Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Soulless Warmth ❯ The Created Man ( Chapter 1 )

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SOULLESS WARMTH

A Full Metal Alchemist Fan Fiction by Setzuka


Note: This is an AU FMA yaoi fan fiction, with the main pairing being Greed/Kimbley. Other yaoi pairings may appear. The rating of this story will mainly be NC-17. Since this is an AU fic, some characters will be OOC compared to canon. If any of this bothers you, please don’t read this.


CHAPTER ONE: THE CREATED MAN

Amid the furtive glances given out by his fellow soldiers, Colonel Zolof J. Kimbley walked down the hallway toward his new office at Central, his long blue uniform coat trailing behind him. Opening the door, he looked at his new home away from home, if it could be called that. A wooden mahogany desk near a large window with a pile of paperwork for him to tackle. A leather couch with its matching table and chairs. A sparsely filled bookcase, waiting to have whatever he decided added to it. Sighing, Kimbley took a seat behind the desk, leaning back in the comfortable chair.

It had been only a month ago that he was sitting in a much different place. A room with hardly any light given off by the high window with its steel bars. Seated in a chair with his dangerous hands confined by their wooden prison, all for a crime he didn’t commit. In seemingly endless solitude, he’d had an extraordinarily large amount time in which to dwell on the past. Having been one of Basque Gran’s men, he’d been a witness of, and a party to, things that he wouldn’t soon forget. Kimbley had looked the other way many times, not reporting the unorthodox, to say the least, way Gran had of getting what he wanted. The man that Kimbley had been accused of killing, was a rival of his tainted superior officer. Kimbley had soon realized, as he was carted off while his supposed comrades looked on, not even coming to his defense, that he’d been set up to take the fall for that man’s demise. Having been used in more ways than one by Gran, Zolof had been cast off yet again, his usefulness having ended.

Zolof supposed that it had been his own fault. It had always seemed as if he had been born to be a loner since childhood, enduring the scorn of others at a tender young age. It had been no different when he had become an accomplished state alchemist. His stern and often aloof demeanor, borne of one rejected far too many times, was off-putting to many of his comrades. And of course, his taste in companionship didn’t help in the “don’t ask, don’t tell” world that was the Amnestrian military. It wasn’t as though Kimbley was the type to trust easily, or jump at the first man who patted him on the head while giving him a kind word. But Gran was one of the first to know of his power, and not only be unafraid of it, but to also revel in it. It had been a long time since Kimbley had been in any sort of real relationship, or received any kind of appreciation of himself or his talent. In retrospect, he had been an easy target for the manipulative officer.

After several long years, Zolof was finally set free when an investigation into a separate matter involving one of his former comrades, shed light on the circumstances around his former superior’s death. While he was set free, and given a promotion for all the trouble he had went through, as well as for his previous actions as a soldier, that bastard Gran managed to slip by unscathed. Kimbley couldn’t prove his involvement, but knew he had been a party to the events that had transpired. His anger at himself for being so gullible, was the only thing that outweighed his fury at the smug general.

However, the laws of karma refused to be denied. Basque Gran had recently become the latest victim of the scarred Ishbalite, dubbed the alchemist killer. As much as Kimbley had come to hate the man, there was still a small part of him which mourned the fallen general. Because this unknown man had become a major problem, various teams had become involved in the case at the Fuhrer’s request, including Kimbley’s. He wasn’t looking forward to being involved with Mustang and his team. Kimbley and the other man had not gotten along since they’d first met all those years ago in Ishbal. Their personalities had seemed to cause them to clash whenever they were in the same room together. However, Zolof did owe the other colonel’s junior officer and friend, Maes Hughes, a great deal, since it was he who dug up the information that had set him free.

Sighing, the colonel looked over the files of some of the people who had been assigned to work under him. Lieutenant Maria Ross, a pleasant woman with bright, honest brown eyes, who had seemed to be eager to work with him. Denny Bloch, an affable, but sleepy young man, who had looked at him a little too warily when they’d first met. Kimbley supposed that the handsome blonde had heard some whisperings about his prior escapades. And then there was Lieutenant Archer, a man who seemed all too eager to put himself in Kimbley’s good graces. The colonel had heard some rumors going around, told by the soldier’s detractors, about how the man had often risen through the ranks over the backs of others. While Kimbley was well aware that the unkind words of others should be taken with a grain of salt, he planned on keeping an eye on his junior officer.


