. Story as a whole, NC-17.
Warning: In this chapter, non-con blood play and bondage. In later chapters, rape.
Summary: Finally free from prison, Kimbley decides to visit and old "friend" and ruin the life he had build for himself.
Kimbley had been reveling in his newfound freedom, taking advantage of everything it allowed him to have that he couldn’t get his hands on while in prison; namely fine food and fine women (and men.) He took what he wanted, when he wanted it, without concern for what the consequences might be because after all, he was a criminal and he was always a firm believer of the saying “once a criminal, always a criminal.”
Striding the streets of Central without a care in the world, one particular thought kept surfacing to the front of his mind, and eventually he voiced it aloud to himself, “Why is it that some criminals are allowed to go free and act as though they never were one to begin with while the rest of us are locked away for committing the same damn crime?” He licked his lower lip slowly as he thought on that, and eventually one particular criminal filled his thoughts: Roy Mustang.
“Roy Mustang…”
The name tasted almost foreign on his lips; even though he’d thought about the man over and over since the war and his incarceration he’d never spoken it aloud since his sentence started. For some reason he felt that would be tantamount to hearsay to even whisper the name of the feared and free Flame Alchemist, but now that he was free as well… Things were a little different.
A sudden smirk covered Kimbley’s features, “That’s right, things are different now.” As though someone had flipped a switch inside his brain that had given him a one track mind with absolutely no room for interruptions, the deranged alchemist was suddenly and completely focused on the raven haired man whose name had just left his lips. His voice was haunting as it echoed through the empty streets through which he walked, “I think it’s time I paid him a visit.”
--
Roy Mustang and Jean Havoc had been together for quite a while now; at first the relationship had started only because Roy needed some comfort after the death of his best friend and former lover, but then as time went on it grew into something special of its own. The two men were happy now, even if they had to keep their love for one another to themselves; it didn’t matter if other people knew anyway, only that they did.
They shared a small apartment and rented out the one next to it. It was easy enough, when one of them was a State Alchemist, to afford both places in an effort to protect themselves from prying eyes and prying minds. It was rather nice, anyway, because the other apartment offered them ample storage space for Roy’s myriad collection of alchemy texts and Jean’s surprisingly large collection of firearms.
All that being beside the point, the two men led a comfortable, relaxed life, taking joy in the small things; the scent of the other right after a shower, the quick brush of a coarse white glove over callused fingers while in public, or the soft touch of thin lips while resting in bed. It was still a difficult and dangerous time in Central, but with one another, things somehow got a little better.
Things were finally looking up for the Flame Alchemist and he planned on doing everything he could to keep it that way. He never once expected that the man who did so much to hurt him in Ishbal would be back to hurt him again, (After all, he was supposed to be dead.) so when he suddenly reappeared, holding the man Roy loved captive, he could have sworn he felt the world drop out from under him.
--
Kimbley had spent weeks stalking Mustang’s home after using a poor, unsuspecting guard at HQ to weasel the location from before making him into a ticking time bomb. He purred in pleasure at the memory even now, weeks later; after all, it had been his first man made explosion since he had gotten out of prison and did it ever feel good.
The empty apartment right next to the one Mustang occupied proved to be invaluable. Once Kimbley finally managed to sneak into it, not only did it give him the perfect vantage point from which to spy on the raven haired man but it also afforded him with a comfortable place to sleep and allowed him to rest content, knowing his victim was right on the other side of the wall and could be accessed at any time.
Concocting his plan of revenge daily, adding more and more details to it as he learned of the ways of the man ensconced in what he thought was the safety of his own home, Kimbley couldn’t help but laugh and laugh some more; Flame had another lover and he would be just as content to use this new one against him as he had the old one in Ishbal.
Finally, about a month after he had been freed from his prison cell, Kimbley had one of his finest plans ever ready to be put into play. Mustang and the new kid, Havoc, wouldn’t have any clue to what was happening until it was already too late and by then Kimbley would be reveling in another successful venture of pain and misery. Now, he just needed the infuriating alchemist to leave his new toy alone for longer than five minutes.
It was another eleven days before it finally happened; Mustang went to work and Havoc stayed home; sick or something, apparently. Kimbley didn’t care what the reason was, only that it suited him perfectly and now he had the best opportunity to let himself back into Mustang’s life without a hitch. An evil grin covered his face as he gently kissed the array tattooed to his right palm, then stepped outside his hiding place and burst into the apartment Havoc now resided in alone.
