Interesting ficcy... ^^

[okami_hu]

Title: Shadowed sunlight
Authors: 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 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.

Comments

(frozen) Re: WTF

[okami-hu.livejournal.com]

Thank you for your comment. But why do you think, this fic doesn't belong to fm_alchemist? Yaoi does? And I have this feeling you're telling me this only because you were offended. I feel kinda offended, when I see RoiAi stuff. So I should go out and scream RoiAi does not belong to fm_alchemist...?

I believe, we put up a fairly good header, which announced clearly, that this fic is a KimbleyxHawkeye rapefic. If this bothers you, why did you read it in the first place...? Or are you this upset, because the characterization seems off...? You forgot to give me the reasons why do we suck so badly.

If you take a closer look, the "foreplay" thing gets mentioned after Riza asks Kimbley not to cause her any pain. In her slightly dizzied state, this comes into Riza's mind, because she doesn't want to feel pain; yet, she knows Kimbley will cause her that. She would like him to be gentler but she knows he won't be. I hope, I cleared this up now.

The "sir". clodia_risa explained it very well: "Hawkeye, who is so accustomed to the military rank, keep calling Kimbley "Sir" even as he is raping her. It is likely ingrained in those soldiers." It is. And Riza is also very young in this fic, about nineteen. How on Earth should he call Kimbley? Major? That's basically the same as "sir".

You should have known, that this fic is going to be insulting. Why did you read it then...?

(frozen) Re: WTF

[(Anonymous)]

The characterization of Hawkeye is pretty damn offensive. She's a strong, smart woman, and you write her as neither.

Re "clearing that up" -- if you have to explain your story after the fact, then your story isn't clear enough to begin with. If what you mean isn't clear in the story, then rewrite until it is. A good story explains itself, even when it's about horrible things happening.

What should she call her rapist, instead of "sir"? How about "you bastard," "you asshole," or "you son of a bitch"? He's raping her. He doesn't deserve her respect, and -- in canon, anyway -- Hawkeye is too competent and strong to give respect to somebody who does something like that to her.

This story didn't have to be insulting. This premise could have been powerful and effective. But that would have meant you, the authors, treating Hawkeye with the respect she deserves.
...and I'm a Kimbley fangirl, saying that.

(frozen) Re: WTF

[okami-hu.livejournal.com]

Yes, Hawkeye is a strong and smart woman...

1, at the age of 25. In the fic, she's nineteen. And she just saw a whole goddamned war.
2, and YES, she's a WOMAN. A woman, who's being raped, mistreated, threathened my a big, strong MAN. Instincts. Genetics. Of course, she's scared and can't think clearly.

I won't chew on my wording anymore; sorry, we can't do it better, our mother tongue is Hungarian. And our beta left it in too.

Namecalling, eh... You haven't read what I wrote...? She's a soldier. I can easily imagine her calling Roy "taisa" or "colonel" even if they would make love. And it's just tactics. You know, what policemen use to teach women? "Don't anger your attacker." The respect Riza showed to Kimbley indeed worked - it is clearly mentioned.

And about being powerful and effective... ^__^ Well, this fic is. Just look at your entries, you're strongly affected by it. That's our main goal. To stir up feelings, make the readers emotionally moved by our fics. I'll pat Kira on the shoulder for playing Kimbley so excellently.

And a little personal opinion: neither of us likes Riza particulary. We both think, she's strong, smart and loyal, but she kind of sacrificed her femininity for that.

By the way, where can I find your fics? Your grammar and spelling is excellent, I'd like to read your stories.

(frozen) Re: WTF

[ex-saraswath377.livejournal.com]

I am not the anonymous person above (I'm happy to reveal my identity), however, here's a little clarification as to where the anonymous person came from:

In the fic, she's nineteen. And she just saw a whole goddamned war.

I am nineteen. If a man came up and tried to rape me, I would scream and yell and kick him in the balls. Hawkeye is a soldier, and a foot soldier at that, who has been trained in combat as well as put through strenuous training regimes. I'm sure she could do a LOT of damage to Kimbley, who as a National Alchemist is an officer and surely doesn't have to go through as much physical training as a foot soldier (especially since he can blow up a person by touching them). Hawkeye's seeing of "the whole goddamned war" - and her killing of multiple Ishbarites at close range, I assume - would make her much stronger and much more willing to injure when he tried something similar. (I would even hazard to say that she could injure him before he could lay a finger on her to try and blow her up.) Only anime Roy is ever hinted at in canon to have had emotional issues caused by the war.

sorry, we can't do it better, our mother tongue is Hungarian.

