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Interesting ficcy... ^^
Title: Shadowed sunlight
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kira_k & okami_hu
Beta:forgottenlover
Rating: R
Genre: hetsmut
Warning: rape
Pairing: Kimbley & Hawkeye
Summary: "Oh, I thought it was clear, what I wanted... A body, not necessarily willing. And you're pretty enough."
Word count: 8753
She was sitting in front of her tent, cleaning her rifle with painful precision. The Ishbal sun glanced on the shiny weapon and caressed her honey-colored hair. She was young, too young to be here. Yet, her posture and calm eyes suggested she had already gone through a first initiation in this war.
Kimbley got back from the fields, after a day full of explosions. He was covered in blood due to his compulsion to touch every one of his victims. As a result of the kills, he was horny as well. He was thinking about going back into his tent and taking care of his problem when he spotted a blond head attached to a feminine body. He sauntered over, grinning as he got a better look at the young woman. She was lovely, young, and probably full of meaningless ideals.
Hawkeye didn't pay much attention to her surroundings when she worked. She wanted to keep her weapon in good shape, and it wasn't that easy to do in this desert hell. When she finished she picked up the oil, carefully adding some of the thick, golden liquid to the metal. She smiled a little, proud; after all, a good soldier takes good care of his or her weapon.
"Hello, sergeant," Kimbley's voice revealed nothing as he stepped up next to her. Her face was pretty, and Kimbley decided he had been a good boy for far too long. He deserved a little treat. The possibility of court-martial didn't bother him; he was a State Alchemist after all.
"Good afternoon, Sir!" Hawkeye saluted firmly, jumping up as soon as she noticed the man.
"Easy, easy," Kimbley saluted back in a less than snappy action, not touching his head or hair with his hands. "Your name?" He found he was rather enjoying his higher rank at the moment. Now, he needed the girl to go into the tent, where no-one else would see anything.
"I'm Sergeant Riza Hawkeye, sir," the young blonde answered, a shade more casually. She didn't know, why was the alchemist asking but she had no reasons to deny the answers.
He knew he should wash away the blood on his hands, but it didn't bother him, not yet. Besides, it would be cleverer to wash after he had his way with the young Riza. "I see, you're taking good care of your weapon." He gestured to the gun on the ground... Out of her reach. Kimbley grinned and stepped closer to the woman, tracing her face with one finger. "But were you not taught to always be ready to fight, to always keep your weapon close?"
Riza frowned and stepped back, instinctively bringing her hand to her face to rub away the bloody touch. "We're in the camp... I wouldn't think that anybody, or anything, could harm me here."
Kimbley followed her, slowly backing her into the tent. "So you didn't hear about the assassination attempt a few weeks ago? Some Ishbalites came into the camp and tried to kill important people."
"The attacks targeted generals and colonels, not simple privates or low-ranked officers." Riza stopped stubbornly, realizing he was hearding her. She had some guesses as to what Kimbley wanted and her belly started to crawl in a disquieting manner. "I think I could get to my gun quickly enough if there was danger, sir."
"Ah, but now you went and left it behind, sergeant," Kimbley grinned and grabbed both of her wrists. "You know I'm an Alchemist, right? I could blow you up..." He stepped forward, shoving Hawkeye back without letting go.
"Sir!" The young woman tried to resist. "That would be murder! You can't kill one of your companions! Let go of me!"
"It would be murder? And what is it that we're doing day after day?" Kimbley was amused, not letting go of her. He instead kicked out the pole which held open the tent's entrance. "No, lovely, it'd be a spy's death, whom I uncovered."
"What do you want from me...?" She hissed angrily, hiding her fright behind the cold mask she usually wore. Hawkeye was scared; she was only nineteen and she didn't have many encounters with males this far... And for God's sake, the Crimson Alchemist was all bloody from those unfortunate souls he turned into a living bomb...! "Let me go!" She tried to wrench her hand away desperately.
