For the love of Fury

Wed, 20 Jun 2007 08:41:58 GMT

I just joined not to long ago, I wanted to share my Fury and Scieszka

I am really happy to have found ya'll I simply adore Kain Fury.

The Sniper Wore Stiletto’s
Author: Sadler_Girl
Genre: romance /smut
Rating: R
Pairing: Scieszka x Fury
Spoilers: none
Word Count: +/- 1200

http://sadler-girl.livejournal.com/6821.html

Title: Gracia, HughesxFuery Fic

Thu, 01 Mar 2007 05:44:19 GMT

Title: Gracia (Subtitle: Blame It On The Drinks)
Author: freaky_zero
Genre: Angst/Smut/Angsty smut?
Rating: Hard R
Pairing: Hughes x Fuery
Spoilers: Nope!
Word Count: Approx. 4,300

Warnings & Notes: Uh, the timeline here is a bit screwy. This is before Hughes and Gracia get married and before Roy gets transferred out to the East, right after Fuery has been transferred into Roy's little group of men. I tried to make it work as best I could, but if there are any blantantly egregious errors, please point them out. Also, I'd like to say that I'm pretty much not happy with this at all, and I think it completely and totally sucks. I'm sorry Dx

Fake-Cut!

(Roy had been amazingly accomadating the first night...)

x-posted to fma_fuh_q (written for the month of February), fm_alchemist, and fma_yaoi

Breda/Fury fluff

Tue, 20 Feb 2007 17:21:26 GMT

It's been awhile since I posted anything so here I am with a drabbly thing.

Title:Normal
Pairing: Breda/Fury
Rating:PG-13 ish
Spoilers: End of series I guess.
Warnings :Fluff and drunks

Link to my journal

Comments are as always welcomed.

Mon, 08 Jan 2007 09:16:00 GMT

Title: Serendipity (because I fail at titles.)
Author: freaky_zero
Genre: Humor/Smut?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Havoc x Fuery
Spoilers: Nope!
Warnings: All around bad? Sorries TT_TT But, um, no not really any warnings. Sex?

Notes: I'm posting this here at the request of okami_hu ^^; And, it's not the best, being more than a little rushed for a deadline, but I hope you can overlook the errors and enjoy all the same <3 Because HavocxFuery is worth enjoying.

Follow the Fake-cut

( Serendipity )

x-posted at fma_fuh_q for the month of December (Havoc) and at fma_yaoi, havocxfury, and fm_alchemist

[pics] chibi Fury

Sun, 10 Dec 2006 20:42:33 GMT

don't mind me, i'm usually just a lurker -don't draw, can't post my fics fics here, too shy to comment to others' posts... sorry... ~~by the way, please don't mind my lousy English either :/~~
but there's still something i could share with you; afterall it is Fury-related and i guess it has to be fanwork... kind of?

let me introduce the first Fury keychain figure:

preview:

with Black Hayate

with Havoc

pwned by baby!Hayate

with all the team

please don't redistribute those pics without permission, ok? most of those are just keychains you can buy at your local manga/japanim/goodies shop, but i took me several days of work to make the Fury and the Riza figures ~~and yeah, i know they still look crappy XD~~

New Member Here

Thu, 31 Aug 2006 18:11:22 GMT

Ok first time post here, I've been a lurker here for a while. The only thing I have to offer for now is this chibi Kain Fuery pic. I hope all you Kain Fuery (or Cain Fury) fans enjoy it. :3 I'll be sure to do more fanart when I can.

Did this a few months ago. Colored with prisma colored pencils.

Breda/Fury 20 Sentences.

Mon, 21 Aug 2006 22:26:38 GMT

So it's been a long time since I posted any writing. this is just 20 sentences written in hopes of stirring the muses a little bit. Hope you enjoy. Comments as always are ~~demanded~~ welcome.

Link to my journal!

Posted all over.

Fury + Breda + closet = Smut

Fri, 05 May 2006 22:06:30 GMT

This is a link to my journal!</a>I haven't posted in some time and mistr3ssquickly (she beta'd by the way- thanks love) asked me to write some Breda/Fury with Breda helping Fury dress on the morning before his assessment. This is the result. It's not exactly what I intended but the boys had definite ideas about it.

NC-17 so don't read if it's not legal for you to do so

Title: Assessment
Pairing: Fury/Breda
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: end of series to be safe.
Warnings: PWP, smut, a tiny bit of angst, smut

Cut to men doing nasty things

As always comments are much appreciated.
Crossposted to the usual places.

HavocFury fic

Wed, 08 Mar 2006 01:52:04 GMT

Title: Surprises
Author: okami_hu
Beta: kayoko_chan
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance
Pairing: HavocxFury. Support the Military.
Word count: 1354

I’ll be looking forward to giving you a taste in something, that’s far sweeter than the pink icing.

xposted like crazy on fm_alchemist, fma_yaoi, havocxfury and military_nerd

Sun, 26 Feb 2006 00:21:26 GMT

I noticed something disturbing. Namely, that lately, the only person who's contributing something to this comm is chrstphrl. That has to change! I'm thinking about a new contest and until I come up with something, here's a fic. It's a bit older but I never posted it here, I can't imagine why. In the meantime, this fic became my background story for the redstone_rp.

Title: Red Stone Child
Author: okami_hu
Rating: PG-13
Warning: some violence, blood, disturbing images
Summary: On a dark night, Fury follows somebody and he ends up getting much more than he ever dared to bargain for.

It felt a little off. Shouldn’t the bad things happen on bad nights when Heaven weeps and thunder growls or the storms roars? The sky was clear, the dark velvet decorated with twinkling stars, it wasn’t a night for killing!

While he hurried on the deserted, sparsely lit streets, Fury wondered which were louder: his running steps or his furiously beating heart. He was halfway to his dorm when he spotted a tall figure stalking in the shadows. It looked surprisingly like that man the whole army was chasing at the moment. The small soldier was in a difficult situation; he knew he shouldn’t oppose the murderer alone but on the other hand, if he would go to make a call now, the tall figure might disappear.

In the end, Fury decided to follow the man. He hoped he mistook him with somebody else and nothing will happen but at the moment, his hopes seemed to go down on the drain. Clutching his pistol firmly, Fury stopped on the corner pressing his back to the wall. The sounds he heard made him wince. With a deep breath, he jumped into the alley, aiming his weapon to whoever there was-

His chocolate eyes widened from horror and disgust. A man lay on the ground, his blue uniform identifying him as a member of the Amestrisian military. His skull was smashed; his blood and brain were splattered on the pavement. The light of the streetlamp bounced off of the fallen item lying next to him. It was a State Alchemist’s silver watch.

The other figure stood tall and proud, half of his form covered by the sharp shadows. On his forehead, the pale cross-mark was almost shining in the darkness. His deep red eyes shone dangerously and such cold flames flickered beneath those ruby mirrors that the small soldier’s blood froze in his veins.

Cain’s hands began to tremble. “S-Scar…” he breathed. The panic paralyzed him completely.

“You saw me,” the Ishbalite hissed on his low voice and he launched toward the small-framed soldier without a warning.

