Mercurial Passion: RP Log
Title: Untitled RP Log (1/?)
Author: Lucifer Hisaki/luciferhisaki as Roy and freaky_zero as Edward
Rating: NC-17 like Whoa.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Edward Elric/Roy Mustang
Summary: Ed and Roy are having casual sex. It's supposed to mean nothing but later on it turns into something. Uke!Roy appearance! xD;
Disclaimer: Neither I or my partner own FMA.
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His cheek dug into the rough cotton of the motel bed sheets, his eye-patch's edges riding up slightly, the skin underneath rubbing itself raw against the woolen black cloth and the rough cotton just underneath his face. Mouth closed tight, he grunted, thrusting back, rolling his hips, eyes not open to look back at the expression on the other's face. Not wanting to see what the other looked like when they were doing this sort of act.
There was a set of unspoken rules they both agreed on.
Never to kiss on the lips--they weren't dating or in a relationship.
Never staring openly at the other's face--what's there to see?
Never ask for the story behind the scars other than what is already known--Roy never told or shown the true intensity of what actually was behind his eye-patch, he never planned to in the future.
Never to make this more than what it was--it's only a fuck, nothing more, nothing less.
Roy's hips burned with the feel of cold and warm touches, aching with a present pain that he chose to ignored. There would be bruises later but he wouldn't mind. He never did. No one would see them anyway. It wasn't like he had anyone to come home to, or anyone to visit. He always had them covered after all. It was their big secret. Their tryst.
Sweat-drenched black hair clung to his skin, his breathing heavy, the occasional vocalized pant escaping his throat. His fingers dug into the white stark sheets, his erection achingly untouched by human hands slide over the fabrics resting on the bed, the friction erupting small sparks behind his eyelids. Knuckles white, he closed his eyes tighter and willed his head empty. He wanted to savor the feelings, the touches, the neediness of their actions. Thinking would only bring thoughts he didn't want to surface.
Now wasn't the time to think.
It was only a good fuck, after all.
Ed wasn't sure how it had started. If anyone were to ask him, he would probably stare blankly in lieu of an answer. But he wasn't worried about being asked about it; no one knew. No one would ever know. This wasn't anything more than stress relief, and it certainly wasn't something he would bring home to tell Al about.
At best, it was only sex, a sweaty conjoining of bodies before the inevitable climax; at worst, it was fucking, rough thrusts and gripping hands that left bruises.
He wouldn't say he didn't enjoy it, he wouldn't be here if he didn't, but it wasn't something he couldn't live without.
For the most part he focused on bringing them both off as efficiently and pleasantly as possible, thinking of nothing more than release as he moved in and out of the other man's body.
He reached around with his automail hand, making sure to see to the pleasure of his bedmate even as his own orgasm hovered near; then they were both stiffening, perspiring torsos pressed tightly together, and it was over.
Ed pulled out and away as quickly as he could manage, rolling off the bed and suppressing a shiver as the cold air hit his overheated body.
He dressed in silence; there were no words, no pillow talk, no post-coital cuddling.
They aren't necessary. This is only fucking.
Roy refrained from sighing once Ed left his body, even if it was in relief. Not bothering to watch Ed dress, he sat up in the bed, running a hand through his damp hair and rolled his shoulders. Calmly with slight shivers of after-orgasm effects, he slid off the bed quietly and walking straight into the bathroom. By the time he walked out again, Ed had left.
Striding back to the bed, he settled on the edge and stares out the window, wondering what he should order for room service. The room was under his name and he can't leave just yet. In the morning, he vowed, I'll be gone by morning. But he won't sleep.
He can't.
A hand reaching for the telephone, he ordered a bottle of whiskey and a quick meal of steak and other sides. Groping around for his boxers, he slipped them on, spotting something in the pile of clothes that were his own. He recognized a white glove in the bunch that does not belong to him. It's Ed's.
Roy smirked lightly, placing it on the nightstand, sparing it no other look. Gathering the rest of his clothes, he hung them in the provided closet, spying the ironing board and complimentary iron.