Kimbley tightened his grip with a wide grin. "Oh, I thought it was clear, what I wanted... A body, not necessarily willing. And you're pretty enough." He liked how, this girl tried to fight against him, but so far he was lucky, she didn't scream. "Don't scream, don't fight and I won't kill you." He pushed her on the bed with more force than needed, and not taking off his eyes of her, he undid the first button on his shirt.
Hawkeye forgot about screaming in her panic, but she pressed her hands against the man's chest. "No, please! Let me go, Sir! Please!" The tears stung her eyes but she blinked them back furiously. She couldn't cry now, she couldn't be weak! If she weakened... She'd be lost.
"Why should I let you go? Are you one of the general's babes?" The question was followed with an easy laugh. She wasn't, Kimbley knew it, but it was an interesting enough question and he was curious if she would lie or not. Her fear was intoxicating, and he was almost fully erect from the little fight. "Clothes off if you don't want me to blow them up." It was an order as he took off his own shirt, still not trusting the woman enough to look away.
In a last desperate effort to get loose, Hawkeye squirmed hard, trying to get away now that her hands were free. "I'm nobody's whore! And I won't be yours either!" She threw a punch towards his face.
Kimbley dodged her fist and made a grab after her wrist. "Stop this, sergeant!" He growled out. She was dangerous like this, and Kimbley needed to restrain her if he wanted to have any fun at all; but first he needed to catch her without walking into one of her punches or kicks.
Hawkeye gained new hope and she continued struggling. Maybe she could slip away and make a run for it...
"Stop, now!" Kimbley ordered, and threw himself forward, pinning her with his own body. "Stop, or I'll kill you!" He threatened the woman darkly, grabbing her throat.
Riza stilled. Her chest rose and fell with her harsh breaths; brown eyes wide open from fear. The Alchemist's yellow eyes were burning with an insane flame, letting the young blonde understand that his words weren't just empty threats. She swallowed and didn't move anymore.
Kimbley slowly grinned, pulling his hands away to cup her breasts. They were soft, even through the fabric of the clothes. "Don't you hate these? I could take them off your body so easily," he circled his hands around, searching for the nipples with his thumbs.
The first teardrop rolled down on Riza's face. She liked her body... she didn't want any part of it to be ruined... Her mind was fuzzy from fear and the ancient instinct of submitting to someone stronger was rising in her. "Please... Don't... hurt me!" She sounded pitiful and she knew it. She hated it, but she was helpless in this stuation.
"Poor, little Riza," Kimbley mocked her; "you're scared of me. But don't fret; I won't alarm these perfect bombs, if you don't anger me." He grabbed her coat and pulled - the buttons flying as the white shirt came into view. "I'll even make you enjoy it, if you're good enough."
Riza just closed her eyes in shame and tried to swallow the tears that just kept coming. She had no hope - Kimbley probably hadn't even heard about such thing as foreplay; or gentleness, for that matter.
Kimbley grinned and tore open her shirt as well, wanting to feel the skin under his hands. Cupping her breasts again, he teased her nipples. Then he kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth, claiming it, showing his dominance.
Hawkeye gasped from disgust as those bloody hands touched her naked skin, and in the next moment she felt his tongue... He was violent, almost bruising her lips. Hawkeye squeezed her eyes shut, moaning helplessly while making some weak attempts to turn her head away.
"Aw, don't be a killjoy," Kimbley pulled back from the one-sided kiss. "Show me you're enjoying this as well..." Kneeling up, he took her wrists into one hand while the other opened both of their military trousers. He was curious if her underwear would be feminine or not.
Riza whimpered a little. She didn't want this, to be taken by this sadistic man, she didn't want him to see her naked... As he opened her trousers to expose her simple white panties, she felt the blush to rise on her cheeks. And yet, she couldn't do anything about it.
"Next time, you should wear something sexier," Kimbley commented and took out his hard dick from his briefs. He gave it a squeeze, guiding it into her body. She wasn't wet, and he didn't expect it, but like this it needed a little more force. However, Kimbley didn't mind that fact.