Cain cried out in fright and he blindly pulled the trigger once or twice but he missed the dark body. In the next moment, Scar’s palm met the soldier’s chest, the arrays flared up and-

Cain didn’t even have a chance to comprehend, what happened. He still registered the strong, dark fingers sinking into his body without even meeting any resistance but the pain was there only for a fleeting moment. As the destructive alchemy of the scarred mass-murderer burned its way through his chest, crumbling away skin, bones, muscles and flesh, Fury’s mind stopped. Dark drops of blood floated in the air, spraying from the horrible wound and from Cain’s throat through his mouth opened for a soundless scream. His chocolate eyes turned glassy as his small body fell, hitting the hard, cold pavement with a blunt thud. The blue uniform slowly turned crimson by the heavy-smelling thick liquid oozing from the hole on Fury’s chest.

Scar threw a last glance to the fallen soldier’s honest, innocent face now frozen in the expression of incomprehension. The Ishbalite shook his head somewhat regretfully then left the scene of the murder with quick steps, never even looking back.

A sudden fresh breeze came and cleared away the smell of blood and burned gunpowder from the air.

***

Slow, shuffling steps echoed slightly in the silence covering the streets. A tall, wide figure walked in the deserted alleys clad in a long trench coat and a wide-rimmed hat. A thick scarf was wrapped around his neck despite the nice weather and the faint light broke on his round glasses, lending him a mysterious, unsettling look.

The man stopped in his tracks as he spotted the two bodies. He slouched closer, examining the State Alchemist. Shaking his head, he approached the other soldier. Excitement began to gleam in the pale grayish-blue eyes as a large, furry hand reached out to touch the ashen face.

“So cute…!” Tucker whispered with delight. “You’re almost as pretty as my sweet Nina. You shouldn’t lay here in the cold. I’ll take you home and clean you up.”

With an insane chuckle, the chimera scientist lifted the small body into his arms and left.

***

Back in his lab’s safety, Tucker stripped the soldier from the blood-soaked uniform and washed off the crimson stains from the fair skin. He caressed the black hair fondly, even combed it out neatly. Then, he carried it to one of the tanks in which a little chimera-girl was floating.

“Look, my precious, I brought you a little friend to play with,” Tucker smiled. The chimera-Nina turned her head a little and her soulless eyes stared at the cold, naked body without any emotions. Tucker eyed the small man in his arms. “Hmm, you’re right precious. I should first fix this hole on his chest. Actually, I could even animate him… Yes!” He beamed on his artificial daughter. “I’ll try human transmutation on him. If I can do it now, it’ll be a piece of cake to bring you back. I have some barrels of incomplete stones and no one would miss a few prisoners. Such a great idea! You can be proud of your daddy!”
The soulless chimera’s empty eyes didn’t even stir but Tucker was convinced that his daughter smiled on him appreciatively. Whistling quietly, he placed the body on a table then began to draw the array.

***

I’m being born. Again? No, yes, I don’t care. Air. Cuts like a knife. Light, it hurts my eyes. Pain… white, dark, hot, hot, hot, burning! Air! My lungs ache, moving hurts, stop this! Heart throbs, limbs twitch. A gate…? Sucks me in. What is this? What’s happening? Reddish mist. Smells funny. A hand? Mine? Reaches out. What’s that? Dark. Pain. A body? Mine…? No… Yes. Hurts! What’s this? Who am I…? Is that me…? That small, pale body? Eyes. Violet. Glaring at me. Pain! Fear! No, please…! I don’t want to, no, leave me, hot, hot, it freezes! Let me go, please, please, I WANT TO GET OUT!!

***

Tucker stared down from the table he pulled back on when one of the red stone tanks cracked and the crimson liquid covered the floor. Through the reddish mist, he could make out the last tiny sizzles of the alchemical reaction. He also noticed, that the sedated prisoners – some five of them – were gone. His eyes searched for his specimen and his mouth opened, as he spotted the movement.

The small soldier was nowhere to be found. In the middle of the transmutation circle, a heap of twisted flesh was wheezing which bore no resemblance to a human form. Limbs were sticking out from the wrong places, the ribs were like spikes along the bare spine and the skin didn’t cover the pulsing internal organs.

Tucker stared, feeling slightly nauseous. The experiment was a failure apparently. He absent-mindedly picked up a sheet of paper and a pen to scribble down his observations studiously.

The hideous creature moved, slowly inching forward. Some flesh part of it reached into the reddish puddle on the floor and the movement stopped. The monster didn’t move for a while, just trembled slightly. In the next moment, it launched forward and began to devour the incomplete stone from the floor like a hungry animal.

When Tucker looked up, the pen fell out of his hand. Right before his eyes, a fearful but breathtaking transmutation was displaying. As the formless creature licked up the barrel’s spilled contents, its flesh began to change. The bones moved visibly, the organs rippled and the skin began to crawl upwards to cover them. The minutes passed one after another and the monster on the floor merged into a human’s shape. Now, it looked like before. The body was short, the skin was pale, the limbs all nicely shaped. Very slowly, even the last white spikes disappeared along with the long, sharp fangs in the mouth and the claws on the end of the fingers. The creature kneeling on the floor looked the same as the soldier Tucker found on the street with a hole on his chest.

The small-framed creature continued to clear away the red stone from the floor. When he finished, he walked to the broken tank and after a little hesitating he bent down to drink up the last remains. When the last drop was cleared away, he straightened. Looking around, he suddenly caught his own reflection in the glass. His violet eyes widened as he stepped closer and examined his own form with awe. “So pretty…!” he breathed with delight. He spun on his heels and turned to the chimera scientist, who was still crouched on the top of the table with his mouth open from astonishment.

“Am I pretty?” the small creature demanded. His violet eyes shone arrogantly.

Tucker blinked, then shook his head and finally smiled. “Yes, you’re very pretty. Hmm, could you tell me why did you eat all the red stones?”

“I was hungry,” the small-framed homunculus shrugged. “It was delicious.”

Tucker fetched another pen and made a few notes, until the small creature stepped closer to him and pulled on his fur with an annoyed look. “Pay attention to me!”

The chimera scientist smiled and after placing his papers to the side, he embraced his creation. “Don’t worry lovely, I will.

~the end/the beginning~

Breda/Fury - One sentence

Sat, 25 Feb 2006 22:55:02 GMT

Just a sentence. That's all.

Breda/Fury
Rated PG to be safe

They rarely fought, but Heymans didn't speak to Cain for two days after he brought home the puppy.

Comments are welcomed.

Posted to the usual places.

Sat, 25 Feb 2006 04:11:00 GMT

Drabbly thing that’s been in my head for a while now. Just over 250 words. For mistr3ssquickly and furiouscupofcat because they are marvelous.

Title: Last
Pairing: Breda/Fury
Rating: R
Spoilers: around episode 46
Warnings: Angst, fluff.

Heymans heard the key in the lock, saw the haunted look on his lover’s face, felt slender fingers touch his cheek as Cain‘s duffel was dropped next to the one already by the door. No words were spoken as they fell into a tangle of sweat slick limbs and fevered skin, cries of love and anguish the only sounds echoing in the darkened room. There was no room for words, only the heat of two bodies twined in what felt like their last moments as lovers, and when they were spent, two soldiers clung to each other in the deafening stillness, each fearing to speak, each afraid the other would hear the sorrow and fear in voices raw from screaming.

Heymans sighed and stroked Cain’s back, writing out a tender promise on smooth skin. Tomorrow they would head north on a mission most would deem suicidal. If the coup failed, they and their comrades would be executed. Soldiers followed their orders and so would Cain and Heymans, trusting their friends and their Colonel. Reliving nights of soft caresses and breathless kisses, they would do their duty, pretending that nothing is more important than the good of Armestris.