A knock of the door came to his attention and he places a smile (a little faked) on his face, greeting the attending and thanking her for the service. He tipped her well before dropping the tray and bottle on the table, plopping down to eat his meal in silence.
Stealing a look outside the window, Roy muttered to himself, "It's raining."
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Ed was barely two blocks away from the hotel when the first cold drops of rain splattered themselves across the bridge of his nose. He cursed his luck under his breath and wished futilely that he'd called a cab from the hotel. But calling a cab would have meant staying in that room for far longer than he was comfortable staying.
He shivered and pulled his coat tighter around himself as the rain began to pound furiously down around him.
"Damn Mustang," he muttered to himself as he attempted to walk faster. "Somehow this is all his fault."
It was always Mustang's fault.
After what seemed like forever, he found himself in the doorway of the small apartment that he shared with his brother. It was dark, but he hadn't really expected Al to still be awake; it had taken him quite a while to make it back in the rain.
He stripped down in the hall, in an effort to keep from dripping all over the floors, and tossed his wet clothes into the laundry room as he passed it. He toweled his hair off quickly in the bathroom before heading to the room he and his brother shared.
Al murmured something that sounded a lot like 'brother' as he crawled into bed, and so he answered his brother with a soft, 'I'm home' and hoped that was enough. When his head hit his pillow he closed his eyes and did his best not to think of anything.
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Meal finished, Roy gripped the bottle of whiskey by the neck and took a swig out of it. The room had cooled down from the intensity and warmth that seemed to enveloped when Ed was there. He shrugged at the stray thought and took another gulp of burning liquor. The rain crashed against the window like hail, Roy smirked.
The rain was a pleasant sound when he felt like making it as such. Normally, he would think of bullets and Ishbal but two years in a snowy northern outpost made him appreciate the rain more. It allowed him to be vulnerable. His mask cracked, his grin widening.
Light from the bathroom bounced off the stars and stripes of his uniform. Roy turned away from the sight and took another gulp from the whiskey, the bottle hanging loosely from numb fingers.
Slipping through his cold fingers, Roy smiled darkly at the sound of glass shattering on wood. The liquor spilled like webs onto the floor, filling the crevices between the boards. The alchemist watched it spread and noted, "That was terrible whiskey. Wasn't it, Maes? I could've done better. Much better."
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When it was obvious that he wasn't going to be getting any sleep, Ed rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. He watched the lightning flashes that filtered in from the window dance in odd patterns and tried to ignore the thunder-crashes that somehow still managed to fill him with unease.
His restless mind fell to a habit he'd developed as a child: listing the components of a human body.
Water, 35 liters. Carbon, 25 kilograms. Ammonia, 4 liters. Lime, 1.5 kilograms. Phosphorus, 800 grams. Salt, 250 grams. Saltpeter, 100 grams. Sulfur, 80 grams. Fluorine, 7.5 grams. Iron, 5 grams. Silicon, 3 grams...
And traces of 15 other elements.
He sighed, and shifted onto his side as silently as he could manage. He didn't want to disturb Al, after all. Pillowing his cheek on his automail he started the list again.
Water, 35 liters...
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Morning came and Roy found himself signing out of the motel lobby, his uniform freshly ironed and perfect. The brass on the dark blue shined brightly in the lights of the motel lobby and he found himself smiling lightly at the quite attractive woman before him.
No one would care that he was wearing a day or two old uniform simply because there was nothing wrong with it. He made extra sure that Ed was careful during their tryst the night before and gave his uniform, his mask and shield a good look over.
His head ached slightly from a hangover but it was nothing no coffee would erase. The sun had risen and there was hardly a cloud in the sky. Roy had to shield his eye, it was so bright. In his head, he went over what he remembered Hawkeye had scheduled for him today. I believe it's a routine inspection? Or something of the like, if she was frowning as deeply as she was. That should lightened up the load of paperwork, she would no doubt have set for me to finish today. Oh well, it's not as if I had anything else planned.