One can always do better. I admire your attempts to write in a non-native tongue, however, if you want to be accepted while doing so you must attempt to tighten your English as much as possible. I also severely disagree that she would call Kimbley "Sir" in this situation. Both anime and manga makes it clear that her only real reason to be in the military and focus is Roy, and I think that she would especially disrespect Kimbley, who Roy hates.

threathened my a big, strong MAN. Instincts. Genetics. Of course, she's scared and can't think clearly.

She's also a soldier, and I would hope is used to the fear of death by now. Are you implying that all women are genetically scared of men when they try and rape them?

You know, what policemen use to teach women? "Don't anger your attacker."

I don't know about in your country, but in the USA we are taught to injure them, incapacitate them, scream, draw attention and run away. Why would someone be passive if they want their attacker off them?

but she kind of sacrificed her femininity for that.

Ouch. I disagree wholeheartedly. Your opinion of what femininity is must be very narrow indeed. What do you want her to be, then? I think I see it a little bit in this story - scared and shocked, instead of competant. This is the woman who kicked down her commanding officer when she felt he was in a dangerous course of action against Scar, and was right. I doubt Roy would place the trust in her that he does if she wasn't like that - smart, competant and on-the-ball in every situation - during the Ishbar war as well.

(frozen) Re: WTF

[kira-k.livejournal.com]

I think I should step in before this turns into a little flame.

For the fic itself, some facts:
1) Maybe it escaped your attention, but Riza fought back.
2) Which earned her a death threat. I'm not sure, if this was unambiguous or not, but Kimbley would have killed her, blowing up her throath if she had not stopped her strugling.

As for Riza.

Both anime and manga makes it clear that her only real reason to be in the military and focus is Roy, and I think that she would especially disrespect Kimbley, who Roy hates.

I've to ask you two things first.
1) Did Roy hate Kimbley during the war? Before it was clear, Kimbley's sociopata/psyhopata?
2) Was Riza under Roy's command during the war?
I couldn't find a valid, canonic answer to these questions. So it's up to our interpretation.

Our opinion about Riza and femininity and our police really shouldn't belong to here, but oh well.

I think Martel managed to save her feminine side, even after being a soldier, chimera, whatnot. In my opinion Riza wasn't that successful in this thing. This doesn't mean she should be a scared and shocked, instead of competant. This means I don't find her feminine. It's just taste. I don't find Orlando Bloom masculine. I don't say, Riza or Orlando should change their behaviour or looks.

Police. Being sarcastic here, our police is somewhat incompetant. They teach us to not steal the internet-access, and to forget our stolen bikes. There is no online Sexual Offenders' List, there is nothing. And i'm stopping, because this really doesn't belong to here.

One can always do better. I admire your attempts to write in a non-native tongue, however, if you want to be accepted while doing so you must attempt to tighten your English as much as possible.

Hm. Is this an offer to beta our writing? We're willing to accept help; we were looking for a solid beta-reader for months.

(frozen) Re: WTF

[okami-hu.livejournal.com]

I really love you, Kíra, I missed your sane answers here... *hugs*.

As a not on the soldiers' training: since Kimbley has to touch the things he wants to go boom - including humans - I'm fairly convinced, that he must be a good and strong fighter. Otherwise, he won't be able to grab his victims.

And for doing it better. My spelling abilities are great considering I'm not a native; and my grammar is good too. I have slight problems with wording and using the appropriate phrases. I read a lot in English but that doesn't help that much, since most of the phrases I can't translate to Hungarian and thus, I can't understand them.

(frozen) Re: WTF

[jpegasus.livejournal.com]

and YES, she's a WOMAN. A woman, who's being raped, mistreated, threathened my a big, strong MAN. Instincts. Genetics. Of course, she's scared and can't think clearly.

Wow. As a woman, I think I'd have to smack you for saying something like that. Talk about a middle-ages sort of mind set.