The blonde lieutenant didn’t even have the foggiest idea that someone was in the house with him until it was too late; his sinuses were plugged up and his head hurt, so neither his senses nor his reaction times were all that good. When a strong but cold pair of hands yanked him from the couch and out of his cocoon of blankets, he just managed to register the sensation before he found himself pressed up against the wall.
“So you’re the newest little thing to catch Flame’s attention…” The voice, as it threaded its way though Havoc’s ear canal, made him shiver. It was cold, slimy, and chilling, and right now Jean would have given anything to get away from it as it spoke again and he felt a disgustingly warm tongue trace its way up the edge of his ear, “I’ll put you to good use then, Havoc.”
Those words finally allowing him to gather himself together in spite of the pall that his cold left around his mind, Jean launched himself forward, struggling against the hold on him as hard as he could. Straining against the hand gripping his arm, he almost succeeded in breaking free, but then a burst of light half blinded him and suddenly he found that something cold and unmovable was pinning his ankles to the wall.
As he lurched forward, trying to catch his balance, another hand came up and slammed into his chest, shoving him back against the wall and making his head spin for a moment. Another flash of light followed and in mere moments, he realized his hands we captured against the wall as well. Fear suddenly thudded through his chest; he was helpless at the hands of an alchemist he didn’t know and for some unknown reason, this had to do with Roy.
Just that was enough to fill him with dread; Roy had plenty of enemies, none of them very kind. Whipping his head up suddenly and struggling against the bonds holding him down, Jean finally managed to look into the face of his captor, and what he saw when he did literally made his heart stop for a moment, “You’re supposed to be dead…”
Kimbley laughed, patting Jean’s cheek in a sick parody of companionship, “Ah, well, as you can see, I’m not.” A smirk crossed his face now, evil in every way possible, “Lucky for me, but not so much for you.” With that, he reached out, sliding a knife under Havoc’s shirt and pulling up, slicing the fabric clean through the front as he drew a thin but bloody line over Jean’s stomach and chest.
To Really Free One's Self: Chapter Two
To Really Free One's Self: Chapter Three
To Really Free One's Self: Chapter Four
To Really Free One’s Self: Chapter Five
To Really Free One's Self: Chapter Six
To Really Free One's Self: Chapter Seven
Chapter Title: In Which Blood Is Drawn
Author: sull89
Fandom: FullMetal Alchemist
Pairing: Jean/Roy (Maes/Roy and Kimbley/Roy both alluded to as past relationships.)
Other Main Characters: Zolf Kimbley.
Rating: This chapter, R. Story as a whole, NC-17.
Warning: In this chapter, non-con blood play and bondage. In later chapters, rape.
Summary: Finally free from prison, Kimbley decides to visit and old "friend" and ruin the life he had build for himself.
Kimbley had been reveling in his newfound freedom, taking advantage of everything it allowed him to have that he couldn’t get his hands on while in prison; namely fine food and fine women (and men.) He took what he wanted, when he wanted it, without concern for what the consequences might be because after all, he was a criminal and he was always a firm believer of the saying “once a criminal, always a criminal.”
Striding the streets of Central without a care in the world, one particular thought kept surfacing to the front of his mind, and eventually he voiced it aloud to himself, “Why is it that some criminals are allowed to go free and act as though they never were one to begin with while the rest of us are locked away for committing the same damn crime?” He licked his lower lip slowly as he thought on that, and eventually one particular criminal filled his thoughts: Roy Mustang.
“Roy Mustang…”
The name tasted almost foreign on his lips; even though he’d thought about the man over and over since the war and his incarceration he’d never spoken it aloud since his sentence started. For some reason he felt that would be tantamount to hearsay to even whisper the name of the feared and free Flame Alchemist, but now that he was free as well… Things were a little different.
A sudden smirk covered Kimbley’s features, “That’s right, things are different now.” As though someone had flipped a switch inside his brain that had given him a one track mind with absolutely no room for interruptions, the deranged alchemist was suddenly and completely focused on the raven haired man whose name had just left his lips. His voice was haunting as it echoed through the empty streets through which he walked, “I think it’s time I paid him a visit.”
--
Roy Mustang and Jean Havoc had been together for quite a while now; at first the relationship had started only because Roy needed some comfort after the death of his best friend and former lover, but then as time went on it grew into something special of its own. The two men were happy now, even if they had to keep their love for one another to themselves; it didn’t matter if other people knew anyway, only that they did.
They shared a small apartment and rented out the one next to it. It was easy enough, when one of them was a State Alchemist, to afford both places in an effort to protect themselves from prying eyes and prying minds. It was rather nice, anyway, because the other apartment offered them ample storage space for Roy’s myriad collection of alchemy texts and Jean’s surprisingly large collection of firearms.