Walking toward Central headquarters, down a new route he never bothered with before. He spied a lovely lady waiting a table and grinned softly, "A cup of coffee right now would probably be nice." Roy walked over, head high and plastered a flirtatious smile on his face.
He and Ed weren't committed to each other. It was just fucking, after all. Roy was free to do what he wanted and so was Ed. If anything, they had both promised themselves that the last fucking session they had was their last. Deeply inside him, Roy knew that was not the case.
Though now... I think I don't mind having something to do tonight... It has been an awfully long time since I had some real company and dated. Might as well start again, now, right?
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The day started entirely too early for Edward's liking. Alphonse rolled him from his bed shortly after the sun had risen and Ed had gotten up without too much protest; anything for his baby brother.
There had been a shower and breakfast, then fighting over the bathroom sink with Al as they brushed their teeth. After that there had been small talk over his latest experiments as he took his time dressing and Alphonse threw together a boxed lunch for him.
Finally his brother had pushed him out the door, lunch in hand, an hour and a half prior to his shift, giving him the same goodbye he gave him every day.
"Hurry and get going, brother. If you don't leave now, you'll never make it on time. I'll see you when you get home."
And Al was mostly right about that, Ed mused, as he made his way down the block, because Edward never hurried to work. He ambled, every morning, in the direction of Headquarters, never taking the same route twice in a row. Sometimes he made it on time, sometimes he did not, but few took notice of his comings and goings.
It was a perk of being a famous state alchemist, he assumed, never really bothering to think much of it beyond that. If the military was still idiotic enough to let him take advantage of them, he certainly wasn't going to complain about it.
This morning he took a left where he might've taken a right, and rounded a corner where he might've gone straight, only to find himself walking past a quaint little outdoor cafe. The same cafe where Roy Mustang happened to be flirting with a waitress.
At first he considered turning around and going the opposite direction, but that seemed too much like avoidance or running away, and he had no reason to run away or avoid Roy. So he continued walking past at the same steady pace.
A loud snort escaped him, one that sounded almost disapproving (though that was ridiculous because it wasn't as if he or Mustang owed each other anything, so why would he disapprove of however the other man decided to waste his time?), as Roy's flirtatious offer for dinner reached his ears.
He bit his tongue to keep himself from saying anything and kept walking by.
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Her name was Alexis and she had a very beautiful mane of light brown hair. Roy smiled at her when he said so, causing a magnificent blush to grace her lips. He swirled his coffee around with the spoon they had given him as he subtly eyed her body and noted she had very good legs. Almost endless.
The coffee wasn't the best he had but the company--oh her laugh!--was one of a kind. Roy actually toyed with the idea of not going to work at all but decided not to go through with it. Most likely Hawkeye would actually castrate him on sight if he did. Sighing, Roy took another bite of the bagel he bought and asked her, "How about say... a dinner for you and I to talk more? You sound very~ interesting."
His smile was one of his best "on-the-prowl" grins and the woman was bedazzled and nodded a brisk agreement. "How about at Luke's, Mr. Mustang? I'm just been dying to go back there for their dinner special." Her smile was warm and light-hearted.
"Luke's? You mean that Pasta place over at 7th street? I think I know of it," Roy smirked, "Sounds good, shall I pick you up here at say... 1800? Oh and please, Ms. Alexis. Call me Roy."
In the corner of his eye, he thought he saw a familiar mane of blond but thought nothing of it. He was probably imagining it. Shrugging, he smiled at her, finishing the rest of his bagel in a few more bites before draining the rest of his coffee, standing up. Roy took her hand and kissed the back of it. "I'll be here at 1800 hours, my dear."
The rest of the walk to work was uneventful, and much quicker than it would have been on any other day. It wasn't because he was angry, he wasn't, but the thought of arriving to the office before Mustang appealed to him.
As he strode through the main doors of Headquarters an idea began to form in the back of his mind. By the time he'd plopped into the chair behind his desk, early for the first time he could remember, his plan was fully developed.
