WARNING: Explicit Content in this chapter!!!!!

Title: Warmth of Lies
Author: Nostalgic5947
Genre: Romance, Hurt/Comfort
Rated: T (for Kimbley and Envy's language, and YAOI)
Disclaimer: Do you see Envy snogging Ed at the end of the series? Of course not. Is Kimbley riding Miles like a cowboy? No. I rest my case.
Summary: PREQUEL to Warmth of Snow. Semi-AU after Kimbley enters Briggs! Miles is loosing his wife. Confused, he turns to an unlikely aid and takes advantage of it. Is he being honest with himself or lying? MilesKimbley, Envy+Kimbley (friendship), hints to one-sided EdEnvy

Key:

'Miles' thoughts.'
'Kimbley's thoughts.'
"Speech."
emphasis.
EMPHASIS.
*"Quotes from the past."*

Chapter 2

Kimbley stares, panicking, at the Major's ceiling. For the love of 'It'…

Miles snores lightly into Kimbley's ear, nose nudging his neck gently. Then it is nudging his earlobe, making the Alchemist jolt. Miles sighs happily and drifts into a deeper sleep. Kimbley just continues staring.

'This… was a bad idea…' he finally decides; this being him coming to bother Miles. The wind howls outside, bending the trees into rather frightening shadows along Miles' walls. To Kimbley, the only scary thing right now is Miles himself, draped atop the mad bomber and kissing his neck in sleep.

Kimbley's eyes widen.

O SHIT.

The raven haired man squirms and returns to his earlier attempts at removing the younger man from his person. It does not work. Not only is Miles taller than Kimbley, but the mutt is proving to be heavier too: a lot heavier. Kimbley swears to himself.

Part of him wonders why he is not blowing the man up. Surely that would be easier than squirming around? That part of him is quickly answered, though, when Kimbley suddenly thinks: 'This feels good...' and moans. Miles is now nipping his neck, slightly chilled hands caressing the Alchemist's sides. Kimbley wonders what on EARTH the mutt is dreaming about. 'If this is a joke,' he thinks as Miles begins to unbutton his shirt, 'I am making him the new Lust and blowing him up over and over again. ENDLESSLY.' That'll teach him.

Lust would really fit this side of Miles, too.

... Perhaps a bit too well.

Kimbley shivers as he finds himself shirtless. Miles drunkenly (or sleepily) kisses down the bomber's chest, sucking his solar plexus while fondling the soft nubs of his nipples. Kimbley presses his lips together and closes his eyes, his face turning red as he tries to stifle his voice. He is scared. While it is not his first time with a man, it IS his first time with one who is dreaming--most likely of his wife. 'Ex-wife.' Whatever. Point is: Kimbley is afraid of what Miles will do if he wakes up.

Won't he wake up when he feels THAT? The logical and cynical part of him asks. It then prompts him to blow the Major up, to hell with the fact that he will probably hurt himself being this close. Kimbley then decides that he has a twisted sense of logic (something those around him have been trying to get through to him for the past--say--20 years? His logic snorts at him).

'I do not KNOW!' Kimbley wails to himself as Miles inches his way down, still fondling the Alchemist's chest. He fights down a panicky sob as Miles licks the Alchemist's naval, dipping into his belly button in a mockery of the act he obviously (and quite literally) dreams of performing. Kimbley has to stop this. Now. But his hands will not move. His mind tells them to but his body does not listen. No part of it does. It listens to Miles instead. It obeys the man as he kisses and licks and whispers gently into his skin. Kimbley just stares down at the white head and whimpers.

Miles begins to unbutton the Alchemist's pants.

O SHIIIT!

Kimbley hisses as the trousers slip off. In the mists of all his panic and mental debates, he had missed a very important fact: he is HARD. 'It' must hate him. A lot. Kimbley swallows a moan as he feels Miles kiss his inner thigh. (Envy prefers his outer thigh being touched, unless it's the right leg--his Oroborus is very sensitive but he loves it too much to hide it away. Thus, we get his very... skimpy outfit; Kimbley no longer says 'slutty' since the last time he did, Envy bit him. Why he is thinking of that NOW of all times, Kimbley does not know, but he thinks it is his way of coping with being raped. Again.)

That thought tangent only took a few seconds, but it was apparently long enough for Miles to start nuzzling his bare cock. Kimbley freezes: his BARE cock? 'Where did my underwear go?' The Alchemist swallows thickly as Miles licks the underside of his member. 'Why is he not stopping?!' There is no why he can NOT realize he is being intimate with a MAN. Not with--o GOD. Kimbley moans loudly, hips and thighs twitching, as Miles gently sucks his tip. He clutches the man's shoulders with trembling hands, blindly holding on as he is suddenly deep throated.

FUCK.

"Wh-What are you DREAMING of!" Kimbley mindlessly hisses out as his body spasms from pleasure. He groans as Miles slides off his length.

"Nothing."

The room goes still. Dark maroon eyes watch as shocked gold widen. Miles notes two things he missed while faking sleep: one, Kimbley's bright red face; two, Kimbley's tears. A tan hand rises to brush the wetness away but is halted by a pale hand. It slaps his face.

"What. The HELL," Kimbley breaths out. His eyes are now lit with fury and his face flushed with shame. Miles notes that it is easy to tell the difference because Kimbley's ears are now red too. The Major promptly ignores the sting of his cheek.

"Sorry, I'm still drunk."

Kimbley snaps, "That makes this okay?!" He shoves the man off and tries to get his clothes. The cynical part of his mind is bragging about being right and also informing him that his socks are still on. Joy.

"You didn't stop me."

Kimbley rounds on him and slaps Miles' face again, "I couldn't get you off me! You weigh too much!"

"You could have stopped me when I was--"

"I li--I did not want to have to deal with--THIS!" Kimbley's cheeks turn a deeper shade of red as he stops himself from saying he liked it. Miles remains silent, nursing his two red cheeks. "Why... Why did you DO that anyway?" Kimbley asks, trying to button up his shirt. His hands are shaking too much. "You were awake... and knew..."

Miles watches the man struggle, with his shirt and for words. He smiles slightly, taking the older male's wrist in his hands and pulling him close. He wraps his arms around Kimbley, fingering his shirt and nuzzling his throat. The Alchemist is wary, still and rigid in his embrace. Miles swallows when he feels the other's palms press against his chest, fingers splaying. Kimbley pulls his legs up, trying to become smaller and push the Major farther away at the same time. Before he can get his legs between them, however, Miles holds him closer and uses his weight to push him back down against the bed.

"Is it okay if I'm not sure?" Miles asks, trying to find an answer to Kimbley's question. He can only think of one as he stares at the picture of him and his wife.

"Then get off me!" Kimbley yells, pushing against the larger, heavier man and gravity. Go figure he cannot win against both. He hates that decade in prison. It maddened his mind and softened his body. He cannot even say he has brains over brawns now!

"But I like--" Miles stops. He tightens his hold on Kimbley. Then, after a quick kiss to the older man's neck, Miles gets up and throws the covers over the pale man. He then leaves the room.

Posted: April 15