Darkness gave way to the cool gray dawn and two lovers readied for the journey in silence. Finally, with duffels shouldered and Cain’s hand on the knob, the smaller man spoke.

“I love you, Heymans.”

The bigger man smiled softly, knowing that the days ahead would not allow them to speak freely. “I love you too.“

Also posted to fma_yaoi and fullservicefma

Breda/ Fury Sunday Smut

Sun, 12 Feb 2006 21:46:19 GMT

Just a little Breda/Fury smut for a lazy Sunday. Inspired by the icon mistr3ssquickly made for me, because she’s the most awesomest.

Title: Backseat
Pairing: Breda/Fury
Rating: NC-17+
Warnings: End of series to be safe, Fluff, PWP, Car Sex.

Cain hissed softly as he teased his own nipple, pinching and tugging the hard nub, the sting changing to pleasure as the sensation burned to his groin. Watching his erection disappear into the exquisite heat of his lover’s mouth, feeling those wonderful fingers inside him, stretching and opening, brushing his most intimate pleasure spot, the dark-haired man shuddered and arched, gasping for breath as slender fingers knotted into reddish hair. Heymans grunted and throated him, pushing Cain’s aching cock against the roof of his mouth as he dove down nuzzling coarse dark hair.

Both men froze at the sound of footsteps, then relaxed as they passed by. This had been Cain’s idea and he wondered momentarily what had possessed him. Fucking in the general’s car as it sat in the motor pool was asking to be caught and there would be no denying what two soldiers were doing with their pants around their ankles, but the danger just worked to make him hotter, harder than he could have imagined. Heymans had eagerly agreed when Cain suggested it, always willing to try whatever kink that his smaller lover came up with. It was cramped and the armrest bit into his lower back, but the smell of leather and sweat and sex was intoxicating and maddeningly arousing.

Heymans bobbed his head sliding to the tip of Cain’s leaking cock, swirling his tongue around the flared head, pushing his fingers deep into Cain’s body. The younger man’s hips snapped upward and he moaned as Heymans tongue dipped into the slit and slipped underneath the crown to tease the frenulum.

“’Mans … P…please fuck me…. Need you, “ Cain gasped between breaths. He was getting close, could feel the heat rising in his balls, the orgasm nearing, and he wanted to come with the bigger man inside of him.

Heymans released Cain’s swollen organ and the sergeant whimpered at the loss. Looking up at his lover, the big man smiled tenderly. Gently nipping the tip of Cain‘s cock, then soothing it with his tongue, Heymans whispered, “ You’re ready now?”

“Yesss!!” The little technician hissed, rocking his hips for emphasis. Sweat trickled down his back and pooled under his ass. “Please fuck me …come inside me….make me scream.”

It took some maneuvering because of the lack of space and the fact that Heymans' feet were bound by a knot of pants and underwear over his boots, but they managed to slide Cain down enough for the heavier man to settle between his thighs. One booted foot was on the seat back, the other, wrapped in his trousers and boxers, pushing against the door and his head was at an odd angle, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the need, the overpowering heat. If they were caught now, he wouldn’t care so long as Heymans plunged into him and fucked him raw. All of Central could watch as far as he was concerned.

Heymans opened the bottle of lube Cain always carried and started to pour some into his hand but Cain shook his head and offered his palm. “I want to feel you. … Want to feel it go in.”

Heymans smiled, a wicked little turn of the corner of his mouth really, and poured the slippery liquid into his lover’s hand. Cain rubbed his fingers together to warm the fluid then reached down between them and grasped Heymans’ erection, eliciting a quiet growl from the lieutenant. Slim fingers slicked the man’s hard organ, mixing lube and precome, as he humped Cain’s hand, and the smaller man rolled his hips, angling up as he guided Heymans into him. Slowly he was filled with hard flesh and burning deisre and when the taller man’s tight curls teased his balls, Cain mewled and squirmed encouraging the bigger man to move.

Heymans pulled back and thrust deep and Cain gasped , brown eyes flying wide as pleasure enveloped him. His lover knew exactly where to aim and, oh fuck, was it good. The heavier man pulled back and thrust again, deeper and faster, again and again, driving Cain wild as he pounded the dark-haired man’s prostate. The little sergeant arched up to meet each thrust, writhing and panting, eyes locked with his lover’s. Sweat dripped from Heymans chin and splashed on Cain’s chest hot, then cool as it rolled down his ribs.

“Fuck, Cain,” Heymans whined between breaths. “So tight …so fucking hot.”

Cain felt something stir deep inside him. Heymans rarely spoke when they made love, tenderly and slowly in the lieutenant’s bed, his only sounds grunts and ragged breaths, coming thick and abundant, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent scream

“Fuck me lover.” He whispered, clenching around the man inside him. “Fuck me hard.”

Heymans leaned down and covered Cain’s mouth with his own, pushing his tongue between soft lips, sucking and gently biting as he drove into the smaller man. Cain squirmed and bucked, his body begging for more. He was drowning in the heat of his lovers’ kiss, the hot hardness moving inside him, the flushed skin, the jolts of pleasure as his prostate was ravaged. They parted as breathing became labored and Cain licked Heymans’ throat then his clavicle, the strong shoulder, mouthed his bulging bicep.

Suddenly it was upon him. His full balls drew up and his cock throbbed painfully. Keening against hard muscle, shuddering against the strong body covering his, Cain was swallowed up by the fire of orgasm, blinded by white hot, muscles tensing and arching. He came without being touched, white streaking his chest and across his cheek, yowling and thrashing, screaming Heymans’ name, pleading to be filled and owned.

Cain could feel Heymans begin to jerk inside of him, the thick fluid filling him as the older soldier’s balls emptied, his hips jerking forward with each pulse. A growl began deep within the big man’s chest, growing until it became a roar. His name echoed in the car as Heymans’ orgasm vibrated through him, allowing him to enjoy the sensations a second time.

Heymans collapsed on top of him, boneless, warm and sated. Their hearts pounded against each other, slowing as hitched breathing evened and trembling muscles relaxed. Cain wondered briefly how long it would be before anyone came looking for them, sighing as Heymans’ softening organ slid out of him, breaking their bond.. Heymans moved first., raising up to look into his lover’s face, grinning sweetly.

“You’re a mess.”

“Mmm. “ He really didn’t care.

Heymans groped for the t-shirt that they had, in their haste to remove it, thrown into the front seat, then began cleaning the already flaking come off of Cain’s smooth chest. He would have to wear his jacket without it. The taller man bent to kiss him, soft lips brushing his lightly before Heymans moved to sit.

They dressed in silence , Cain smiling at Heymans’ frown as he struggled with the silly skirt and helping him fasten it, then skating deft fingers up sweaty skin to cup the man’s chin. Heymans nuzzled Cain’s hand, almost purring, and the smaller man whispered.

“I love you, you know.”

Heymans blushed in the incredulous way he always did when Cain spoke those words. “I love you too.”

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Cain winced as he sat, thinking that there would be much soaking and massaging of sore muscles tonight, reveling in the tenderness of his most intimate regions. He was sure this was what the alchemists meant by equivalent exchange. The most superb pleasure could only be had by suffering the basest of pain. Love made one willing to suffer for their partner’s pleasure, and judging from the way Heymans stooped as he walked, his lover had suffered for his. He felt his face color and his cock twitched as he considered the backrub he would give the lieutenant later. Cain would make it up to him completely.

