Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/155790.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Fullmetal_Alchemist

  Character:
      Ling_Yao_|_Lin_Yao, OC_-_Character
  Additional Tags:
      Bondage, Whipping, Oral_Sex, Gags, Hair
  Series:
      Part 2 of No_Sound_of_Water_'verse
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-03-14 Words: 2026
****** Tools of the Trade ******
by enemytosleep
Summary
     Ling spends some time with his girlstash.
Notes
     Sook-Joo, Chu Hua, and Yin are all characters from my story, No_Sound
     of_Water. They are a few of Ling's harem girls. I think you will be
     able to follow these well enough just knowing that. One of the only
     things that kept No Sound of Water from degrading into a monster pile
     of smut was promising the girls that they could get a bunch of
     drabbles afterwards. Unfortunately, as the actual story began
     unfolding, I realized that I had to cut back their plot arc quite a
     bit regardless, and so Sook-Joo never made it to the pages. *insert
     sad face* So I gave her two four drabbles.
Drabble #1
Word Count: 300
Summary:Ling meets the newest addition to his girlstash. 

Warnings:bondage
Ling hadn't been sure what to expect of the latest addition to his little
group. He'd actually never been to the Qiongyan province, though he knew it was
on the very Eastern borders of Xing. So when this girl had been delivered to
his chambers, tiny and round-faced with a stern expression, he'd been pretty
excited to meet her. Not that he still wasn't excited, but now he was feeling a
little less sure of things.
The long tangle of thin rope she'd brought with her was resting at the edge of
the bed next to a folded bundle of linen. The girl was busy wrapping her
sleeves back with a long sash. He agreed the sleeves would get in the way, but
instead of tying them back, wouldn't it make more sense, to well, get
undressed? He wanted to ask her this, but something about her made him hold his
tongue - that was no small feat, and it sent shivers through his body. Tonight
could either be terribly fantastic, or terribly, terribly horrifying.
Swallowing hard, Ling broke the silence. "So what is your name? I'm Ling,
though you probably already knew that."
She tied off her sash rather violently and gave him the once over with her dark
eyes. "They call me Sook-Joo." Her accent was thick and hard to understand. He
still found it fascinating how different the many dialects of Xing could be.
Then she said something he didn't quite catch.
"I'm sorry, could you say that again?"
"Your hands," she said tersely, stepping forward and taking hold of his wrists.
He let her have them, and when she reached for the rope on the bed, he decided
it would be better not to ask anything. It looked like this would be one of
those scary nights after all.

Drabble #2

Word Count: 300

Summary:Ling wonders what all the accessories are for. Must be a Qiongyan
thing.

Warnings:bondage, fetish
Ling stood at the foot of his bed shirtless, his arms hung over his head. He
craned his neck to take another look at his bindings: the knots she'd tied were
beautifully symmetrical and very well secure. He'd already tried to wriggle out
of them discreetly to no avail.
Somehow, this tiny little thing had managed to loop the thin ropes up and over
the brace bars of the bed canopy and then tied them off to one of the opposite
posts. Then, apparently, she had vanished into thin air. It'd been five, ten
minutes now? He could neither hear nor see her, though he was sure she was
still in the room somewhere. No one had opened any doors at any rate.
"So, Sook-Joo, was it?" There was no response. "You've done a lovely job of
tying me up, but now I have to wonder what comes next? I must say this isn't
how these things usually go for me, though I think you'll find I'm pretty open
to learning new things." He was rambling now and he knew it. Her silence was
unnerving, and he hoped that if he kept talking that he might hit upon
something she could relate to. He was fairly certain she wasn't an assassin,
though only mostly sure.
"I prefer when you don't talk," she said from right behind him, or at least
that's what he thought she'd said. Then her small hands reached around from
behind and stuffed his mouth full of silk, quickly wrapping another sash around
his face, forcing it between his lips like the bit of a horse's bridle. Well,
that was definitely not how these things normally went.
She stepped up to the bed and unfolded the linen bundle she'd carried in,
revealing a short handled whip with many braided tails. Reverently, she picked
up the whip and began delicately untangling it's many strands. Ling was growing
steadily more concerned about this whole affair. This was definitely going to
be a scary night.

Drabble #3

Word Count:300

Summary: She's always loved his hair

Warnings:actually this one ended up rather tame. And sappy. Hm.
Ling sat on his bed with his knees tucked up under his chin. He was currently
in a blissful state of half-awareness in which he let himself succumb to the
warm, tingling sensation of sleep while enjoying the gentle pulls at his hair.
There was something infinitely relaxing about having his hair played with: the
feel of fingers running through his hair, the occasional tug that seemed to
stretch his scalp. It was something he very much enjoyed, and not very secretly
at that.
Luckily for him, many of his girls seemed to adore fixing his hair up. He
wasn't quite sure why it was so appealing (weren't they tired of fixing their
own hair everyday?), but he never complained about it. Except maybe when they
made him leave the accessories in. That could be a little embarrassing if the
right people saw him (and had been that one time, though the rumors had died
down pretty quickly afterwards). Thankfully Yin hadn't brought any with her
today.
He breathed out through his nose and sank further into himself. This had been a
rather quiet visit so far, but that was okay with him. Sometimes these girls
could be a little overwhelming.
"You seem very relaxed today, Young Lord," Yin stated.
"Mmm, yes. It's been a good day."
"I'm glad to hear it," she replied, and she did sound glad. Then she added,
"You know, I must say, for a man your hair is always so soft and free of knots.
How do you do it?"
"I have wonderful helpers like you, Yin."
She giggled, then parted his hair right down the center, all the way from front
to back. From the corner of his eye, he spied a silk package laying on the
mattress next to them, the tail end of some bone pins peeking out at the edge.
It appeared it was going to be an accessory day after all.