Having finished his paperwork well after night had fallen, Kimbley had been about to head for his apartment on the base, when the phone rang. Putting his other arm into the sleeve of his overcoat, the colonel strode over to the phone. “Hello,” the man answered. “Good evening, sir,” said a familiar voice, “It’s Archer.” “Aah, lieutenant,” Kimbley responded, “What can I do for you?” The other soldier continued, “It appears that the alchemist killer has made another appearance. He went to the building where the Elric brothers had been under the protection of some members of Mustang’s group. He killed a few soldiers before discovering that the boys weren’t there.” “Where did they disappear to?” the colonel asked. “Apparently, the pair was planning on investigating the 5th laboratory, according to my sources.” ‘His sources, eh,’ Zolof thought to himself. “Gather the others, and I’ll meet you there.” “Of course, sir,” Archer answered before hanging up. Kimbley hurried out to his car. It would be nice to beat Mustang to the punch, and capture the renegade Ishbalite, since he knew the other man must be sending a team of soldiers after his young alchemists. ‘That would wipe that smug grin off of his face,’ Kimbley thought.

Kimbley and his team arrived well before Hughes, with the latter having been delayed by the Fuhrer. Hearing a loud explosion, the team quickly went to seek out the cause. Moving stealthily around to the back of the bulding, they came upon the end of a battle, with the scarred Ishbalite chasing a man in a suit of armor into a gaping hole in the wall of the building. The younger Elric brother was detained by his troops before he could follow. Not wanting to miss his chance, Kimbley entered the aperture, as Lieutenant Ross called out to him to wait for back-up. Gun drawn, Kimbley moved through the dimly lit hallways. He soon became frustrated when he saw no sign of the scarred man or his metal-suited quarry.

The colonel’s attention was soon taken by rays of pinkish light coming from a crack in the adjacent wall, where the stone had been split due to the structural damage from the prior explosion. Curious, Kimbley placed his gun into its holster. Removing his gloves, he placed his tattooed palms onto the wall. Gathering his power, he changed the composition of the wall into sand, watching as the wall dissolved into powder, spilling onto the stone floor. Pink light filtered out freely into the hallway in which Kimbley stood. What he saw in the formerly sealed room astonished him. He was looking at a very complex alchemic array, the likes of which he’d never seen in all of his studies. On the adjacent wall, a skull was fixed in what appeared to be the array’s center. On the floor lay a man, bound with his hands behind his back, lower legs lashed together. Kimbley entered quickly, thinking the unfortunate man to be dead. To his surprise, the man still breathed, despite the fact that there was no ventilation apparent in the stone box, besides the aperture the alchemist had just opened.

Kimbley shook the man’s shoulder. “Hey,” Zoloft said to him, “Are you okay?” The unknown man’s eyelids fluttered before cracking slightly. It seemed to take a great deal of effort for him to do so. His eyes rolled up lazily to catch Kimbley’s gaze. The look in them was all too familiar, the look of a man imprisoned and alone for far too long. “H-help me,” the man said weakly, before his eyes fluttered shut again. Kimbley tried calling out to him while shaking him, but got no response out of his now unconscious form. ‘The array must be binding him somehow. But I’ve never heard of an array used to bind a human before. Unless…’ Kimbley thought, ‘But it’s impossible. That’s just another alchemic myth, like the existence of the Philosopher’s Stone.’

The colonel looked up at the center of the array high on the nearby wall. He approached it, placing his palms on the wall when he reached it. Kimbley was a person who often dove into trouble head first. Somehow, it was part of his curious nature. He shouldn’t be about to destroy a binding circle made from some ancient alchemy not known to its present practitioners. He shouldn’t be about to set free a man who couldn’t possibly be human, sealed in a room devoid of oxygen for who knows how long. But something in those slitted violet eyes made him think of doing it. Or maybe it was his own past tainting his present judgment. Decision made, Kimbley gathered power into his hands, imploding the wall, the room shaking and the skull falling to the floor to split in two.