Blue eyes met brown and an eyebrow arched, then a tiny smile formed on Heymans’ lips. Oh yes, he would get equivalent exchange.

Jean Havoc came in, looking as frantic as the man could with that cigarette hanging from his lip. “Where have you two been? Mustang’s been looking for you.”

“Uhm …We,” Heymans struggled for an answer. Havoc knew about their relationship, but telling the man who drove the General’s car that they’d spent the last hour fucking in the back seat of said vehicle was probably not wise. Not to mention the ribbing he’d have to take from the sniper.

“I asked Lieutenant Breda to help me check the wiring in the General’s car. We’re going to add a field telephone.” Cain winked at Heymans, who breathed a sigh of relief. It was not entirely untrue.

“Oh? Really? Wow, what will they think of next?” Havoc grinned, scratching his neck. “Mustang will love that. He’ll be able to feel even more superior.”

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At two A.M Jean Havoc sat bolt upright from a dead sleep. “Holy shit! I’m gonna kill ‘em.”

As always comments are welcomed and encouraged (because I’m a comment whore).

Also posted to fma_yaoi and fullservicefma

Breda x Fury Sunday drabble from Chrstphrl

Sun, 05 Feb 2006 17:10:00 GMT

Less than 100 words of fluffiness.

Title: Winning
Pairing: Breda x Fury
Rating: PG
Warnings: Boys kissing.
Spoilers: None

It suddenly occurred to Breda that what he’d been missing all along was standing behind his friend, brown eyes smiling from behind large glasses. Cain blushed and looked away, too late to stop Heymans from making the move that saved him and damned his king.

“Check-mate.” Havoc announced gleefully, throwing his arms up in victory, a rare thing indeed. But neither of his comrades heard him, locked as they were in each other’s arms.

The blonde man grinned to himself. “About damned time.”

Fury x Breda from Chrstphrl

Mon, 30 Jan 2006 16:32:05 GMT

Since Fury and Breda begged for more attention. Here we go.

Title: For You sequel to Secret

Pairing: Fury x Breda
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, language,
Spoilers: Around mid series.
Beta’d by mistr3ssquickly

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9:45. Damn. Lieutenant Breda took a quick look around the office and breathed a sigh of relief. Riza Hawkeye and that evil dog were nowhere to be seen. Through the doors to Mustang’s office, he could see the Colonel inspecting the window overlooking the parade grounds. Falman was concentrating on his duty rosters and Havoc was slouched in his chair reading the morning paper, unlit cigarette dangling dangerously from his lips. Cain had arrived a few minutes ahead of him as planned, though he wasn’t quite sure why they kept up the charade. Wishing he was invisible, the stout man slunk towards his chair.

“Hmmm. … It seems Sergeant Fury was late today too,” Havoc mused, just loud enough for Heymans to hear. He shot the blonde a threatening look. Jean winked a devilish blue eye. “Late night? Why didn’t you invite me? I know a couple of girls who would eat you two up.”

Heymans looked at Cain. The young man had his nose buried in a stack of folders, trying to look unconcerned. The crimson tinge of his skin told the older man that he was not as occupied as he appeared.

Breda grinned lazily. “If I wanted to keep a date for more than five minutes I sure wouldn’t take you along.”

“Geez, that’s low.” The sniper’s shoulders drooped in mock defeat. “I’ll have you know that Ginger … no Greta …ahh … no Giselle … It’s one of those “G” names … Said she’d love to go out with me again. “

“Amazing. “ Cain sighed.

“You too, Fury?” Havoc’s cigarette dropped to the floor and Heymans doubled over laughing. “Shit, a guy has a little dry spell and look at how his friends abuse him.”

Blushing furiously, Cain touched the folder he‘d been studying. “I mean this schematic for the new intercom system. It’s incredible.”

The blonde man opened his mouth to speak, then stopped and leaned forward, doing his best impression of actually working. The sharp step and the panting of that infernal dog told Breda that a certain no-nonsense blonde woman had entered the room.

“Good morning, Lieutenant Breda …Sergeant Fury …Nice of you to join us. The Colonel wishes to see you.”

Cain’s brown eyes grew wide and he went pale. He looked stricken and Heymans wanted to take the little sergeant’s hand and tell him it would be okay. The Colonel certainly couldn’t do anything to them when he was as guilty as they and his subordinate was also underage. Taking a deep breath, the older man rose and followed Hawkeye with Fury close at his heels. The woman stopped at the door and waved them in. The click of the shutting doors made Cain jump and his lover whispered in his most soothing tone, “S’okay.”

Mustang looked up from the file he was pondering and Heymans wondered if he was really reading it or just using it as a way to keep them unsettled. Dark eyes narrowed and the Colonel leaned back in his chair.

“I’m glad to see you gentlemen finally decided to show up.”

“I’m really sorry , sir. I …we really are … There was …It was …” Cain’s voice trembled and Roy raised an eyebrow.

“You realize that you make it hard on all of us, when you forget the rules? People ask … unfortunate …questions when soldiers step out of line.” Heymans hoped that his little lover understood the Colonel’s meaning. Roy Mustang was a brilliant man. He could say exactly the right things and no one would think twice.

Heymans stepped forward a bit and saluted. “It was my fault , sir. I asked the Sergeant to help me move a desk this morning and we were delayed because we helped an old woman change a flat tire.”

Colonel Mustang was silent and Breda felt his stomach twist. He didn’t like to lie, He was sure the man knew the reason for their tardiness, but his excuse had to be convincing. Just in case someone was listening. Cain stared at him slack-jawed. Finally their superior officer stood. Clasping gloved hands behind his back, he meandered toward the window.

“Hmmm …Honorable… and it won’t happen again?.”

“No, sir,” Both men barked a little too quickly.

“Then get out of my office and do whatever it is you should be doing.” They turned to leave. “And Lieutenant?”

“Sir?”

Mustang’s smirk was unnerving. “I hope your quick thinking saves my ass someday.”

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Heymans tried to keep his mind on the pile of forms that Falman had placed on his desk. Each one had to be filled out in triplicate and given to Lieutenant Hawkeye. She would then add them to the stack of files that the Colonel never seemed to finish signing. He could not focus. His eyes were constantly drawn to the man across from him and his pants were growing much too tight as he envisioned that taut little body spread on his bed begging to fucked hard and deep. The man he loved met his gaze and gave him a gentle smile as his face colored. How could he manage to look so naïve? It drove Breda wild with desire.

As he was imagining his lover sprawled naked, glistening with sweat, a flash of red and gold and the clanking of a large suit of armor broke his reverie. Edward grunted a hello and stomped into Colonel Mustang’s office, slamming the door a little more loudly than usual. Falman reached up to keep the clock from flying off the wall without looking up from his clipboard. Riza Hawkeye raised on eyebrow and pursed her lips. This was going to be good. He looked at Havoc who mouthed the words “lover’s quarrel” and rolled his eyes. The younger Elric let out an exasperated sigh and entered the office, shutting the door quietly behind him.

“Brootherr, let go of the Colonel,” Alphonse’s tinny voice pleaded from behind the doors. There was a thump followed by scrambling, then muffled expletives and threats. Lieutenant Hawkeye placed her pistol neatly on her desk.

“Alphonse, would you be so kind as to wait outside.” Mustang’s voice was its usual calculated calm.

“But …” The boy was interrupted by his older brother.

