Jean/Roy 2 (Chapter 5)
Title: To Really Free One's Self.
Chapter Title: Complete
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, PG. Story as a whole, NC-17.
Warning: This chapter, none.
Summary: Finally free from prison, Kimbley decides to visit and old "friend" and ruin the life he had build for himself.
To Really Free One's Self: Chapter One
To Really Free One's Self: Chapter Two
To Really Free One's Self: Chapter Three
To Really Free One's Self: Chapter Four
It took every last bit of Jean’s resolve not to throw up when Kimbley slammed into him: he could barely breathe and his entire body felt like it was on fire; retching would only have made his situation worse. Clamping his eyes shut and trying to focus on something else, Jean almost thought he had succeeded in fending off his sickness, but then he felt Kimbley’s sickeningly warm seed spill into him.
It was then that the bile in his throat overtook him, choking him for a moment before he was able to throw up, the unsettling and unnatural warmth now residing inside him too much for his body to handle. It seemed as though every bit of him hurt and what had just happened only made that feeling multiply more times than he could even begin to count. Never in his life had he been so utterly violated and right now, Jean really didn’t know how to deal with it.
Kimbley, on the other hand, knew exactly what he was doing. Smirking like there would be no tomorrow, he slowly freed himself from the tight, blissfully warm confines of Jean’s ass, before tucking himself away with a self-satisfied chuckle, “It was good, Havoc. Real good.” Leaning down now, he took the broken and battered younger man’s chin in his firm grip, meeting his eyes as he spoke, “I do hope you enjoyed it too.”
When Jean spit at him weakly, all Kimbley did was laugh. This poor pathetic creature really thought that would make any difference? The first part of his carefully laid out revenge had just gone over without a glitch, a little spit wasn’t going to ruin that. Filled with content, Kimbley leaned in now and without warning, pressed his lips in tight to Jean’s, kissing him passionately before the other man could stop him.
Jean tried to break that sick kiss, tried to bite and hurt the freak that had done so much to hurt him, but he was so weak that his struggles, by and large, went unnoticed. It wasn’t until Kimbley pulled back of his own free will that Jean was able to spit again, this time on the floor to rid himself of the foul taste that coated his lips and tongue. He just wanted this all to be over, one way or another.
Sensing that his prey was almost at the breaking point, Kimbley’s smirk grew wider; his timing was utterly perfect. He would leave now, give the damned Flame Alchemist time to nurse his little lover back to health and vow to protect him, then return to take it all away again. Kimbley wanted nothing more than to show the rest of the world what a lying, worthless piece of scum Roy Mustang was and no matter what that took, he would see to it that it was done.
Everything was proceeding so perfectly… He couldn’t wait to put his next step into play; hearing the fear he was about to put into Mustang’s voice would be the perfect end to this day. Grabbing the phone off the nearby counter, he grinned and watched Jean’s face as he slowly dialed in the number for Central Headquarters, waiting in barely concealed joy to be connected to Colonel Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist. In a matter of moments, his patience paid off, as the gruff voice of his old enemy and lover filled his ears, introducing himself in a no-nonsense manner, “Colonel Mustang.”
Reaching out now, he stroked Jean’s hair, his lips curling into a sinister smirk as he spoke, “Well well… you’re a brownnosing colonel now, hm Roy? Must say, that’s quite the leap in rank from the poor, suicidal major you were in Ishbal.” Kimbley paused for just a moment, to make sure Roy knew who was talking to him, and then continued on, “You’ve upgraded your life, I see. Nice home, nice neighborhood… nice new boyfriend…”
Kimbley laughed now, the most sinister, evil sound imaginable escaping him, “I tried him out, and I gotta say; I think you did better with me.” Without waiting for a response, the mental mass murderer let the phone fall back onto the receiver, the frozen, unbelieving silence and hitch in even breaths he heard from the other end of the line enough to sate him for the moment. Life was, indeed, good.
It was in a nonchalant wave that he flicked his fingers at Jean, grinning at the helpless man as he walked out of the small home, “Don’t worry, Havoc, I’ll be back to have some more fun with you later.”
Part one of "To Really Free One's Self" is now complete.