Riza let out a small, pained cry as he penetrated her. Inwardly she thanked to God that she wasn't a virgin anymore... To loose her innocence like this would have been terrible. Still, the friction burned and she instinctively began to squirm a little again, trying to lessen the ache. "S-sir... It hurts!"
"It does, sergeant? What do you want me to do?" Kimbley settled inside her body. It was tight, and hot, and Kimbley just wanted to loose himself in Hawkeye; however, her still remaining respect, and wonderful body, needed a reward... like a moment of stillness to let her adjust.
Hawkeye nearly started to cry again; she wanted to shout 'get out of me, you bastard!' But instead, she tilted her head to the side and whispered in a barely audible tone, "Make it quick..."
Kimbley grinned at her and kissed her again before starting to thrust. He didn't need long, he hadn't been able to get a warm body in a very long time, and her broken eyes made his dick throb. He came with a cry, muffled against the woman's shoulder.
The young sergeant felt sick. The mad alchemist's seed burned her inside, like acid. She wanted to throw off the man and wash, with soap, to clean away all the filth he smeared on her... But she was weak; she just lay there and waited for Kimbley to rise and finally leave her alone. At least she didn't feel anything. There was no pleasure and that helped a little. At least her body didn't betray her.
"Ah, this was great," Kimbley pulled out and adjusted his clothing. "I think I'll be back for more later this week, sergeant," he added as he stood up. He wasn't serious, but Hawkeye didn't need to know that. He grinned at her one last time and turned on his heels, leaving her tent to take a much needed shower.
Hawkeye struggled up and grabbed an old towel that was lying nearby to clean herself. Then she pulled her clothes back on and she sneaked out to wash. She tried hard not to think on the possibility that the alchemist had rewarded her with even more than this unpleasant encounter.
~FiN~
x-posted tokira_k & okami_hu & ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fma_fiction & fma_het & fm_alchemist & probably _rizahawkeye_
Announcement: Since people were arguing with _us_ and not about the fic, I froze all threads.
Authors:
kira_k & okami_huBeta:
forgottenloverRating: R
Genre: hetsmut
Warning: rape
Pairing: Kimbley & Hawkeye
Summary: "Oh, I thought it was clear, what I wanted... A body, not necessarily willing. And you're pretty enough."
Word count: 8753
She was sitting in front of her tent, cleaning her rifle with painful precision. The Ishbal sun glanced on the shiny weapon and caressed her honey-colored hair. She was young, too young to be here. Yet, her posture and calm eyes suggested she had already gone through a first initiation in this war.
Kimbley got back from the fields, after a day full of explosions. He was covered in blood due to his compulsion to touch every one of his victims. As a result of the kills, he was horny as well. He was thinking about going back into his tent and taking care of his problem when he spotted a blond head attached to a feminine body. He sauntered over, grinning as he got a better look at the young woman. She was lovely, young, and probably full of meaningless ideals.
Hawkeye didn't pay much attention to her surroundings when she worked. She wanted to keep her weapon in good shape, and it wasn't that easy to do in this desert hell. When she finished she picked up the oil, carefully adding some of the thick, golden liquid to the metal. She smiled a little, proud; after all, a good soldier takes good care of his or her weapon.
"Hello, sergeant," Kimbley's voice revealed nothing as he stepped up next to her. Her face was pretty, and Kimbley decided he had been a good boy for far too long. He deserved a little treat. The possibility of court-martial didn't bother him; he was a State Alchemist after all.
"Good afternoon, Sir!" Hawkeye saluted firmly, jumping up as soon as she noticed the man.
"Easy, easy," Kimbley saluted back in a less than snappy action, not touching his head or hair with his hands. "Your name?" He found he was rather enjoying his higher rank at the moment. Now, he needed the girl to go into the tent, where no-one else would see anything.
"I'm Sergeant Riza Hawkeye, sir," the young blonde answered, a shade more casually. She didn't know, why was the alchemist asking but she had no reasons to deny the answers.