Drabble #4

Word Count: 300

Summary: Ling learns a technique that will benefit him the rest of his
life.

Warnings:blowjob
When he'd called for one of his girls, he hadn't been sure who exactly would be
brought up. When it Chu Hua that was delivered to him, he was elated: he could
really use the help with his latest Drachman conjugations.
"Chu Hua, I'm so glad you came! This whole 'vocative versus nominative' thing
is really throwing me." He picked up the scrolls he was working on and
presented them to her for inspection. She always seemed to understand these
kinds of things far easier than he ever could.
She flicked her eyes over his work carefully, ever serious, as always. Then she
said, pointing a delicate finger at the tail end of a verb, "See what you did.
When addressing someone directly, you should use 'e' , not 'o."
Ling tilted his assignment back toward himself and checked it over. She was
right, as always. "You always spot these things so quickly. I've been looking
over these all afternoon."
"You poor thing, you must be all tense now."
Ling scratched the back of his neck. "Well, maybe a little bit."
"Let me help you with that," she said, smiling deviously.
A few minutes later, his pants were tangled around his ankles as she serviced
him on her knees, and he was definitely feeling far more relaxed than before.
Funny how this worked like that. His eyes were closed, and he let himself sink
into the sensations of her mouth and his even breathing. The tension in his
shoulders relaxed, as did the stiffness in his neck. Briefly, he wondered how
much longer his knees would hold out before he'd need to sit down on the bed.
The heat of her tongue as it worked over him seemed to spread through his
entire body. Her teeth were almost cold in comparison. Wait, why were her teeth
involved?
Drabble #5
Word Count: 300
Summary:Ling discovers a new activity. 

Warnings:bondage, fetish
He watched her every move as she finished separating the whip braids and made
her way back over to him. He tried to speak, to ask her if maybe she'd enjoy
doing something else (he had a few ideas, and all of them involved him being
set free), but the attempt made him nearly choke on the fabric in his mouth. He
coughed violently and she rubbed his back, startling him. The silk in his mouth
was so wet already from his saliva, and he could feel it seeping out into the
fabric over his cheeks. He tried sucking in some of his drool, which caused him
to cough lightly again.
"Just breath easy," she told him. "You won't choke if you breath easy."
He nodded weakly, though he had to wonder why he was nodding and not telling
her to untie him. Sometimes he really was too curious, he decided. She reached
up and ran her small hand over his bangs, cupping the back of his ear and then
trailing her fingers down over the rest of his hair. She pushed it forward,
draping it over the front of his shoulder, then stepped back behind him out of
sight. He whipped his head around to track her, moaning his question out
through the silk.
She touched his back again. "You do not want your hair to tangle in the whip
tails," she said, tucking it back in front of his shoulder and pushing his chin
forward again. "Don't worry, I'll take it easy since this is your first time."
He wanted to argue that she had no way of knowing if this was his first time,
but he quickly realized it was pretty obvious that it was. Had the other girls
given her the dish on him? Things were starting to fall into place. He sucked
in a deep breath through his nose and shut his eyes, trying to prepare himself
for what was to come.
Drabble #6
Word Count:300
Summary:This was not what he was expecting.

Warnings:bondage, fetish, obtuse use of the prompt (tangle as in to confuse or
muddle)
Well, that was unexpected.
She draped the leather tails over his shoulders, letting them fall over his
skin by their own weight. Then she slid them down his spine, slowly and
carefully, letting them tickle the small of his back before pulling them back
up to his shoulders and starting over again. The light touches sent electric
shocks all through him whenever they hit over a particularly sensitive spot. It
was exciting, titillating, and he rather liked this.
Then she pulled back, and in a movement so quick he could barely find the time
to tense up, she struck. It stung, but really, it wasn't so bad. She carefully
laid the tails over his back again, letting the cool leather slide over his
prickling skin. This felt really nice. When she pulled away again, this time he
breathed out deeply and fell into that tingling sensation that followed. This
heightened the sting of the blow, practically sending him over the edge
already. He could get used to this, yes.
She struck him again before carefully rubbing her fingers over his shoulders
blades, just barely ghosting his skin with the tips of her fingers. Again, she
surprised him with her gentleness. Or maybe her being so little, she didn't
have to hold back? Truth be told he'd never been whipped before by anyone, so
he really didn't know what to expect. He was pretty sure that whipping could be
pretty painful though. It was probably because she was so small, then.
She stopped her hand at the base of his neck, then said, "I can see you are
enjoying yourself. Shall I continue?" He moaned pleadingly, nodding his head. A
drop of drool dripped onto his chest, cold and wet.
She took her hand away, and when she struck him a fourth time, he decided he'd
been wrong: she had been holding back.
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