Propping his feet up on the edge of his desk, he allowed himself a small smirk and leaned back to wait for his superior officer to arrive.
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He entered the door of his office, scratching the edge of his eye-patch, nodding at Hawkeye who frowned deeply at him. So he was quite possibly more than half an hour later (an hour and a half actually but that's besides the point), it wasn't that terrible as long as he showed up right? He shrugged at the Major and just smirked at her, taking the written schedule she had for him out of her hands.
Flipping through it, he rolled his good eye and just shook his head. Fire station routine check, again? Didn't I do this last week? He was pretty sure he was but whatever. He didn't need to head out until after 1200 hours. The rest of his schedule included several meetings but nothing really important and could easily be rescheduled if need be.
"Major, reschedule Knotter, Freston, Schuler and..." He glanced at his schedule again, "Elric. I have plans tonight and I rather have everything that needs looking into done before 1800 hours."
He perked an eyebrow at her and smirked at Havoc, walking to his private office, closing the door behind him. Roy tossed the schedule onto his desk before discarding his black coat, hanging it on the coat rack before rolling his neck. Already on his desk was a stack of papers that needed a signature, particularly his signature. Sighing over dramatically, Roy strode over and plopped down into his leather chair and started to get to work.
It was a deviation from their routine and it went against all of their unspoken rules, but he didn't care. He'd barely glanced at the new schedule Hawkeye had set on his desk before climbing to his feet. He'd heard the bastard come in, and say something to Hawkeye in the outer office; probably something about this sudden schedule change.
A frown formed his face as he made his way over to heavy wooden door that was the entrance to Mustang's office. (Or would it be Roy's hiding place, since Ed rarely saw the man in his side of the office.) He'd be damned if he'd do the bastard's work for him.
He knocked, but didn't wait for permission to enter. His fingers automatically turned the lock as he slipped in silently and pulled the door closed behind him. Ed paused for a moment, trying to think of just what he was doing. He knew what he wanted, but this was new, uncharted territory, and he wasn't quite certain he knew how to get it.
But he wasn't going to ask for it, and uncertainty had never stopped him before. So he strode boldly over to the other man and yanked the chair he was seated in out and away from the desk, to give him the room for exactly what he wanted.
Roy didn't look up from his paperwork when he heard the knock and the door open. There would only be one person that would actually mock politeness so much. Edward Elric. He fought off a tugging at his lips to smirk. Concentrating on his reading, he signed the paper with a more leisure pace than usual, going as far to make it look elegant.
The carpet muffled the blond's footsteps but Roy keenly heard them nonetheless, it was the only warning he had before Ed suddenly dragged his chair away from the desk. Thankfully, he was only reading something and not signing. Roy doubted Hawkeye would enjoy a large tear in the paper from being forcibly pulled away, dragging the tip of the pen hard until the paper tore.
Eyeing the blond for the moment, Roy shrugged and returned to his reading, "Something you need Fullmetal?"
Despite this being deviant from normal, Roy had every intention to try and keep a sense of normalcy into this situation. It was easier to keep it that way. Especially since, Roy didn't know any other way to encounter Ed in the day. At night, it was simple. It was primal but daylight laid everything the shadows hid into plain sight.
Ed was proud that he managed to pluck the report away from Mustang without ripping it. He let it go in the general direction of the desk, but he thought he heard it hit the floor as he put his arms on either side the other man, in an effort to keep him in the chair.
He stared at the other man silently for a few moments, appreciating the dark gaze in a way he never had before, though he had no intentions of admitting it to himself.
"Don't talk," he growled lowly before turning his attention to Mustang's uniform.
He tugged gently at it once, then twice, and then he put oomph into the motion, ripping fabric and popping the buttons off, saving himself the hassle of having to unbutton the blasted thing. Doubtless, Roy wasn't happy about it, but he could fix it later with alchemy, or the other man could do it himself.