To Really Free One's Self: Chapter Six
To Really Free One's Self: Chapter Seven
Chapter Title: Complete
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, PG. Story as a whole, NC-17.
Warning: This chapter, none.
Summary: Finally free from prison, Kimbley decides to visit and old "friend" and ruin the life he had build for himself.
To Really Free One's Self: Chapter One
To Really Free One's Self: Chapter Two
To Really Free One's Self: Chapter Three
To Really Free One's Self: Chapter Four
It took every last bit of Jean’s resolve not to throw up when Kimbley slammed into him: he could barely breathe and his entire body felt like it was on fire; retching would only have made his situation worse. Clamping his eyes shut and trying to focus on something else, Jean almost thought he had succeeded in fending off his sickness, but then he felt Kimbley’s sickeningly warm seed spill into him.
It was then that the bile in his throat overtook him, choking him for a moment before he was able to throw up, the unsettling and unnatural warmth now residing inside him too much for his body to handle. It seemed as though every bit of him hurt and what had just happened only made that feeling multiply more times than he could even begin to count. Never in his life had he been so utterly violated and right now, Jean really didn’t know how to deal with it.
Kimbley, on the other hand, knew exactly what he was doing. Smirking like there would be no tomorrow, he slowly freed himself from the tight, blissfully warm confines of Jean’s ass, before tucking himself away with a self-satisfied chuckle, “It was good, Havoc. Real good.” Leaning down now, he took the broken and battered younger man’s chin in his firm grip, meeting his eyes as he spoke, “I do hope you enjoyed it too.”
When Jean spit at him weakly, all Kimbley did was laugh. This poor pathetic creature really thought that would make any difference? The first part of his carefully laid out revenge had just gone over without a glitch, a little spit wasn’t going to ruin that. Filled with content, Kimbley leaned in now and without warning, pressed his lips in tight to Jean’s, kissing him passionately before the other man could stop him.
Jean tried to break that sick kiss, tried to bite and hurt the freak that had done so much to hurt him, but he was so weak that his struggles, by and large, went unnoticed. It wasn’t until Kimbley pulled back of his own free will that Jean was able to spit again, this time on the floor to rid himself of the foul taste that coated his lips and tongue. He just wanted this all to be over, one way or another.
Sensing that his prey was almost at the breaking point, Kimbley’s smirk grew wider; his timing was utterly perfect. He would leave now, give the damned Flame Alchemist time to nurse his little lover back to health and vow to protect him, then return to take it all away again. Kimbley wanted nothing more than to show the rest of the world what a lying, worthless piece of scum Roy Mustang was and no matter what that took, he would see to it that it was done.
Everything was proceeding so perfectly… He couldn’t wait to put his next step into play; hearing the fear he was about to put into Mustang’s voice would be the perfect end to this day. Grabbing the phone off the nearby counter, he grinned and watched Jean’s face as he slowly dialed in the number for Central Headquarters, waiting in barely concealed joy to be connected to Colonel Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist. In a matter of moments, his patience paid off, as the gruff voice of his old enemy and lover filled his ears, introducing himself in a no-nonsense manner, “Colonel Mustang.”
Reaching out now, he stroked Jean’s hair, his lips curling into a sinister smirk as he spoke, “Well well… you’re a brownnosing colonel now, hm Roy? Must say, that’s quite the leap in rank from the poor, suicidal major you were in Ishbal.” Kimbley paused for just a moment, to make sure Roy knew who was talking to him, and then continued on, “You’ve upgraded your life, I see. Nice home, nice neighborhood… nice new boyfriend…”
Kimbley laughed now, the most sinister, evil sound imaginable escaping him, “I tried him out, and I gotta say; I think you did better with me.” Without waiting for a response, the mental mass murderer let the phone fall back onto the receiver, the frozen, unbelieving silence and hitch in even breaths he heard from the other end of the line enough to sate him for the moment. Life was, indeed, good.
It was in a nonchalant wave that he flicked his fingers at Jean, grinning at the helpless man as he walked out of the small home, “Don’t worry, Havoc, I’ll be back to have some more fun with you later.”
Part one of "To Really Free One's Self" is now complete.
To Really Free One's Self: Chapter Six
To Really Free One's Self: Chapter Seven