All that being beside the point, the two men led a comfortable, relaxed life, taking joy in the small things; the scent of the other right after a shower, the quick brush of a coarse white glove over callused fingers while in public, or the soft touch of thin lips while resting in bed. It was still a difficult and dangerous time in Central, but with one another, things somehow got a little better.
Things were finally looking up for the Flame Alchemist and he planned on doing everything he could to keep it that way. He never once expected that the man who did so much to hurt him in Ishbal would be back to hurt him again, (After all, he was supposed to be dead.) so when he suddenly reappeared, holding the man Roy loved captive, he could have sworn he felt the world drop out from under him.
--
Kimbley had spent weeks stalking Mustang’s home after using a poor, unsuspecting guard at HQ to weasel the location from before making him into a ticking time bomb. He purred in pleasure at the memory even now, weeks later; after all, it had been his first man made explosion since he had gotten out of prison and did it ever feel good.
The empty apartment right next to the one Mustang occupied proved to be invaluable. Once Kimbley finally managed to sneak into it, not only did it give him the perfect vantage point from which to spy on the raven haired man but it also afforded him with a comfortable place to sleep and allowed him to rest content, knowing his victim was right on the other side of the wall and could be accessed at any time.
Concocting his plan of revenge daily, adding more and more details to it as he learned of the ways of the man ensconced in what he thought was the safety of his own home, Kimbley couldn’t help but laugh and laugh some more; Flame had another lover and he would be just as content to use this new one against him as he had the old one in Ishbal.
Finally, about a month after he had been freed from his prison cell, Kimbley had one of his finest plans ever ready to be put into play. Mustang and the new kid, Havoc, wouldn’t have any clue to what was happening until it was already too late and by then Kimbley would be reveling in another successful venture of pain and misery. Now, he just needed the infuriating alchemist to leave his new toy alone for longer than five minutes.
It was another eleven days before it finally happened; Mustang went to work and Havoc stayed home; sick or something, apparently. Kimbley didn’t care what the reason was, only that it suited him perfectly and now he had the best opportunity to let himself back into Mustang’s life without a hitch. An evil grin covered his face as he gently kissed the array tattooed to his right palm, then stepped outside his hiding place and burst into the apartment Havoc now resided in alone.
The blonde lieutenant didn’t even have the foggiest idea that someone was in the house with him until it was too late; his sinuses were plugged up and his head hurt, so neither his senses nor his reaction times were all that good. When a strong but cold pair of hands yanked him from the couch and out of his cocoon of blankets, he just managed to register the sensation before he found himself pressed up against the wall.
“So you’re the newest little thing to catch Flame’s attention…” The voice, as it threaded its way though Havoc’s ear canal, made him shiver. It was cold, slimy, and chilling, and right now Jean would have given anything to get away from it as it spoke again and he felt a disgustingly warm tongue trace its way up the edge of his ear, “I’ll put you to good use then, Havoc.”
Those words finally allowing him to gather himself together in spite of the pall that his cold left around his mind, Jean launched himself forward, struggling against the hold on him as hard as he could. Straining against the hand gripping his arm, he almost succeeded in breaking free, but then a burst of light half blinded him and suddenly he found that something cold and unmovable was pinning his ankles to the wall.
As he lurched forward, trying to catch his balance, another hand came up and slammed into his chest, shoving him back against the wall and making his head spin for a moment. Another flash of light followed and in mere moments, he realized his hands we captured against the wall as well. Fear suddenly thudded through his chest; he was helpless at the hands of an alchemist he didn’t know and for some unknown reason, this had to do with Roy.
Just that was enough to fill him with dread; Roy had plenty of enemies, none of them very kind. Whipping his head up suddenly and struggling against the bonds holding him down, Jean finally managed to look into the face of his captor, and what he saw when he did literally made his heart stop for a moment, “You’re supposed to be dead…”
Kimbley laughed, patting Jean’s cheek in a sick parody of companionship, “Ah, well, as you can see, I’m not.” A smirk crossed his face now, evil in every way possible, “Lucky for me, but not so much for you.” With that, he reached out, sliding a knife under Havoc’s shirt and pulling up, slicing the fabric clean through the front as he drew a thin but bloody line over Jean’s stomach and chest.
To Really Free One's Self: Chapter Two
To Really Free One's Self: Chapter Three
To Really Free One's Self: Chapter Four
To Really Free One’s Self: Chapter Five
To Really Free One's Self: Chapter Six
To Really Free One's Self: Chapter Seven