“Al, just go talk to Sergeant Fury about that thing you‘re carrying. Please. I promise not to kill him.”

The office door opened and Alphonse backed out. It was amazing that the boy could look embarrassed, being a suit of armor and all. Breda watched him intently. Even though he liked Al, the kid made him nervous and he wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was the way he seemed to know what was on your mind all the time. Heymans had never seen anyone as good at reading people as the younger Elric. Al was loved by everyone who met him because in addition to being gentle and polite he was always willing to help with whatever task they were doing. Steel feet moved with surprising grace as the hulking child made his way to Cain’s desk, leaning down to speak to the dark-haired man.

He should have known. The conspiratorial whispers and the sweet look his lover gave him should have warned him, but by the time he realized , it was too late. Leave it to Jean Havoc to unwittingly block his escape. The man was dozing behind his paper, long legs stretched across the only way out. Heymans was doomed. He didn’t have a chance and when the Fullmetal Alchemist’s little brother loomed over him, Breda was sure that the fear showed in his face.

“Lieutenant Breda? “ The boy asked softly. “Sergeant Fury says you have an apartment now.”

“What if I do?” He scowled at Cain, knowing full well what was coming. Between them, Alphonse and Fury had adopted out seventeen kittens, two sparrows, five dogs, three hamsters, and a goat. Everyone in Central Headquarters had been asked, at some time or other, to play foster parent to a hapless animal and most did. It was just too damned hard to say no to either of them.

“Wouldn’t it be nice to have something cute and cuddly to come home to every day?”

He fought the urge to say that he did and he was perfectly happy cuddling with Cain after dinner. “ Do I have a choice?”

The tiny ball of black and white fluff mewled pitifully in Al’s large hands and the hopeful look on Cain’s face was more than enough. Heymans knew he was defeated. He’d lost not only the battle, but the war as well, and without so much as a whimper of defiance.

“Aww, Al …wouldn’t someone else be better? … I don’t even know how to take care of one of those things,” he whined.

Alphonse was neither moved nor convinced and when the kitten jumped onto Heymans’ desk , strolled over and lay directly in front of him, purring loudly, the boy declared, “See, he likes you already. And Sergeant Fury says he‘ll teach you.”

Breda glanced at the little sergeant thinking of ways for the technician to make up for this. He was not a pet sort of guy. Little furry things made him uneasy and he had a hard enough time taking care of himself. Once he’d had a fish and the poor thing died because he couldn’t remember to feed it.

“S’okay if you don’t want him.” Steel shoulders slumped and the soft voice quivered. “I’m sure someone else will take the poor little guy.”

He knew he was being had, that the boy was using his best ammunition, but the lieutenant couldn’t stop the words from leaving his lips.

“Fine. I’ll keep him.” He was resigned, but somehow it was worth it. His lover had the sweetest look on his face.

Armor couldn’t smile but somehow it seemed that Alphonse did. “ Thank you, lieutenant. I’m sure you’ll be very happy … he’s so cute…. Do you want to keep him with you or should Brother and I bring him to your flat after you leave here?”

“I can’t keep him here. … Uh… Black Hayate …”

“Oh , right … good thinking … We’ll bring him over . “ Breda gave him the address and Al scooped up the sleeping kitten just as Colonel Mustang’s door slammed again signaling that the blonde tempest was leaving. “Goodbye, Lieutenant. See you later.”

“Sooo,” Havoc leaned his direction, a huge grin spreading on his face.. “Got a little kitty being delivered to your door … how precious.”

“Fuck you.” Heymans whispered.

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Lieutenant Breda opened the door to his flat, smiling when he saw boots and a blue jacket much too small for him folded neatly on stool by the door. Giving the man he loved a key to his place was one of his best ideas and the real reason for paying for a flat anyway. It meant freedom from prying eyes and dormitory gossip and there was a domesticity about it that both scared and thrilled him. The small man usually didn’t arrive ahead of him, but today Fury had been so excited about the addition to his (their?) household that he’d left early to pick up the necessities of feline parenthood, and cook dinner judging by the smell of the place. No take out tonight.

“Hi honey, I’m home.” He chuckled at the phrase, though it did feel nice to say.

Cain came from the kitchen wiping his hands on a towel tucked into his waistband and Heymans was struck by how sexy the man was in his white button down and blue military issue trousers. “Hey, lover.“

The smaller man’s lips met his and slim fingers worked the buttons on his jacket. When Cain’s tongue flitted across Heymans’ lips they parted instinctively, allowing his lover’s tongue to dance in his mouth. The dark-haired man’s kisses always took his breath, making him warm and tingly, and when warm hands slid into his t-shirt Heymans arched into the touch, growling softly. Slim hips ground against his and Cain’s sizable erection rubbing against his sent fingers of heat curling in his gut.

Heymans fumbled with the buttons on Cain’s pants as the soldier mouthed the bigger man’s throat. He hissed when teeth gently grazed his clavicle and talented fingers teased his nipples, pinching and tugging just right, before ghosting lazily down his torso. The little sergeant opened Heymans’ pants and slipped his hand into the man’s boxers, grinning when he realized that the lieutenant was wearing the blue silk shorts he’d ordered for him.

The older man looked a little embarrassed, “What?”

Cain stepped back and Heymans whimpered at the loss of touch. The smaller man folded his arms across his chest and put on his most official tone, imitating the Colonel‘s smirk. “ Strip , Lieutenant. I want to see these non-issue shorts you’re wearing.”

Heymans did as he was told. He’d never felt so openly desired and seeing those dark eyes devour his body always made him more than a little self conscious and extremely hard. His cock definetly enjoyed the attention. Fidgeting nervously, the older man stood at attention, boxers tented by his hard on, as a dark spot spread in the soft fabric. Cain put his hands behind his back and walked around him, checking from every angle.

“Soldier, “ the younger man rocked on the balls of his feet.. “You are fucking hot.”

Cain reserved such language for him alone. The man even blushed if he heard someone in the office say those kind of words. Heymans’ stomach fluttered and he stammered. “Th … Thanks … I wore them for you.”

The slender body was suddenly pressed against him and Cain’s hands were in his shorts again, one squeezing his balls lightly and the other pushing his foreskin back, causing him to shudder when the sensitive head was exposed to delicate touches. Cain kissed him harder, more needy this time. The smaller man growled into Heymans’ mouth as big hands slid over his firm chest, opening his shirt and grabbing the hem of his white t-shirt, tugging it up under his arms, before roaming over heated skin. Heymans traced each rib , every muscle, always amazed by the muscular form hidden under the man’s uniform. His fingers skated down to sharp hips then back, cupping Cain’s beautiful ass. They parted for air and Cain gasped between hitched breaths, ”Heymans, … love you …want you … want inside … you.”

“Right here? …Sh-shouldn’t we go to the bedroom?” Heymans whimpered as nimble fingers moved on his erection, tugging gently, sliding hot skin over hard tissue, thumb smearing precum around the swollen head. Cain purred and arched back, pushing his ass into Heymans’ palms.

“Don’t want to wait … Need you.“ The dark haired soldier squirmed as Heymans kneaded the taut muscles of his backside. Pushing blue trousers and boxers over narrow hips, the taller man began to lick Cain’s throat drawing little noises of want from the man. Kicking the garments off , Cain released his drooling erection , then pushed Heymans to the floor, positioning himself between muscular thighs, trapping their cocks against his hard belly. His tongue burned a line of fire up the center of Heymans’ chest, following the line of his throat to his ear. The smaller man bit his earlobe almost gently and Heymans shuddered, mewling and whining.