(frozen) Re: WTF

[okami-hu.livejournal.com]

Kiwi, I can absolutely imagine, that if YOU were about to get raped, you'd scream and kick the guy in the balls even if he was pointing a knife or a gun towards you and walk off like a winner; but I guess, I'd be totally frightened, I'd cry and keep quiet trying to aviod the bigger harm, do what the guy says to get over with it as soon as possible then call the Police to denounce him.

(frozen) Re: WTF

[kira-k.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry to disagree with you as well, but being a woman as well... I was frozen by shock when someone a few years ago wanted me to go down on him.

And you seem to forget this fiction was set somewhere in the 1900s. Not during 2000, when you can do almost anything you want.

(frozen) Re: WTF

[jpegasus.livejournal.com]

That may be, but FMA was set in a world where there is no evidence of women being any weaker or less capable than men.

And hawkeye is one of the most capable characters in the show, irregardless of her gender. It simply doesn't seem in character for her to submit like that. She may have been shocked and surprised, but I'd think that at some point, self preservation would have stepped in.

(frozen) Re: WTF

[kira-k.livejournal.com]

see above:

"1) Maybe it escaped your attention, but Riza fought back.
2) Which earned her a death threat. I'm not sure, if this was unambiguous or not, but Kimbley would have killed her, blowing up her throath if she had not stopped her strugling."

(frozen) Re: WTF

[jpegasus.livejournal.com]

Not struggling is one thing, but being cringing and pathetic is entirely another.

also, I think you mean simply 'ambiguous'.

(frozen) Re: WTF

[okami-hu.livejournal.com]

Hawkeye wasn't pathetic! She was a woman. And you said it yourself "She may have been shocked and surprised, but I'd think that at some point, self preservation would have stepped in." Self preservation stepped in. She didn't want to die/being maimed. And the case was already lost, so I can't see any reason for her to fight for a lost case, which would have earned her deeper injuries, than not fighting. Being a soldier doesn't mean she can't have a will to live.

(frozen) Re: WTF

[jpegasus.livejournal.com]

ust look at your entries, you're strongly affected by it.

and just for your own benefit -- it's two different anonymous posters.

(frozen) Re: WTF

[okami-hu.livejournal.com]

I can't keep track on them. Sorry. Although, the statement is still valid even then.

(frozen) Re: WTF

[http://users.livejournal.com/_vejitto_/]

I won't read the fic because I cringe from this type, but...

You know, what policemen use to teach women? "Don't anger your attacker."
Uh? We had classes at secondary school where sometimes policeman and other officers came in and we could ask things (mostly drugs, etc.), and when this particular topic came up, the answer was always the same: hurt them like there's no tomorrow. Claw his eyes out, kick him where it hurts, poke his eyes out with a pencil, it doesn't matter as long as you can get the hell away. Self-defense. Especially if I'm a soldier. No one in their right mind would tell you to lie passively and it'll be over quicker... When you're robbed, of course, give your stuff and get away safer, but this is bodily harm.

I won't butt into the other parts, but this sent my face into twitching spawns. Sorry.

(frozen) Re: WTF

[http://users.livejournal.com/_vejitto_/]

*spasms, because I can't write *shoots self*

(frozen) Re: WTF

[okami-hu.livejournal.com]

For Pete's sake; of course, if somebody was about to rape me, I would scream my lungs out as well, fighting like crazy but goddammit, what do you do, when the attacker holds a gun or a knife?? I doubt, that you would be that enthusiastic to kick the guy in the balls THEN!

People here think like eeryy other woman, excluding a few (like me): "Rape is something, that happens to others, not me. I'll be able to defend myself!" Until the real thing comes their way. Women are genetically programmed to submit men. Period.

(frozen) Re: WTF

[jpegasus.livejournal.com]

Women are genetically programmed to submit men. Period.

That is one of the most offensive things I have ever heard, and the reason that I said I had to slap you earlier. Have some pride. If you honestly think this than you have much deeper problems than not being able to write in character.

(frozen) Re: WTF

[okami-hu.livejournal.com]

This is a biological fact, not my imagination. And I have my pride right here, thank you. The greatness in human beings is, that we're able to overcome these genetically programmed orders. Or at least, we can try.