Startled at Ed taking the paper out of his hands, he glanced up at the blond in question when Ed's arms more or less pinned him into his chair. Whatever it was in the other alchemist's gaze, Roy knew it was fiery and didn't look more into it. He stared back evenly into it and tested what freedom he had in the chair to move with. Not much from what he could tell. A quick glance at the door told him that the door was locked shut.
Mouth shut, he glared lightly at the blond's actions to disrobing him. He is so fixing that later. Whatever Ed had in mind, it was completely deviant from normal. They had never done this in the office before, preferring random motel rooms where hardly anyone recognized them.
An affair, especially a same sex affair, between an officer and his subordinate was media frenzy scandal. Particularly if it was between the infamous Flame Alchemist and the Hero of the People, The Fullmetal Alchemist. If Roy had any aspirations for becoming Fuhrer that was the one scandal he could do without.
Roy's hands gripped lightly on the armrests as his bare chest met the cool air of his office, the remnants of his undershirt and uniform jacket pushed to the sides and slightly down his arms.
Ed ran his hands slowly up Mustang's sides, taking in the pale expanse of skin revealed to him. He leaned in, resting his forehead against the junction of the other man's shoulder and neck, and inhaled deeply. He pressed his lips to Roy's neck, and felt his heart beat before licking the sensitive skin and nibbling on it gently.
His hands traveled back down the other man's sides, to his hips and then around to the front of his pants. As he wrested the pants open he bit down harder on the skin beneath his lips, hard enough to leave a mark, which, somewhere in the depths of his mind, was exactly what he'd wanted to do.
He tugged Roy's pants and underwear down over his hips in a rather swift motion, leaving the other man exposed to his sight. A sight he rather appreciated, though he'd never admit it. Ed moved his attentions away from Roy's neck and up to his ear.
"I," he whispered softly. "Am going to Fuck. You. Raw."
He grinned at his words before allowing his teeth to close around the soft ear lobe in front of him.
Mouth gape, Roy leaned back in his chair, not knowing what to do. He didn't dare let any noise escape from him, the room wasn't sound proofed the last time he checked and no doubtfully he would notice if Ed had done so. He gripped the armrests tighter but not tight enough to make his knuckles go white.
The cool air jolted his reluctantly growing erection to life. A tightening of his throat prevented a gasp--of want, of lust--to escape in response to Ed's words. He bit down hard on the inside of his cheek, reopening the recently closed bite wound from last night, a tangy crimson metallic taste filling his mouth. Roy turned his eyes away from the blond and forced his body to relax.
Idly, Roy thought of going to the convenience store later to buy some cover up cream to hide the markings on his neck though he doubted his date later would care to join him in his bed just yet. The gaze in his visible eye dimmed as he allowed himself to distant himself from what was happening, opting to think about his dinner date with Alexis.
It wasn't part of the rules that Roy had to pay attention.
Ed entertained himself with stroking Roy's burgeoning erection with his automail for a few moments, while he considered what his next move should be. He didn't know what he'd expected when he'd come in here; this was out of his realm of experience, but he'd wanted more of a reaction from Roy than what he'd gotten. It was almost as if the other man wasn't even paying attention to what was happening anymore.
He nibbled his lip thoughtfully and considered what he could do to the other man. Roy was practically laying bare and willing before him, after all. Briefly he wondered what he thought he was doing here; proving something to Mustang? But hadn't it moved past that already?
He pushed the unwelcome thought away and sank to his knees before the other man. This was something else he had never done before and pressing a soft bite to the inside of the pale thigh he tried not to think of the line he was more than likely crossing.
Moving closer, he pulled Roy's erection into his mouth, mindful of his teeth, and sucked softly.
A strange wet warmth around his erection caused him to blink and glanced down at Ed in shock. What...? All thoughts of Alexis and dinner fled his mind as his body sunk more into his chair, body feeling limp. His breath hitched and Roy fought a moan.
His hand grasped the armrests tighter, Roy forcing his gaze away from Ed's act, not exactly wanting to see the blond taking him into his mouth. It was supposed to be only a fuck, nothing more, nothing less. So why did a voice in the back of his head said the lines were starting to blur? Roy shook his head vehemently, dissolving the voice for the moment.