Soft lips soothed the bite and Cain whispered. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yesss, please.” Heymans implored, his voice a shaky whisper.

“Tell me you want me.” The sinewy body moving, rubbing , smearing mingled precum made Heymans dizzy. He would be like this for Cain only; would beg and plead, would allow himself to be taken. Wanted to. Needed to. If only to see the love burning in dark eyes.

Rocking his hips Heymans gasped. “Fuck me … please…. Take me …”

Cain smiled and pushed himself up, looking down into Heymans’ eyes as he reached for the little bottle that had tumbled from his pocket, flipping the top and wetting those long fingers. The lieutenant lifted his legs, hands behind his knees, and Cain feathered kisses on his chest as a slippery digit teased his entrance. Heymans moaned as his lover’s tongue circled his nipple, torturously slow, before blunt teeth nipped the swollen nub, distracting from the sting of penetration. Cain’s fingers slid into him and Heymans pushed against them, writhing as he was opened and stretched, eyes flying wide when his prostate was massaged.

“Baby, I’m ready … please,” the bigger man begged. His body, his soul was no longer his. Both belonged to the handsome man who grinned down at him

“Tell me.” Cain growled as he slicked his thick cock, trembling in the way that told his lover his restraint was wavering. Leaning in, he pressed the broad head gently into Heymans’ quivering body causing the red-haired man to hiss and arch .

“Fuck me….shove your dick into me … fuck me,” Heymans pleaded, voice growing louder, more desperate.

Cain pushed into Heymans smoothly, pausing when he was sheathed fully inside him. The heavier man gasped and bucked against his lover, forcing him deep. Coarse hair tickled his balls adding another sensation to his overloaded mind and when Cain pulled out and slid back in, Heymans cried out.

The younger man began to thrust, growling into Heymans’ chest. “Fuck yeah … so fucking tight …So hot.”

He met each thrust, arching up, incoherent words tumbling from his mouth. Everything centered on Cain’s cock pulsing inside him, filling him, on the strong hands gripping his thighs, the sensuous mouth tasting his flesh. Cain knew the exact angle and pounded his prostate perfectly, driving him insane with pleasure. The sharp slap of skin against skin, the grunts emanating from deep within Cain’s chest, and his own voice entreating the man he loved to take him, to fuck him, to own him, sang to Heymans ears. His lover began to move faster, plunging deeper, harder, and the taller man moved with him drawing shallow breaths and rocking his hips. Cain’s body began to quake and Heymans clenched around him, sock feet pawing the little sergeant’s ass.

“Heymans … fuck … oh fuck … I .. I’m.” He was coming hard, screaming Heymans’ name, filling him, thrusting deep, making the older man his. Cain’s slim fingers closed around Heymans’ aching erection, stroking hard and fast, palm twisting around the tender head, driving him to the edge.

Heymans’ body tensed and then everything was white hot as he exploded, thick and abundant onto his own chest, howling the smaller man’s name over and over until he was spent. Cain collapsed on top of him and they lay that way for a time. Two heartbeats slowed together and two pair of lungs relaxed into soft breathing as they nuzzled each other, oblivious to the hard floor, the come and sweat cooling on flushed skin.

“I love you, Cain.” Heymans panted.

“Love you too.” Cain kissed him tenderly.

They lay in silence a moment more and Heymans’ stomach growled.

“Did you have something cooking?” He asked. It was probably burned by now. It was a shame, but worth it.

“I put in a roast … should be done soon.” The sergeant smiled languidly. “We’d better clean up … Ed and Al will be here soon.”

Heymans had forgotten about the kitten and the Elrics. Untangling from the comfort of Cain’s body, Heymans rose on wobbly legs. They padded naked to the bathroom and cleaned themselves up. He admired his lover’s form. Cain was not tall, but perfectly proportioned, muscular and smooth except for his belly. The dark trail started just below the shorter man’s navel and spread at the base of his sex, something that Heymans found incredibly sexy. He reached for the young sergeant, wanting to feel him close again.

Cain giggled and ducked away. “ We need to get dressed.”

Heymans pulled on his t-shirt, sighing as Cain tucked his shirt in. Warm and sated, the older soldier wanted nothing more than to curl up on the sofa with the man he loved, but it was not to be. The buzzer on the stove went off just as the knock signaled that the Elric brothers had arrived. Hearing his lover open the oven, Heymans opened the front door.

“Lieutenant.“ Ed had his hands in his pockets and Al was snuggling the kitten. The short blonde sauntered in and Al followed reprimanding his brother for not waiting until he was invited.

“It’s okay, Alphonse, you’re always welcome. Sit down.”

Ed sniffed. “Wow, something smells good. “

“Brother.” Al warned and Heymans chuckled. It was hard not to enjoy the brothers’ relationship.

Edward regarded Heymans and smirked. “Sooo, how are things? “

“Are you alright, Lieutenant? You look flushed.” The suit of armor asked, concerned.

“I … I’m fine.”

Cain looked in from the kitchen. “Hello Alphonse… Hi, Ed.”

Ed’s smirk grew into that damned grin. Al sat on the floor letting the kitten explore the space between his legs and Edward whispered to the older man. ”Sporting the fresh fucked look there, Lieutenant. “

Heymans tried not to beam proudly at the boy’s observation, he really did. But it was just too damned hard, really.

Comments are welcomed and appreciated.

Also posted to fma_yaoi and fullservicefma

Fury x Breda from Chrstphrl

Sat, 28 Jan 2006 15:21:27 GMT

Just a little drabbly thing. Dedicated to mistr3ssquickly because she rocks.

Title: Perfect
Pairing: Breda x Fury
Rating: PG can you believe it?
Warnings: Waffiness, allusion to sex, romance, fluff
Spoilers: End of series.

Cain closed the door quietly, smiling when he heard the soft snoring coming from the direction of the sofa. Heymans would never go to bed without him, no matter how late the training sessions lasted. Sitting to unlace his boots, he thought about how far they’d come, feeling a surge of emotion when the gold band on his finger reflected the light from the hall. His lover had been so certain he’d say no, as if the many nights that began with flushed skin and breathless kisses and ended with pounding hearts and trembling limbs were no indication of how much love had grown between them, that he’d only paid a little down on it before asking. The bigger man still seemed amazed at his luck after all this time.

Heymans’ boots were dropped haphazardly on the floor and his jacket lay where it always landed when he missed the hook. Sighing, Cain picked it up and shook it out, smelling his lover in the blue wool. Brown eyes slid closed as he remembered that smell from their first kiss on the bench, shaded by a sprawling oak, near their flat. The older man would never admit that proximity to their bench had been the deciding factor in choosing this place as home, but Cain knew his husband’s heart well enough to know the truth. He hung the coat on it’s hook and put his lover’s boots next to his own.

Unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling up his sleeves, Cain padded into the living room. Heymans lay stretched out on the sofa, left arm dangling off the side and his right folded over his face, the book he had been reading open on his chest. The black and white furball that Alphonse Elric had given them a long time ago was curled up against the man‘s side.. Heymans had never actually named the animal so it was stuck with Cat. Cain watched for a moment feeling the warm mixture of love and desire flood his soul, before gently picking up the book, grinning when he saw that it was a series of Xingian Sonnets. Heymans had been so angry when Jean Havoc discovered it in his desk, reading aloud, hand over his heart in mock adulation, strutting around the office. Havoc’s black eye still served as a reminder to the guys at the office not to tease about his lover’s taste in literature.

