Seeing The Dark Of You, Chapter Eight
Title: Seeing The Dark Of You, Chapter Eight
Rating: NC-17
Type: Yaoi, A/U
Pairings: Roy/Ed, one-sided Elricest
Warnings: Implied Elricest, smut
Summary: With Ed's 18th birthday quickly approaching, his infatuation with Roy starts taking over more and more of his life. What will Ed do when that blessed day finally arrives?
A/N: Faster update this time, fweee! And lots more delicious angst and worry from Edward! >3
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“Roy?” I asked, my voice hesitant as I walked into his house. I hadn't bothered knocking at all. He knew I was coming over already and the door was unlocked, so why not just let myself in?
A startled gasp parted my lips as Roy came up behind me suddenly. When the hell did he have the time to sneak up on me like that? I was barely in the damned door. His arms wrapped loosely around my waist, hands teasing at the waistline of my pants as he leaned over and started kissing along the back of my neck.
“R-Roy...” I breathed out, struggling to keep my voice steady. I shuddered, licking my lips, but tried to keep my focus. I hadn't come over to Roy's house for sex that time. Questions had muddled my head for days now, concerns about our... was it even a relationship? It didn't feel like it was... “W-We need to... to...”
... talk.
The last word, though, died on my lips as Roy slid a hand into my pants. Somewhere in the depths of my lust-hazed mind, I cursed myself for always wearing my belt so loose. But right at that moment, my worries were forgotten and I was quite happy with the fact that Roy had such an easy time of getting his hand down my shorts.
My eyes snapped open wide when I was pressed forwards against the cold wall, shuddering at the contrast in temperatures as I felt the heat of Roy's body pushing into mine. Sharp teeth trailed along my neck when his hand wrapped around my cock, the half-hard flesh twitching in his hand as he started to stroke me.
Roy's body pressed closer to mine, flush along my back. He ground his hips into my ass and I let out a low moan as I felt his hardness against my ass, quickly moving to buck back into him. I heard a low, rumble of a purr from his throat, matched by a whimper from my own lips as he stroked me once more before pulling his hand out. I held my complaints, though, when he started to work my belt, then my pants open.
Soon enough, my pants were down around my thighs, cock twitching impatiently as cool air breezed over it. His hand was on my cock again, pumping hard but slow for a few moments. Roy swiped at the tip of my cock with his fingers, covering them in my precome as he moved to press them to my entrance. His fingers circled the muscle for a few seconds, teasing me before he plunged two of them into my body all at once.
“Fuck!” I shouted, bracing my hands against the wall as I started to rock my hips back, forcing Roy's fingers deeper each time.
“Not yet, Edward,” Roy purred, teeth just barely scraping over my ear. I could hear the self-satisfied smirk in his voice. “Patience...”
A loud whine was my reply to his taunting, followed by a shaking cry as he curved his fingers sharply, hitting my prostate. Frantically, I bucked my hips back against Roy and he indulged me for a few moments, thrusting harder, deeper. But then he pulled out, leaving me to grind me teeth together as I shamelessly rocked my hips.
The sound of Roy's zipper undoing sent a shiver down my spine, the crisp, metallic sound cutting through the low rasp of my heavy breathing. He shifted my long, red coat aside and lined himself up, pressing his cock against my entrance, easing the tip in.
My breath caught in my throat, a moan flowing out over my lips as I tried to push back and get more of him inside of me. Roy's hands went to my hips, pinning me against the wall and stopping me from moving in the slightest and he continued his slow pace, pushing in inch by torturous inch. Just when I was ready to shout, to beg for him to let go of me, he pulled out completely before slamming back in, earning a loud cry of praise in return.
Roy set a hard, fast pace, and I could already hear him panting heavily behind me. He'd obviously been waiting for me to come over, had obviously been wanting this--wanting me--all day long, if his frantic movements were any indication. My thoughts suddenly broke off as Roy hit my prostate and I keened loudly, arching back roughly before starting to thrust back, matching Roy's movements perfectly.
A dull scratching noise reached my ears and I realized that my nails were digging grooves into the wall from how desperately I was trying to find something to grip onto. Louder, sharper, faster my breathing came, nothing more than unsteady gasps as I suddenly felt Roy's finger wrap around my cock. I cried out, bucking my hips shamelessly, shuddering at the wet sound it made as my pre-cum slicked my length, letting me slide easier within his grasp--in and out... in and out--while I fucked his hand.
“Roy!!” I moaned, my whole body trembling as I felt my release getting closer.
With a lusty purr, Roy leaned over and bit hard at my neck, making me cry out senselessly at the sudden pain. It dashed along my nerves, bright flames across my body. He'd broken the skin, drawn blood, and I'd never felt anything so amazing in my life. Roy twisted his head slightly, pulling at my skin and making me cry again, this time the noise melting into a loud, shaking moan.
One final scream tore from my throat as I came, my seed shooting out to coat the wall in front of me. Streams of it spurted out as Roy continued to slam into my prostate, pulled deeper by my clenching muscles. A low moan behind me and I felt Roy's release fill me completely, already some of it dripping out as he pulled away from me, breathing heavily.
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A slight frown pulled at my lips when I saw how Alphonse was looking at me. Ever since that day, weeks ago, I'd noticed something new in his eyes. Whether it had always been there all along and I hadn't noticed before or it was something new, I had no idea. All I knew was that it made me... uneasy. But not even in a bad way. Somehow, I craved that look, without knowing exactly why.
“Al...” I started, sitting up slightly on the couch, looking over to where he sat at the kitchen table.
As soon as my eyes made contact with Al's, the bronze orbs widened slightly before darting down, focusing on the glass of water in front of him. My frown deepened for a moment before I realized that it would be a bad thing for him to think that I was upset.
Why... do I care if he thinks I'm unhappy? Why am I so damned concerned with his feelings?
I could tell it was too late already; his eyes had flicked up and seen the expression on my face, his own features easing into something forced as he tried not to let his feelings show through. Alphonse never was good at hiding when he was in pain. Even when he had no body with which to show it, I always knew when he was hurting.
“Never mind, Al,” I said with a sigh, shaking my head. I laid back down, then, reaching for a book on the coffee table.