Now wasn't the time for that.
Roy bit harder on his bottom lip, eyes set on the ceiling, trying to count the tiles, doing his damn hardest to distant himself from the present.
It wasn't quite what he expected, the taste of Roy bitter and heavy on his tongue, but he didn't pull back. In fact he did just the opposite and attempted to pull more of the man into his mouth. He ran his tongue over the head of other man's cock, dragging his rough taste buds over the sensitive skin.
His hand was still wrapped around the base of Mustang's erection, to make up for what his mouth couldn't accommodate, and he slid his flesh hand up between Roy's legs. He sucked harder, swirling his tongue even as his fingers found what they were looking for and he couldn't keep from blushing as he rolled and weighed Roy's balls carefully in the palm of his hand.
Roy shivered lightly at the touch of a warm hand on the inside of his leg, dislodging one hand from an armrest to set it lightly on the back of Ed's head, touching the other Alchemist's hair for the first time. It was soft, he noted in the back of his head (the part not clouded by pleasure and desire), almost like satin and silk. He threaded his calloused fingers through the mane. The sun bounced off of it delightfully.
Sun...? He stole a quick glanced at the window behind him, eyes widening. They didn't bother to close the curtains, anyone could be able to see them and what they were doing if they only looked, despite Roy's office being on the third floor of the building but nonetheless!
"Fu-Fullmetal," he groaned out softly, trying to keep quite, the beginnings of orgasm building in his groin, "We... h-have to... stop." His muscles tightened and tensed, head dropping forward to his chest, fingers clenching tightly on Ed's hair.
Ed suppressed his growl at hearing that name in the situation they were in. Hadn't he told the blasted man not to talk? He considered, for all of half a second, pulling away and asking why, but then his interest in what he was doing overwhelmed his curiosity.
He hummed lightly in response to Mustang's words, and contented himself with that as he moved his fingers from where they were exploring the texture of Roy's balls to drag lightly across the skin behind them and straightening his thumb to rub it against the base of the other man's erection.
He sucked harder, mind half preoccupied with wondering how this must feel and if he were even doing it correctly.
Hissing, he pulled tighter on Ed's hair, not caring if he ripped away more than a bunch of strands. "I said... stop." His visible eye flashed sapphire as he glared at Ed, pushing the blond away from him, his erection wet and straining for touch. He would deal with that later.
Roy pulled the remnants of his jacket and shirt back onto his shoulders and slipped his pants and underwear back up before walking to the window and closing the curtain. He didn't dare say anything or even look at the blond. Another first. Roy never, ever denied Ed anything during these tryst but Roy refused to let them happen during the day. At night, it was safe. During the day was not.
Back straight with tension, Roy didn't bother to voice out, What were you thinking?! His entire body posture did it for him.
Ed winced as his hair was pulled on painfully and moved away more than willingly when Roy pushed him back. He scowled at the man's back as he pulled the curtains closed and dragged himself to his feet.
When Mustang had turned back to face him, he was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He shifted uneasily, knowing he no longer had the upper hand, but met Roy's gaze evenly, defiantly, even, as he raised his chin just a bit.
Mustang probably was expecting an explanation, or even possibly an apology, but Ed only pressed his lips tightly together in displeasure, refusing to respond to the unspoken question in the other man's look.
He sighed heavily and walked to the door, "You probably have more better things to do than to walk in here and do whatever you want, Fullmetal." Roy combed a hand through his hair, "So I suggest you leave already." He could fix his own uniform later after the blond left; it wasn't like Roy was expecting the other male to stay. It was never like that and Roy accepted it like that.
"And I'll be busy later so I'm afraid I won't be available for you and I to talk at all tonight. So sorry," but he wasn't apologetic, he just felt tired.