Few people knew the softer side of Heymans Breda-Fury, the man who would die for Roy Mustang , the man who cried inconsolably when the search for the Fullmetal Alchemist had been called off and cried even harder when Edward Elric returned battered and broken, but still alive to save the shattered General. Cain had been there, rocking the man gently, soothing with soft touches and tender words. Heymans hid behind a gruff façade, fearing that people would mistake his gentleness for weakness, that his intelligence would draw him into things beyond his ability to cope, not knowing that he was far stronger than most. He was both honored and amazed that this wonderful, special, beautiful man had chosen to accept his love and to love him unconditionally in return. They weren’t alchemists but it seemed that equivalent exchange worked for them as well.

Kneeling beside his sleeping husband, Cain lay his head on Heymans’ chest feeling the soft thud of the man’s big heart, the gentle breathing. When thick fingers combed through his hair, the smaller man sighed long and deep. Blue eyes opened and Heymans smiled sleepily.

“You’re home.” The bigger man yawned. He was so handsome.

Cain nuzzled him tenderly. “Yeah.”

“S’everything okay?” Heymans gently massaged Cain’s scalp and the dark-haired man mewled softly, shifting into the touch, basking in the attention of the man he loved.

“Yeah …Everything’s perfect.”

“Perfect, hmm?”

“Perfect.”

Also posted to fma_yaoi and fullservicefma

Comments are welcomed as always.

Breda / Fury for Mistressquickly

Fri, 13 Jan 2006 00:51:20 GMT

This one is for mistr3ssquickly who asked for some Breda/Fury. I hope you like it, dear. The title sucks but I just can’t come up with a good one.
Edit Well, I wasn't happy with the ending so I went back to my original plan.

Pairing: Breda x Fury
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None I can think of
Warnings: Sex, Fluff, PWP

His lover wriggled in a little closer and Heymans smiled, tightening his grip on the smaller man. Cain made a little noise of pleasure, squirming gently in his sleep as strong fingers teased the line of dark hair that trailed from his navel. Hard muscle tensed under warm skin and Heymans nuzzled the younger man’s shoulder, relishing the feel of the compact body pressed against him. How amazing that this beautiful, smart, sexy creature would want to be naked with him, to wake up with him.

It was a rare treat to wake next to the man he loved. The rules about fraternization were clear and although they tried to be discreet, it became harder each day to keep their secret. He wanted to shout from his window, to tell all of Central, hell all of Armestris, that Cain Fury had chosen him. He was the underdog, the also ran and he had something inside him that made the little sergeant’s eyes burn with lust and love.

The Colonel knew, and so far had kept it to himself, at least as far as he was aware, though Lieutenant Colonel Hughes had given him the most satisfied smile the other day. The man was uncanny sometimes. Havoc had nudged him and made a crude remark about masturbating on the sofa when he’d signed the lease on his flat but didn’t ask why his friend was suddenly interested in having his own space.

He looked at the clock and sighed. The alarm would go off soon and they would dress and go to work, pretending that they weren’t fucking like rabbits every night, groping in the restroom and kissing in the stairwell. He felt like a teenager (though a much better version of the socially inept, unconfident kid he’d been) with his first crush and he was happier than the Colonel certainly seemed to be with the Fullmetal Alchemist on his dick like a hungry puppy. That kid must be hellfire in bed.

He grinned at that image and crawled out of bed, wincing as last night’s activities came back to haunt him. It never ceased to amaze him that his little lover, who was the sweetest, gentlest and kindest man he’d ever known, turned into a wild thing when they made love, growling and nipping his flesh and demanding to hear the bigger man’s voice as he thrust deep. His cock began to swell at the thought.

“Shit,” he muttered as he stood in front of the toilet trying to will his hard on away so he could relieve himself.

The alarm went off as Heymans finished and he heard Cain smack the clock off the night table. The technician was so alert and fidgety that the older man had been shocked to discover the young soldier was a bastard to get up in the morning. Usually, he would first tear the blankets away from the little monster that replaced his lover at 5:00 A.M., then he would drag him bodily to the shower and bathe them both while Cain sputtered and groaned about how the light hurt his eyes. By the time big hands were toweling off the slender body the dark-haired man would be fully awake and purring under the touch. Breda loved it as much as he loved the smaller man.

Steeling himself for what amounted to his morning workout, Heymans padded into the bedroom to find a naked bleary eyed man sitting on the edge of his bed.

“Morning.”

“Morning handsome.” The smaller man hooked slim fingers in the waistband of Breda’s underwear and tugged him close, brushing soft lips across his stomach. The lieutenant blushed as he always did when Cain flattered him. It was scary and good to be told that he was attractive and loved.

As he combed his fingers through soft black hair, the older man asked, “What’s got you so awake already?”

Cain yawned and nuzzled him. “Dunno, maybe having such a hot man to wake up to?”

Dark eyes gazed up at him in adoration, and his lover smirked playfully while a warm hand rubbed up Heymans’ thigh and into his shorts. His cock jerked to attention as talented fingers teased and caressed him, squeezing and tugging. Warm lips fluttered on his skin making him gasp and squirm, turning his insides to molten lava and he bit his lip to stifle a moan; a habit from the days of predawn fucking in a dorm room.

“I love you, Heymans Breda,” his sergeant breathed while working his painfully hard sex through the slit of his boxers.

Heymans swallowed hard as he watched his lover’s hand stroking him, sliding the foreskin deftly over the darkened head, squeezing just enough. The pleasure was excruciating and when Cain leaned forward and swiped his tongue across sensitive skin the big man whined. Gripping the throbbing erection by the root, Cain kissed the tip, dipping his tongue into the slit before engulfing his lover completely, sliding those soft lips down the heated shaft until his nose was buried in reddish curls.

“I … I … holy fuck,” the older man stammered. He knew that this man was not a virgin when they started sleeping together, but where the hell did he learn to do that with his tongue?

The lieutenant’s hips rocked forward involuntarily and he hissed softly as Cain bobbed his head, twisting slightly as he slid up to the head, tongue swirling around the crown, and back to the base. The younger man moved up and down humming around him and gently rolling his balls between nimble fingers. The taller man moaned in the back of his throat, drowning in the delicious heat. Placing one hand behind Fury’s head, Heymans groaned and thrust into his lover’s hot mouth, his rhythm guided by the hand on his ass. The entire world centered on the sensations enveloping him; Cain’s wonderful mouth, his beautiful hands.

“Fuck, Cain … so good … fuck.” Breda whimpered, unable to form a coherent thought. He was getting close. The wave flooded over him dragging him over the edge. Suddenly his muscles tensed and the world tilted as his vision blurred and he was coming hard, gasping for breath and crying out the little sergeant’s name as Cain sucked and swallowed trying to get every drop of his orgasm. Drawing his lips tight, the smaller man pulled off of Heymans’ flagging erection, sucking him clean. He gave the head a gentle lick sending shivers down the trembling soldier‘s spine.

“Mmmm … you taste good.”