He knew he should wash away the blood on his hands, but it didn't bother him, not yet. Besides, it would be cleverer to wash after he had his way with the young Riza. "I see, you're taking good care of your weapon." He gestured to the gun on the ground... Out of her reach. Kimbley grinned and stepped closer to the woman, tracing her face with one finger. "But were you not taught to always be ready to fight, to always keep your weapon close?"
Riza frowned and stepped back, instinctively bringing her hand to her face to rub away the bloody touch. "We're in the camp... I wouldn't think that anybody, or anything, could harm me here."
Kimbley followed her, slowly backing her into the tent. "So you didn't hear about the assassination attempt a few weeks ago? Some Ishbalites came into the camp and tried to kill important people."
"The attacks targeted generals and colonels, not simple privates or low-ranked officers." Riza stopped stubbornly, realizing he was hearding her. She had some guesses as to what Kimbley wanted and her belly started to crawl in a disquieting manner. "I think I could get to my gun quickly enough if there was danger, sir."
"Ah, but now you went and left it behind, sergeant," Kimbley grinned and grabbed both of her wrists. "You know I'm an Alchemist, right? I could blow you up..." He stepped forward, shoving Hawkeye back without letting go.
"Sir!" The young woman tried to resist. "That would be murder! You can't kill one of your companions! Let go of me!"
"It would be murder? And what is it that we're doing day after day?" Kimbley was amused, not letting go of her. He instead kicked out the pole which held open the tent's entrance. "No, lovely, it'd be a spy's death, whom I uncovered."
"What do you want from me...?" She hissed angrily, hiding her fright behind the cold mask she usually wore. Hawkeye was scared; she was only nineteen and she didn't have many encounters with males this far... And for God's sake, the Crimson Alchemist was all bloody from those unfortunate souls he turned into a living bomb...! "Let me go!" She tried to wrench her hand away desperately.
Kimbley tightened his grip with a wide grin. "Oh, I thought it was clear, what I wanted... A body, not necessarily willing. And you're pretty enough." He liked how, this girl tried to fight against him, but so far he was lucky, she didn't scream. "Don't scream, don't fight and I won't kill you." He pushed her on the bed with more force than needed, and not taking off his eyes of her, he undid the first button on his shirt.
Hawkeye forgot about screaming in her panic, but she pressed her hands against the man's chest. "No, please! Let me go, Sir! Please!" The tears stung her eyes but she blinked them back furiously. She couldn't cry now, she couldn't be weak! If she weakened... She'd be lost.
"Why should I let you go? Are you one of the general's babes?" The question was followed with an easy laugh. She wasn't, Kimbley knew it, but it was an interesting enough question and he was curious if she would lie or not. Her fear was intoxicating, and he was almost fully erect from the little fight. "Clothes off if you don't want me to blow them up." It was an order as he took off his own shirt, still not trusting the woman enough to look away.
In a last desperate effort to get loose, Hawkeye squirmed hard, trying to get away now that her hands were free. "I'm nobody's whore! And I won't be yours either!" She threw a punch towards his face.
Kimbley dodged her fist and made a grab after her wrist. "Stop this, sergeant!" He growled out. She was dangerous like this, and Kimbley needed to restrain her if he wanted to have any fun at all; but first he needed to catch her without walking into one of her punches or kicks.
Hawkeye gained new hope and she continued struggling. Maybe she could slip away and make a run for it...
"Stop, now!" Kimbley ordered, and threw himself forward, pinning her with his own body. "Stop, or I'll kill you!" He threatened the woman darkly, grabbing her throat.
Riza stilled. Her chest rose and fell with her harsh breaths; brown eyes wide open from fear. The Alchemist's yellow eyes were burning with an insane flame, letting the young blonde understand that his words weren't just empty threats. She swallowed and didn't move anymore.
Kimbley slowly grinned, pulling his hands away to cup her breasts. They were soft, even through the fabric of the clothes. "Don't you hate these? I could take them off your body so easily," he circled his hands around, searching for the nipples with his thumbs.