The pink light flickered to naught, the room now nearly devoid of light. He heard rustling and a groan as the nameless man stirred near him. Suddenly, the room began to shake again as the ceiling began to cave in. The blow Kimbley had dealt the stone cubicle had been too much in addition to the previous explosions. Kimbley had moments to think about how curiosity can be the death of a person, before he was pushed forcefully backwards out of the room into the hallway. A body covered his, as stone shards and dust were blown out into the hallway around him. Somehow, he seemed to be shielded from the brunt of it. As the smoke cleared, the form lifted off of him somewhat. Kimbley found himself looking into violet eyes framed by a handsome face with spiky black hair, somewhat dusty from the explosion. He could have sworn that he saw dull, black skin receding, leaving tanned softness in its place.

“You hurt?” the nameless man asked the colonel. “N-no,” Kimbley answered, distracted by the fact that parts of the man were closer to his corresponding parts than they ought to be. As realization dawned in the other’s eyes, the man in black grinned at Zolof before rising up off of him to his full height. As Kimbley attempted to push himself up, a hand was offered to him, which he accepted. Zolof found himself being pulled swiftly and easily to his feet, having to brace himself with his hands against the other man’s shoulders to keep from smacking into him. His bare hands slid through the soft fur lining of the collar of the man’s black sleeveless coat. Embarrassed, Kimbley pulled away from his savior as the other man chuckled. “Thanks for freeing me,” the nameless man told the colonel after his laughter subsided. “You have no idea how horrible it was to be in there. I’m Greed,” he said as he extended a tattooed hand in greeting.

Kimbley took his hand, shaking it firmly. “I’m Kimbley, and it seems that I need to thank you for helping me out back there as well.” Upon examining the tattoo as he turned the man’s hand over slightly, it appeared to be of the Ouroboros, the winged serpent swallowing its own tail, a sign of the infinite. ‘Isn’t that what the fabled men created by man have on their bodies?’ the colonel thought to himself. Greed smiled as the other man held his hand. It had been far too long since he’d walked freely about. Looking into the handsome alchemist’s golden eyes as he released his hand, the homunculus realized it had been far too long for other things as well. “I’m in debt to you for saving me,” Greed told the other man as he moved closer, placing an arm around his shoulder. “I always pay back my debts.” He looked at the man with an appraising gaze before meeting his eyes again. “There has to be something that I can do to show my gratitude,” Greed said, moving closer, flashing a sharp-toothed grin and placing his other hand splayed on the soldier’s chest, caressing it somewhat.

Kimbley was a little put off by the direct nature of the being’s proposition. He was also mildly excited by it as well. Not wanting to test his luck with the unknown being, the colonel removed the creature’s hands from his body, stepping away from him slightly as he told him, “There’s no need to repay me, since you helped me as well.” The handsome creature looked a little crestfallen at having apparently lost his touch to some extent. “I don’t know what you did, or who you pissed off to get yourself imprisoned by that array…” Kimbley began. Greed interrupted, grinning, “Let’s just say that I was a conscientious objector.” Sighing, Kimbley continued, “You should probably get out of here. This place will be swarming with troops soon.” Grinning at the other man, grateful at the opportunity to escape, Greed told him, “Thanks, beautiful,” before darting down the hallway. Kimbley shook his head at the man’s well-built retreating form. It was against his better judgment to allow this being to escape, but he had saved his life. Kimbley also realized that it should be against the law to wear black leather pants that tight, as well as the fact that it had been far too long since he’d had any kind of companionship.


The colonel didn’t get much sleep in the aftermath of the raid on the 5th laboratory. The Elric brothers had been recovered worse for wear, with Edward needing the repair of his automail arm, and Alphonse being found in pieces sometime after escaping from Kimbley’s men, awaiting his brother’s alchemy to restore him. The whole situation was blamed on the scarred Ishbalite, and a group of individuals thought to be in league with him. Kimbley didn’t buy the Fuhrer’s explanation of the situation. His team was gathered before him in his office as the sun began to set in the sky. Archer was giving him the report from ‘his sources’ about the case concerning the Elric brothers. “It appears that Edward came into contact with several individuals calling themselves homunculi,” the lieutenant informed the group, “One named Envy, along with two others not identifying themselves, tried to force the boy to make the Philosopher’s stone using prisoners as a base, and red water as an accelerant.” “What is a homunculus?” Lieutenant Bloch asked, confused. Kimbley told him, “A homunculus is a creature thought to be a myth in modern alchemy. It is a being that is a manufactured human created using alchemy. They are said to bear the sign of Ouroboros on their bodies, or so the legend goes.” “Envy, what a strange name,” said Lieutenant Ross, “I guess it’s a code name or something.”