Heymans responded by pushing his lover back onto the bed and capturing warm lips in a hard kiss, tasting himself as he pushed his tongue into the velvety mouth. He wrapped his hand around Cain’s thick cock, pumping hard and fast as the technician writhed and thrashed. The dark-haired man growled into the kiss, suckling his tongue and nipping his lower lip as he arched up into the larger man’s hand. The lean body shuddered and Cain threw his head back, gasping Heymans’ name as come spurted from his jerking erection, striping pale skin and covering thick fingers.

They lay together, breathless and sweaty, the heavier man cradling his lover against his chest until heartbeats slowed and breathing evened, the come cooling on his skin evidence of the love they shared. As sleep overtook him, Heymans Breda smiled, wondering what the others would say about the man he saw in Cain Fury. They knew him as a sweet, innocent young man who loved animals and was a gifted technician, completely unaware of the passion that lay underneath the gentle exterior.

When the slender form in his arms squirmed against him, he kissed dark hair. “I love you too, Cain Fury.”

Comments are welcomed and encouraged because I'm a comment whore.

Also posted to fma_yaoi

Fury Icons!!

Mon, 21 Nov 2005 20:01:41 GMT

Yaaay!! I completed my iconfiend100 challenge. I took Fury, of coure and it took me months to come up with all of the icons but darnit, I managed! Behold the riches.

100 Fury icons

X-posted on fm_alchemist

Squicky fic, beware

Sat, 19 Nov 2005 02:27:13 GMT

Title: Prize of freedom

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: noncon, angst, AU

Disclaimer: Arakawa & me. We're a damn fine team. XD

Note: Written for the 30_lemons

TEH fake cut

Crossposted: havocxfury, fma_yaoi

Yaoi-Friendly RP looking for members!

Thu, 27 Oct 2005 21:16:50 GMT

I'm a member of the roleplaying community fma_trp and we're looking for more members! Free to join as are:
Heymans Breda
Jean Havoc
Scar
and many, many more!

I'd love a Breda or a Havoc for my Kain to hook up with. ;D Also, a neat thing about this RPG is that they're all in high school and they all have a "stereotype" that they have to fill. My Kain, other than being a nerd of course, is a flaming homosexual. XD

So... yeah, if you guys wanna join, sign up!

And if this post isn't okay, please remove it, mods. But I didn't see anything against it in the rules. </b></a>

Remembrance

Thu, 13 Oct 2005 01:44:39 GMT

Title: Remembrance
Author: chosha_sama
Pairing: One-sided Fury/Roy
Rating G/PG
Summary Always somewhere in the middle. Neither good nor bad enough to be of any interest to anyone.
Notes: Another quick drabble/ficlet off my random pairings list. ~~Still debating whether to continue this one, or leave it as a one-shot.~~ OK, this will be a WIP. ^_^ Spoilers for end of series.

( Remembrance )

Crossposted to fma_yaoi & fm_alchemist

Mon, 10 Oct 2005 14:35:36 GMT

Title: Covet
Author: forgottenlover
Pairing: Envy/Fury
Theme: 26. if only I could make you mine
Notes: I think this one might end up with multiple parts with other themes as the other parts. Don’t hold me to that though.

( This was trapped on my harddrive )

Military Calendar! XDD

Sat, 01 Oct 2005 01:37:32 GMT

After I finished coloring this pic, I felt the burning urge to do something slightly lewd and silly - so I turned it into a calendar page! XD Woooow, Fury is so CUTE as Mr. March...! XD XD XD

Fake cut for the sample

Don't worry, it's still worksafe.

X-posted on fm_alchemist

Khm...

Wed, 21 Sep 2005 16:18:56 GMT

Even though I discourage community advertising, I'll close my eyes and play the GodMod for once...

There's a pretty interesting RP going on at fma_dls. What's DLS, you ask? Well, it's no other than "dirty little secret". Yepp, that's right. Moreover, the comm is totally mature friendly! You only have to post once a week, it's in third person past tense flowtext, so the way you write fics.

As the player of Fury (sorry... ^^;), I'd like it much if the other members of the military would come and lend us company... or anybody else, for that matter! Currently taken characters: Roy, Havoc, Fury, Riza. Greed, Envy, Wrath, Lust. Barry, Kimbley, Ed, Al.

I'd die to see a porn photographer Hughes, a cleptomaniac Farman or a virgin Breda. XDDD

The game takes place before ep 25 and the canon is slightly altered. (for example, Major Kimbley just walked into Roy's office to bring him some more paperwork.)

Seriously guys, come and chek this out, it's going to be fun if there will be more chars! (I, personally would be very pleased if one or two of the officers tried to hit on Fury. ^^; )

Something wicked

Thu, 15 Sep 2005 14:50:05 GMT

September the 14th was my 25th birthday and what did I get...? A brand new little muse. In those 24 hours, I made up all the info, drew, inked and cg-ed a seven-page doujinshi about him and did his charpage. oO I cannot tell if the concept is original or not because I think it was kind of obvious that sooner or later somebody will create him... I'm glad this person was me. XD So may I present: the wicked little twin brother of Cain Fury: Abel.

Here are the links to the doujin; the pages are about 700x1000, so I didn't dare to put up the actual images.

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But you can have some eye candy right here:

Character info:

Real name: Abel Fury

Alias: Array boy (in prison)

Gender: Male

Alignment: Neutral Evil (Chaotic if the situation involves anybody hurting Cain)

Age: 23

Appearing Age: in his 20s

Birthday: 1893 September 10. (Yes, he's a Virgo too... OO;; )

Eye color: black

Hair Color: black

Skin: pale / yellowish beige

Height: 165 cm

Build: slender, small, nicely proportioned

Story: Abel always loved his brother. They were really good siblings. Cain had the affinity to mechanics while Abel proved to be talented in alchemy.

They were eighteen (shortly before Cain enlisted), when Cain was rudely refused by a girl. Abel couldn’t cope with seeing his beloved brother heartbroken and he murdered the girl as revenge. He got arrested and was sentenced for eight years.

In the prison, he got acquainted with a few criminals. Abel began to teach one of them (to reading and writing); this man is a reliable contact.

After five years, Abel was released for good behavior. He even got a small amount of money (for the work he did in prison), whwich he used to go to Central after he received word that his brother is there.

Abel has a part-time job; he works hard for the money to cover the rent and the academy expenses. His diligence and talent will ensure him a scholarship in the future.

Despite his current attitude, Abel is still a slightly insane, mentally instable person.

Appearance to others: Abel appears to be calm and friendly, however, sometimes his smile gains an evil edge. He likes to teach (and lecture) people. He bargains hard; he always demands something in exchange of his help.

Voice: basically the same as Cain’s but a little deeper

Left- or Right-handed?: Right

Profession: He’s a student on the State Academy; after classes, he helps out in a flower shop. At weekends, he works there all day.

Weapon of Choice: alchemy and his pendant. The array etched into the back of it enables Abel to transmute it into a small knife.

Likes: his brother with a frightening passion; dangerous plants; rings; alchemy; being rewarded

Dislikes: seeing Cain hurt; obeying commands; incompetence; waiting

Friends and Family: His father is dead, his mother is still alive but she lives near East City. Cain is his younger brother

Identifying Marks: a small black rose tattooed on his left shoulder (souvenir from the prison)

Clothing Preferences: comfortable and simple. Violet, grey, red, black

Standard clothing: turtleneck, properly ironed trousers and a long coat

Special Abilities: Abel’s a talented alchemist

Element: Darkness /Poison

Songs Character Resonates To: Umm… it’s a Hungarian song; the title is something like “Love for all that”… maybe.

Questions? Comments? XD