The first teardrop rolled down on Riza's face. She liked her body... she didn't want any part of it to be ruined... Her mind was fuzzy from fear and the ancient instinct of submitting to someone stronger was rising in her. "Please... Don't... hurt me!" She sounded pitiful and she knew it. She hated it, but she was helpless in this stuation.
"Poor, little Riza," Kimbley mocked her; "you're scared of me. But don't fret; I won't alarm these perfect bombs, if you don't anger me." He grabbed her coat and pulled - the buttons flying as the white shirt came into view. "I'll even make you enjoy it, if you're good enough."
Riza just closed her eyes in shame and tried to swallow the tears that just kept coming. She had no hope - Kimbley probably hadn't even heard about such thing as foreplay; or gentleness, for that matter.
Kimbley grinned and tore open her shirt as well, wanting to feel the skin under his hands. Cupping her breasts again, he teased her nipples. Then he kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth, claiming it, showing his dominance.
Hawkeye gasped from disgust as those bloody hands touched her naked skin, and in the next moment she felt his tongue... He was violent, almost bruising her lips. Hawkeye squeezed her eyes shut, moaning helplessly while making some weak attempts to turn her head away.
"Aw, don't be a killjoy," Kimbley pulled back from the one-sided kiss. "Show me you're enjoying this as well..." Kneeling up, he took her wrists into one hand while the other opened both of their military trousers. He was curious if her underwear would be feminine or not.
Riza whimpered a little. She didn't want this, to be taken by this sadistic man, she didn't want him to see her naked... As he opened her trousers to expose her simple white panties, she felt the blush to rise on her cheeks. And yet, she couldn't do anything about it.
"Next time, you should wear something sexier," Kimbley commented and took out his hard dick from his briefs. He gave it a squeeze, guiding it into her body. She wasn't wet, and he didn't expect it, but like this it needed a little more force. However, Kimbley didn't mind that fact.
Riza let out a small, pained cry as he penetrated her. Inwardly she thanked to God that she wasn't a virgin anymore... To loose her innocence like this would have been terrible. Still, the friction burned and she instinctively began to squirm a little again, trying to lessen the ache. "S-sir... It hurts!"
"It does, sergeant? What do you want me to do?" Kimbley settled inside her body. It was tight, and hot, and Kimbley just wanted to loose himself in Hawkeye; however, her still remaining respect, and wonderful body, needed a reward... like a moment of stillness to let her adjust.
Hawkeye nearly started to cry again; she wanted to shout 'get out of me, you bastard!' But instead, she tilted her head to the side and whispered in a barely audible tone, "Make it quick..."
Kimbley grinned at her and kissed her again before starting to thrust. He didn't need long, he hadn't been able to get a warm body in a very long time, and her broken eyes made his dick throb. He came with a cry, muffled against the woman's shoulder.
The young sergeant felt sick. The mad alchemist's seed burned her inside, like acid. She wanted to throw off the man and wash, with soap, to clean away all the filth he smeared on her... But she was weak; she just lay there and waited for Kimbley to rise and finally leave her alone. At least she didn't feel anything. There was no pleasure and that helped a little. At least her body didn't betray her.
"Ah, this was great," Kimbley pulled out and adjusted his clothing. "I think I'll be back for more later this week, sergeant," he added as he stood up. He wasn't serious, but Hawkeye didn't need to know that. He grinned at her one last time and turned on his heels, leaving her tent to take a much needed shower.
Hawkeye struggled up and grabbed an old towel that was lying nearby to clean herself. Then she pulled her clothes back on and she sneaked out to wash. She tried hard not to think on the possibility that the alchemist had rewarded her with even more than this unpleasant encounter.
~FiN~
x-posted to
kira_k & okami_hu & fma_fiction & fma_het & fm_alchemist & probably _rizahawkeye_ Announcement: Since people were arguing with _us_ and not about the fic, I froze all threads.
Re: F*** YOU
I frankly think you fucking hell deserve the flame. Enough said.