“Or maybe there is an alchemist out there with a theatrical flare,” Kimbley suggested. “How so?” Archer asked. Kimbley remembered something his grandmother had told him. About the followers of an old religion, now dead in many parts of their world, where its followers believed that God had been born in the form of a man, who had died to atone for their sins. “It is forbidden to attempt any kind of human transmutation,” the colonel started. “But with humans being what they are, someone has surely tried it at some point. But it’s a sin, so to speak. Envy is one of the seven deadly sins, from a belief system rarely practiced now. Lust, sloth, gluttony, wrath, and pride are sins as well.” “That’s only six, sir,” Bloch informed him. “The last one is greed,” the colonel answered.


Colonel Kimbley opened the door to his apartment, ready to retire for the night, when a voice called out from the living room as he entered, “I was wondering when you’d get home.” It was Greed! “What are you doing in here?” Kimbley asked, annoyed, “How did you get in?” Through the bathroom window,” the homunculus said as he rose from the couch to approach the soldier, with long-limbed grace. The being continued, “I decided how I can repay you…I’m going to be your bodyguard.” Kimbley sighed as the homunculus wound an arm around his shoulder. “I don’t need a bodyguard, and I already told you that I don’t need you to repay me,” the man told the creature while attempting to remove his arm from around his body. “Don’t be silly,” Greed replied, not budging, “Your security is really lax. I got in so easily. What if I was some freak laying in wait to molest you?” “You are a freak!” Zolof informed the now laughing creature, “Get off!”

Greed sidled that much closer, winding both arms around the body of the colonel, who he noticed wasn’t struggling nearly as much as he could be if he really minded the touch. “Why don’t we have a little fun? I know that you’re not attached or anything. I looked around this place before you got here. There were no tell-tale signs of a significant other. And I know that you’re into guys,” Greed told him as he leaned closer with a wide and sharp-toothed grin, “I see the way that you look at me. Why not give it a go?” Kimbley narrowed his eyes at the man. While there were parts of him that were becoming interested in Greed’s proposal, there were things that he needed to know. “Are you one of Envy’s comrades?” The homunculus chuckled, “That ugly bitch? He helped, and the others looked on, while I was sealed in that frigging place. I hate all of them.” He turned away somewhat, face holding poorly-disguised anger.

Kimbley regarded the now morose homunculus. “So it’s true. Homunculi do exist” Greed laughed, apparently in better spirits suddenly, enjoying the look of wonder that the soldier gave him. “In the flesh,” he said as he threw up his hands. “If you are a homunculus, then there must be an alchemist who made you. Who did it?” Kimbley asked, honestly interested in the answers that Greed could give him. “Just some bastard who couldn’t remain true to anyone or anything to save his own life.” “Who made the others?” “I don’t know who made all of them,” the homunculus responded. “Well, what about the ones you do know?” the colonel questioned. The being sighed, “You sure do ask a lot of questions.” Kimbley tried a different approach. “If you don’t want to tell me yet, that’s fine. How about telling me how you got that name of yours.” Greed smiled at the man, moving close, placing his hands onto his shoulders, caressing them. “Some old bitch gave it to me,” he said in a teasing voice, “She said that I had a bad habit of taking things that didn’t belong to me.” Greed cocked his head, removing a hand from Kimbley’s shoulder to rub the back of his neck absently, “That’s before the cow lopped off my head with a sword before I was brought back.” “What?!” Kimbley shouted in disbelief. “I don’t recommend that mode of execution,” the homunculus continued, “It hurts like hell.” He caught the surprised eyes of the colonel, leaning close again. “How do you think that she got the skull that she put in the middle of that array?”