Walking to the coffee maker that was in the office for his convenience he started to pour himself a cup to help calm his nerves, already reaching for the bottle of whiskey that he kept in the cabinet underneath the coffee maker. A slash of whiskey and a cup of coffee should add some coherence to his otherwise scattered coherence.
Ed frowned deeply at the other man as he made his way to the coffee pot across the room. He'd half expected Roy to yell at him, to tell him he never wanted to see him again, but there was none of that, only a subtle sense of defeat lingering in the air.
Never having been one to take orders well, Ed ignored the suggestion that he leave and took the situation head on once more. He crossed the room and reached around Roy and pulled the coffee mug and whiskey bottle away from, before grasping the older man's shoulders and turning him to face Ed.
"I never said I was ready to leave," he smirked up at Mustang and leaned into him slightly, hand sliding downward.
He rubbed his hand against Roy's re-clothed erection, thinking that there were only two ways this would end, either in a sweaty heap over the desk, or with Mustang's fist to his jaw.
His cock dearly hoped it was the first scenario that would play out.
"What in the world...?" Roy blinked as his back pressed hard against the small table, a small pain flaring up his spine. "What do you think you are doing, Fullmetal," he challenged, not backing down.
Roy grimaced slightly at the kneading of his erection, the need rising once more in his body which he promptly stomped back down. His stare turned hard as he tried to figure out why Ed was deviating so much from what they had in their (unspoken) agreement upon when they first started this... illicit affair. He gripped the edge of the table with his fingers, his legs feeling like jelly as he fought to keep standing up.
"I believe," Ed grinned disarmingly as he paused for effect. "That I am rubbing your cock through your pants."
His fingers fumbled with the fastening on the clothing article in question and pulled them down along with Roy's underwear once more, before wrapping his flesh hand around the body part in question and stroking firmly.
"And now," he said, ignoring the look Mustang was leveling at him, still not wanting to think of what all of this meant. "I'm stroking it. Without your pants in the way."
Roy scoffed, "I can see that." He bit back a moan, trying to keep their conversation quiet and almost nonexistent. They never talked during their trysts and Roy saw no reason to do so now but Ed deviated. Somehow the rules changed and Roy wanted nothing more than to return them to what they once where. Those old rules were safe.
Now it was not.
There was no plan Roy could follow and he hated that. He moved a gloved hand to the wrist Ed used to stroke him, stopping him for a moment. "You know as well as I do we cannot do this here." His glare turned harder and more cold, "This is not safe."
Ed scowled back at Roy, and worked on variating the pressure of his hand, since he could no longer move it as he liked.
"You know as well as I do that no place we do this is safe. Would you like me to cover up the doors and windows, though? Would that make you feel more secure?" He sneered as he spoke the last word and rubbed his thumb over the leaking tip of Mustang's erection.
Why couldn't he just shut up and enjoy this? Why all the questions? Ed's scowl deepened in displeasure.
"You..." He snarled lightly, trying hard not to fall into the pleasure Ed was kneading into him, "Do you have any idea of what would happen if they catch us like this? You were the first one to move." Roy tried to remove Ed's hand but it wasn't so use.
Roy rolled his eye and looked at the closed window, trying to loosen the tell-tale grip he had on the table's edge--the only visible reaction that Roy had to Ed's manipulations.
"Hmmmm," Ed considered the question momentarily. "What would happen...Would that be before or after who ever may or may not walk in drops dead from shock?"
He thought of wrenching his wrist from Roy's grip but decided against it, dragging his automail hand up the lightly inside of the other man's thigh instead.
"Really, Mustang, I never pictured you as a worrywart."
"Well excuse me for wanting to be Fuhrer," he retorted, the last part of his statement almost dissolving into a moan. Roy tried to keep face but his knees buckled, causing him to grip harder on the table edge. He refused to let Ed seem him that vulnerable.
It didn't matter they fucked at night but that was when it was okay to do so. It was daylight, damn it, everything is out in the open and he was Ed's superior officer. Who was the blond supposed to be? A possessive lover? Roy snorted at that thought. Ridiculous. It's just fucking.
