Fandom: FMA
Pairing: Archer/Kimblee
Rated: T for slight language and kissing
Type of story: Drabble
Just a short little drabble I made a couple days ago while trying to get out of my writer's block. It's about Kimblee's thoughts when he first met Archer and such. Please enjoy! And be warned that this has slight yaoi, so if that's not your thing, hit the back button! No flames please.
Kimblee had hated Lieutenant Colonel Archer when they first met; he was an arrogant, pompous, son of a bitch who had serious black mail to hang over his head. The bomber had had two options, one, be sent back to prison, or two, be under the control of the man he could barely stand. He chose the latter, even though he knew he might go mad doing so.
What annoyed the Crimson Alchemist so much about the Lieutenant Colonel was that he barely paid him any mind. Solf spend hours in the man's office, and despite his attempts to catch Archer's attention, it failed. This angered him greatly; Kimblee had always been a bit of an attention whore.
One day, the bomber had snapped; he blamed it on all the sexual tension he felt in the air. With a snarl, he had leapt to his feet and ripped the report that Frank had been reading out of his hands, causing the brunette to blink up at him with a blank expression.
"Kimblee, what the hell did you-" Before Archer could get angry at the alchemist, tattooed hands gripped the front of his military jacket, shocked to feel a rough, demanding kiss against hi lips. Sighing with defeat into the man's mouth, Frank couldn't help but give in. What was the point of fighting with someone who blew things up for a living?
After along few minutes of the rough, tongue battling kiss, Kimblee pulled back. His tongue darted out to lick his lips, grinning as his yellow, cat-like eyes took in the man's blushing features. "Finally, some kind of reaction out of you."
Archer touched his lips fainting before glaring at the man and sat down. Pale hands picked up the slightly ripped paper and he huffed, ice cold eyes narrowing in on the retreating alchemist. "Kimblee?"
Kimblee looked at the military man, a dark eyebrow rising in question. "What?" He asked, shoving his hands into his pockets; a smirk was obvious on the crazy man's face.
The Lieutenant Colonel hesitated before sighing deeply. "I wouldn't mind if you…tried to get a reaction out of me more often." He said, hiding his flushed face behind the paper.
Kimblee smiled smugly and raised a hand to signal his departure. "I'll be more than happy to do so." He purred slickly, turning away from the man at the desk.
Maybe Archer wasn't that bad after all…