“Enough about the past,” Greed told the man as he pulled him closer, “It only holds forgotten dreams and faded memories. I’d much rather deal with the feast that I’ve got right here in front of me.” Kimbley suddenly found his uniform jacket and shirt open, with hands roving over his bare chest. “Hey, not so fa-“ Kimbley tried to get out while attempting to displace Greed’s hands, when the homunculus caught his lips. Deepening the kiss amid the half-hearted struggles of the soldier, Greed cupped the back of the man’s head as he parted his lips, thrusting his tongue into the cavern of the other’s mouth. Kimbley made a disapproving sound at first, before acquiescing to the possessive kiss. He began kissing him back as Greed started to grind his nether region against his softly. Kimbley soon found himself pressed back against the wall, with the homunculus’ knee parting his thighs, pushing up to caress him through his clothing.

Kimbley began to ride the other man’s knee hungrily, moaning shamelessly. Greed gazed into the man’s flushed face. “You’re really hungry for it,” he said, pleased by the situation, “I’m only too happy to oblige you.” The being tilted back the man’s head to nibble under his chin, sharp teeth barely grazing the skin, in nips not hard enough to break skin, but firm enough to make things interesting. Breathing heavily, Kimbley cupped the back of the creature’s head as he descended down his body, leaving a trail of wet kisses in his wake. Kneeling before the soldier, Greed made short work of the fastenings on the man’s pants. The homunculus nipped Zolof’s member through his trousers to the man’s delight, before sliding pants and underwear down to the soldier’s ankles. “You don’t have to do this to repay me,” Kimbley told the homunculus, his body not making any moves to stop the being. Greed looked up into those beautiful golden eyes, made hungry by the way he was now stroking his erection. “It’s no hardship,” the being responded, grinning widely, “I can’t wait to see what you taste like, beautiful.” He then drew Zolof’s erection into his mouth, sucking firmly, going down to the hilt in one smooth motion, with no apparent gag reflex at all.

With a thud, Kimbley’s head hit the wall that his body was resting against. His mouth hung open, deep moans escaping. He’d never felt anything like this. It seemed like the being kneeling before him needed no oxygen at all. It was almost obscene, the way that the homunculus was moaning around him, sucking noisily as if his member was some delicious treat. When the being started fondling his twin orbs, his knees started to feel weak. Greed let Zolof’s member slide wetly from his mouth before grasping and stroking the slick erection firmly. He drew one of the orbs into his mouth to Kimbley’s great delight, laving it. When the man felt a finger slick from saliva start to press against his entrance, he nearly lost it. When that digit entered and pressed against a spot that had him seeing stars, he did. Groaning, Kimbley spilled himself into the homunculus’ swallowing throat, with the being moaning obscenely around his cock as he received the man’s essence. Greed pulled back with a satisfied grin, not having spilled a drop.

Greed regarded the other man as Kimbley slumped against the wall somewhat, spent for the moment. The creature gave a good-natured chuckle, “Don’t get tired yet, Kimbley. We’re just starting to get warmed up.” He led the man over to the couch, pushing him back to sit on it. He then stood, letting his fur-trimmed coat fall back off his shoulders to the waiting carpet. Greed retrieved a small tube from his pants, tossing it onto the couch next to where Kimbley sat, before discarding his shirt and pants, with the man watching hungrily from where he sat. Greed gave the colonel a leer before kneeling before him, spreading his thighs and pulling him forward near the edge of the couch cushion. Kimbley soon found himself being pushed backwards as Greed grasped and lifted his thighs with his hands, pushing them upwards and back. Zolof felt somewhat embarrassed at how he was being spread open and exposed in such a manner. He forgot all about his embarrassment when Greed took up laving his entrance hungrily. Legs held in the air by the being, Kimbley moaned shamelessly. The way he was being treated seemed so illicit! And he was enjoying every moment of it. It was odd how he didn’t feel used, even though he was spread wide open, mewling like a whore as he was being eaten out by a man he hardly knew. Maybe it was the way Greed was treating him as if he was some fine cuisine to be savored.

