Strawberry Milkshake.: Wonderously Strange.

Published Apr 19, 2006, 2:39:15 PM UTC | Last updated Apr 19, 2006, 2:39:15 PM | Total Chapters 1

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Ed falls ill and Kimbley is there to care for him. The caring goes in to sharing, of bodily contact. Ed/Kimbley. Song fic-Nickelback's "Save Me."

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Chapter 1: Wonderously Strange.

            Kimbley lightly stroked Edward’s forehead.

            “It’s still cold in here…” He mumbled.

            “Yeah, but you’re burning up.”

            Edward shivered. “Aren’t there any more blankets around here?” Kimbley shrugged. “Dammit...I can’t get warm...”

            “I can fix that.”

                        Show me what it’s like

 

            Kimbley leaned down and placed his mouth over Ed’s. Edward reached up any wrapped his arms around Kimbley’s neck. He broke away and climbed on top of the boy.

            “Tell me if my arm hurts you...” Kimbley nodded and slowly pulled the covers off of Edward’s thin body, exposing his leather-clad lower body. His thin black baseball shirt was damp with his fever sweat.

                        Teach me wrong from right

 

            They resumed with the kisses, Kimbley moving down to Edward’s neck.

            “You’ll get sick too, you know...”

            Kimbley licked the Ouroboros that was so conveniently placed right below Edward’s Adam’s apple, drawing out a sharp gasp from the young Homunculus. He slipped a hand under Ed’s shirt, and Edward unbuttoned Kimbley’s uniform jacket. Kimbley sat up and shrugged the jacket off, then his white button-up shirt, leaving on the thin black tee-shirt for the time being. Edward slipped off his damp shirt, grateful for the rush of cool air over his hot skin.

                        Say it to me, say it for me

 

            Kimbley ran a hand over Edward’s chest. Ed couldn’t help but to feel edgy, eyeing the tattoos on the palms. He’d seen what those things can do. But after a few seconds, the edge dispersed. He relaxed completely as Kimbley gently unzipped the leather pants.

            “Oho! The Major wears a thong! Sexy...”

            “I’ll bet you wear boxers!” Ed shot back.

            Kimbley only grinned and undid his own deep blue pants. “I go commando.” He said smugly. The two shared a laugh, and then they laid pelvis-to-pelvis. Kimbley’s tongue explored Edward’s mouth; Edward leaned forward, welcoming it.

                        and I’ll leave this life behind me

 

            “You ready?” Kimbley whispered.

            “Bring it on...”Edward muttered. Kimbley’s fingers turned black and scissor sharp. He expertly cut the straps off of Edward’s under garment. Now, nothing restricted them from what they wanted.

            Edward gasped as Kimbley entered him. He wasn’t a virgin. He’d been with Greed, Mustang, Envy, even Al. But Kimbley was very...different. I mean, he wears a size 11 for fuck’s sake!

            He started slow, gently rocking his hips. Edward loved it. Being teased was a turn on for him. He wrapped one leg around Kimbley’s waist.

                        Say it if it’s worth saving me

 

            Gradually, Kimbley quickened his pace, driving deeper. Edward was in pure ecstasy. His breaths quickened, his heart pounded, his blood ran hot. He gripped the back of Kimbley’s shirt.

            Kimbley gripped the sheets on either side of Edward’s body. Sweat dripped off his own. His shirt was dampening, but he barely noticed. All he was aware of was the sound of blood rushing in his ears and Edward’s cries of pleasure. Below him, Edward arched his back as his orgasm hit. He let out a scream that raised goose bumps on Kimbley’s flesh. He took pride in knowing he could drag an orgasm out of someone as stoic as the newest Homunculus. He himself let his own orgasm rack his body, his own cry just as loud as Edward’s. He slumped down on top of the boy, panting.

                        Tell me, I’m falling...

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