Fic - "ABC Kink - G for Gunkink"
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rajTitle: ABC Kink - "G for Gunkink"
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raja815
Character/Fandom: Roy Mustang/Jean Havoc. Fullmetal Alchemist.
Rating: R
Word Count: 566
Warnings: Sexuality. Gunkink. Some light manga spoilers for Chapter 35 and upward.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is © Hiromu Arakawa. I will make no capitol benefit from this.
for “Gunkink”
Roy lay on the edge of Jean’s small bed, watching his lieutenant’s reflection in the cracked mirror above the bureau. Roy was on his stomach, chin resting on his hands in a mock-coquettish fashion, smirking broadly as Havoc slipped into the double holster. The brownish hue of the leather stood out against the tight black undershirt, and his muscles rippled as he worked the buckles closed.
“Oh my, Jacqueline,” he purred, waving his feet above him in a sarcastic imitation of a cinema starlet, “you certainly have exquisite taste in accessories. It sets your outfit off so beautifully. What a stunning young lady you are.”
“I hate you so much,” Jean grumbled. He dropped his hands from the buckles to the leather case on the bureau. The smell of gun oil filled the room as he opened it, overpowering and sumptuous. He pulled the first of the immaculate twin pistols out and examined it carefully. “I’m missing a date for this. To sit for god knows how long in a dank little hole, eating dried rations and pissing into empty bottles, all just in case someone else fucks up your plan. I could be having sex by this time tomorrow if it wasn’t for you.”
“Silly Jacqueline. You could be having sex right now if it was for me,” Roy replied amicably, and began to slither upward, off the bed, and over to Havoc.
“Are you still here?” Jean grunted. “You’ve already spoiled another relationship for me. Can’t you go home and gloat or something, and leave me in peace?” He turned resolutely back to his weapons.
Roy reached him just as he was sliding the first revolver into its holster, buttoning the snaps that held it flat against his skin, where his simple black jacket would easily cover it. He reached out and covered Jean's hand with his own, just as the lieutenant was retrieving the second gun. He felt warm flesh and cool, silkily oiled metal.
“Don’t touch my gun,” Havoc snapped, and tried to elbow Roy away. “I fucking hate it when people touch my guns.”
“Now, now, Jacqueline—”
“Oh, you have got to stop that—”
“You know that isn’t true at all,” Roy continued, unperturbed. “I’ve never heard you object before. To me handing your gun, I mean.” He nudged Jean's arm away, and took the weapon into his own palm. He raised it to his own lips and kissed it, flicking his tongue over the trigger.
“This is my rifle,” he crooned, quoting the old marching cadence, feeling Jean's stare lose its coldness. He lowered the firearm slowly down his own torso, to his crotch. He traced the hardness there with the sight at the tip of the barrel.
“And this is my gun.” Roy raised it again, this time to Jean's lips, and felt the metal flare with heat as Havoc gave a short little gasp.
“This is for fighting…” He kissed Jean, sliding the barrel down just enough so they both felt the smooth, rounded metal with their bottom lips, before taking it the rest of the way down, pushing it forward against the thick length, feeling the grip pressed back into his hand as Jean's cock hardened and swelled outwards.
“And this is for fun,” he finished, and smirked as ‘Jacqueline’ moaned and pressed him backwards toward the bed.
7/26
Early today, because my internet at home isn't working, so I'm having to use the school wireless network. See you guys tomorrow for letter H. :)
Author/Artist:
raja815Character/Fandom: Roy Mustang/Jean Havoc. Fullmetal Alchemist.
Rating: R
Word Count: 566
Warnings: Sexuality. Gunkink. Some light manga spoilers for Chapter 35 and upward.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is © Hiromu Arakawa. I will make no capitol benefit from this.
for “Gunkink”Roy lay on the edge of Jean’s small bed, watching his lieutenant’s reflection in the cracked mirror above the bureau. Roy was on his stomach, chin resting on his hands in a mock-coquettish fashion, smirking broadly as Havoc slipped into the double holster. The brownish hue of the leather stood out against the tight black undershirt, and his muscles rippled as he worked the buckles closed.
“Oh my, Jacqueline,” he purred, waving his feet above him in a sarcastic imitation of a cinema starlet, “you certainly have exquisite taste in accessories. It sets your outfit off so beautifully. What a stunning young lady you are.”
“I hate you so much,” Jean grumbled. He dropped his hands from the buckles to the leather case on the bureau. The smell of gun oil filled the room as he opened it, overpowering and sumptuous. He pulled the first of the immaculate twin pistols out and examined it carefully. “I’m missing a date for this. To sit for god knows how long in a dank little hole, eating dried rations and pissing into empty bottles, all just in case someone else fucks up your plan. I could be having sex by this time tomorrow if it wasn’t for you.”
“Silly Jacqueline. You could be having sex right now if it was for me,” Roy replied amicably, and began to slither upward, off the bed, and over to Havoc.
“Are you still here?” Jean grunted. “You’ve already spoiled another relationship for me. Can’t you go home and gloat or something, and leave me in peace?” He turned resolutely back to his weapons.
Roy reached him just as he was sliding the first revolver into its holster, buttoning the snaps that held it flat against his skin, where his simple black jacket would easily cover it. He reached out and covered Jean's hand with his own, just as the lieutenant was retrieving the second gun. He felt warm flesh and cool, silkily oiled metal.
“Don’t touch my gun,” Havoc snapped, and tried to elbow Roy away. “I fucking hate it when people touch my guns.”
“Now, now, Jacqueline—”
“Oh, you have got to stop that—”
“You know that isn’t true at all,” Roy continued, unperturbed. “I’ve never heard you object before. To me handing your gun, I mean.” He nudged Jean's arm away, and took the weapon into his own palm. He raised it to his own lips and kissed it, flicking his tongue over the trigger.
“This is my rifle,” he crooned, quoting the old marching cadence, feeling Jean's stare lose its coldness. He lowered the firearm slowly down his own torso, to his crotch. He traced the hardness there with the sight at the tip of the barrel.
“And this is my gun.” Roy raised it again, this time to Jean's lips, and felt the metal flare with heat as Havoc gave a short little gasp.
“This is for fighting…” He kissed Jean, sliding the barrel down just enough so they both felt the smooth, rounded metal with their bottom lips, before taking it the rest of the way down, pushing it forward against the thick length, feeling the grip pressed back into his hand as Jean's cock hardened and swelled outwards.
“And this is for fun,” he finished, and smirked as ‘Jacqueline’ moaned and pressed him backwards toward the bed.
7/26
Early today, because my internet at home isn't working, so I'm having to use the school wireless network. See you guys tomorrow for letter H. :)