Greed stabbed the man’s entrance with his tongue repeatedly in a promise of things to come. The guy was really getting into it, to the homunculus’ great delight. Nothing beat sharing sexual pleasure in Greed’s eyes, especially when it is with someone as expressive as the golden-eyed colonel. His head was thrown back with his mouth open in a prolonged, guttural moan. His hair had come free somewhat from his ponytail where it had rubbed against the wall and then the back of the couch, loose locks flying as he turned his head to and fro. The colonel was the picture of debauchery, and Greed was pleased at having been able to bring this side out of the aloof man. He grinned as the man began to thrust back against him, groaning. Kimbley’s sounds had the homunculus harder than his shield. Greed couldn’t wait to bury himself into the man’s toned backside. Greed leaned up to lick the man’s length, making him shiver with delight. Greed instructed the panting man to hold himself open. Grasping both thighs, Kimbley complied as he watched with anticipation while the homunculus slicked two long fingers with lubricant. Greed pushed the two slick digits into the entrance of the groaning man, scissoring them inside of his passage.

Kimbley opened his closed eyes as he felt the digits leave his body, and the homunculus pull away. Looking up, he was treated to the sight of Greed slicking his ample erection as he gazed down hungrily at the other man, chest heaving. “You look so good like that,” the being said, voice roughened by arousal. “I can’t wait to sink down inside of you.” Kimbley met his gaze with an equally hungry one. “Then don’t wait,” he told the being, spreading himself open that much more as he wet his suddenly dry lips with his tongue. “Do it.” Greed gave a wide smirk as he pressed himself against the man’s entrance, all the while looking into his face. He noted the slight frown as he began to penetrate the man. The slight grimace of fleeting pain as the head of his member popped into his passage. The pleasure that spread across Kimbley’s face as he was slowly filled by him. Greed captured the man’s open lips in a deep kiss when he had sunken in to the hilt. He maintained the sloppy kiss as well as he could as he set up a firm, deep pace, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. The only thing louder than this, were Kimbley’s groans and soft cries as Greed drove into him. He wrapped his legs around the homunculus and arms around his neck as his body was rocked by the being’s thrusts. Blunt nails bit pleasingly into Greed’s back as Kimbley clawed him, not quite hard enough to break skin.

Greed panted as he looked into Kimbley’s blissful face, flushed and glistening with perspiration. He grinned. “You love it, don’t you? The way I’m pounding into you. You’re so tight…it’s driving me crazy.” Breathless, with a mind clouded over with passion, Kimbley couldn’t find the words to answer his talented new lover. So he continued to groan and cry out with the homunculus’ deep thrusts. Greed chuckled, delighted at how the man could no longer form words due to his sexual prowess. “You like being impaled on my cock. Y-you’re almost as greedy as I am.” When the homunculus took up stroking the man’s erection in time with his thrusts, Kimbley could take it no longer. Arching his back, Zolof came with a howl, spilling his essence over his own chest and belly. Greed continued to thrust into Kimbley’s passage, enjoying the tightening of his quivering inner walls. It became far too much for him all too soon. Growling fiercely, bearing dangerously sharp teeth, Greed painted the colonel’s insides with his inhuman essence. The homunculus slumped forward to rest his head in the crook of the man’s shoulder, allowing the man’s legs to fall down into a more comfortable position. Kimbley turned his head to lie against Greed’s as he tried to catch his breath.

“Nnn,” Zolof moaned breathily, “That was great.” The homunculus lifted up somewhat to regard the man with a broad smile. “I guess that means that you’re going to keep me around for awhile.” Kimbley chuckled lightly. “Yeah,” he answered the smiling being. There was a lot to know about the homunculi and their past. Having Greed as an ally was useful, especially since he appeared to be no friend of whatever creatures were part of the recent strange goings-on. And there was something compelling about him, some secret hidden behind those depthless, violet eyes, which Kimbley needed to find out. Greed smirked at the colonel. “I knew that you would start to fall for me. It can’t be helped.” Kimbley made a face. “How so?” The homunculus continued. “Everything in the world that I want becomes mine. It’s only a matter of time. And what I want most right now is you.” Kimbley didn’t know whether to be flattered or disturbed. “What makes me so special?” “Maybe it’s that look of yours,” the homunculus told him with a cryptic grin, “I’ve always been a sucker for golden eyes.”


To Be Continued.