Re: F*** YOU
Obviously, pairing-bashers have a very low tolerance of things. Or maybe they just happen to be the vocal sort. Whatever it is, we don't get no world peace coz of these kind of fuckers. They can't tolerate something like this, means that there's a chance they can't tolerate a lot of other things as well, like religious difference, racial difference.
No tolerance of other's differences -> Fighting -> Riots -> Unrest -> No peace"
You know, this works on every other fanfic, not just certain pairings.
Re: F*** YOU
Just that I've heard you a little bit too much from other people that it's starting to get on my nerves.
For the sake of the majority, listen to people's advice and write better fics next time. Thanks. And freezing replies doesn't solve problems too. It just gives people a worse impression of you.
Re: F*** YOU
And sorry but this fic is good; it only clashes with most people's view on Riza. If you pay attention, you'll be able to notice that some girls here actually praised us. And, nobody complained about freezing the threads; moreover, you can always make a new comment, so the freezing is kind of a useless feature anyway...
Re: F*** YOU
I really take my hat off to you. You've earned a form of grudging respect from me. ^_~
The vast majority of LJ is intelligent enough not to flame.
For some reason, I take that this means I belong to the minority. XD Well, maybe you don't really mean it but we're free to interpret it however we like, right? ^^
And sorry but this fic is good; it only clashes with most people's view on Riza.
Well, I won't agree on this totally. =P But then again, 'good' is a subjective term. One man's meat is another man's poison after all. So, what is 'good' to you may not necessarily mean the same thing to me.
If you pay attention, you'll be able to notice that some girls here actually praised us.
I remember telling my friend: "OMG THIS GIRL HAS FANS. O_O!!!" XDDD And I went overboard by telling myself that these were just 'sympathy comments', because you received quite a lot of bashing and shit from other people. Well, we all have different preferences and the saying about meat and poison holds true here too.
And I wonder what the freezing function is for. >>;; I really think it's redundant ahaha...
Cheers,
FuTari
PS: Thanks to you, I now totally understand the meaning of 'What you say can be used against you.'
Re: F*** YOU
So you support the flamer? Good. I support violence. (Not really kidding here, but you don't need to take this seriously. I didn't take the flamer either.)
Again, I have to assume you're only talking about
Tell us how. Don't just support the flamer, tell us why do you think this or any other fic of us sucks. Clicking on the link after reading the warnings, then telling it sucks is lame. Tell us the why.
But didn't you tell earlier you've already had a bad impression about OKami? (Again, assuming everyone forgot me.) So what is here to loose? Anyway... Did you notice these freezings happened after some polite variations of "close the topic, please!"? People assume if they repeat everything forty times it will make a difference.
Re: F*** YOU
1, Come to think of it, ninja_ wrote a Kimbley-Rizy rapefic too, it's up on the fma_het comm, check it. ^_^
2, Sorry babe, I'm a girl. XD
3, Riza resisted. She was just not strong enough to fight off Kimbley. And besides, Kimbley treathened her with his alchemy. That would make any man or woman shut up and stay calm unless that person is mentally retarded. Apparently, you're one of those fortunate girls, who never faced a big, strong man wielding a knife or a gun, who wanted to fuck you. Thank the Goddes, I'm among them too. I just have some imagination. Ah, yes, let me display my theory here about Riza and Mustang. If we accept, that Riza already was Roy's follower and right hand, it's quite clear, that she chose a few minutes of humiliation istead of painful death - because if she dies, who will support Roy...?
4, okay, okay, I was misinformed. I was forced to accept, that women's basic roles aren't enforced by genetics. They're enforced by 10000 years of social customs. (But let me point out, that that works just as well.)
5, I'm terribly sorry but I do not intend to commit suicide. That would be way too narrow-minded. Also, I believe in reincarnation, so when I'll be reborn, I couldn't meet medieval people. Bummer.
6, The link to this fic was actually posted on the Riza Hawkeye community. RoiAi fans have nothing to do with it.
Feel free to hate me though. ^__^