By all means, he should have ended this tryst a long time ago, immediately after the first time but Roy faltered. The sex was good enough to overlook the scandal it would cause but then again it might have been the moonlight.
"Fine," Ed snorted softly. "If you're so worried about it, I'll just have to hurry this along."
Without preamble the blonde sank to his knees once again, re-wrapping his mouth around Roy's cock, and sucked hard. He pulled Mustang's hand away from his wrist with his automail hand and fell quickly into what he'd been doing before, swirling his tongue around on sensitive skin and placing soft touches on other sensitive areas.
He liked this better, Mustang could talk his head off and he was under no obligation to answer. He just hoped that the older man wouldn't try to scalp him again.
He couldn't quite stop the gasp from his throat, his free hand falling to the table edge to grip it tightly once more. Roy's head fell to his chest as he tried to stop himself from being too vocal. Somewhere in the back of his head, he wondered if Ed had practiced this on someone else... The other alchemist had to be a natural.
Roy vehemently ignored the odd spike of something that choked his throat for unknown reasons. Why should he care where Ed learned? It was just sex. He let out his breath in a continue hiss before it hitched into soft pants.
Closing his eye, he reluctantly allowed Ed to do what he wanted, willing his head to try and think it was someone else.
Ed didn't bother to question the swell of pride in his chest as Roy's soft pants and exhalations reached his ears. It didn't seem the older man was going to allow him to fuck him in his office as Ed had originally hoped, but maybe, in some ways, bringing him off like this would just as good.
With that thought Ed focused on what he was doing, unconsciously doubling his effort to bring Roy off. He bobbed his head, moving as far down on Mustang's cock as he could stand, and swallowed, the taste of pre-cum heavy on his tongue.
His automail hand took the position his flesh hand had been in previously, gently caressing Roy's balls and the sensitive spot that rested directly behind them. His flesh hand stroked and squeezed the base of Roy's cock and his tongue teased the slit at its head.
Swallowing a grunt, he felt his muscles tighten before he coughed out, "Fu-Fullmetal... I-I'm going t-to..." His knuckles turned white from the grip they had on the table edge though unseen because of Roy's white gloves. Roy tucked his chin into his chest as he tried to hold back; not knowing what Ed wanted to do next, not caring what Ed wanted to do next. If he wanted to fuck him into his own desk, Roy didn't care.
His mind was gone and body was running on autopilot. All the body wanted was to have the lust sated and gone. Sweat dripped down his bare planes of his chest, his black hair clinging to his scalp with the moisture. His tongue felt dry but his mouth was wet. Roy swallowed the saliva back and wanted a drink of something.
A strangled moan left his throat as he came.
Even the bitter taste of pre-cum didn't prepare him for Roy Mustang orgasming in his mouth. His throat convulsed and he swallowed reflexively with a grimace.
He waited until the older man was fully soft in his mouth before pulling back (it was bad enough in his mouth, he didn't want any of it in his eyes or on his face, thank you very much) and standing, scrubbing his mouth with the back of his hand again.
The blonde watched Roy thoughtfully for a few seconds, then clapped, and touched his hands to the cloth still clinging to Mustang's sides, watching with a self-satisfied smirk as the uniform rewove itself around Roy. Once the reaction was finished, he pulled the older man's pants back up and fastened them carefully.
And then he leaned forward on his tiptoes, pressing his neglected erection into Roy's leg. He met the dark gaze evenly for a few moments and then drew in a deep breath. He allowed his forehead to rest against Mustang's for longer than he cared to think about, then sighed and moved toward the door, carefully not thinking about what had just occurred in this office.
"Enjoy your date tonight, Mustang," he called as he pulled open the door and walked out. "I'll be taking the rest of the day off."
Roy slumped against the table, his mug rolling off and dropping onto the floor but thankfully not shattering upon impact. His body slide along with it, a shaking hand reaching for the mug before setting it back onto the table top. The brunet reached for the discarded Whiskey bottle and unscrewed the top, taking a large swig out of it.
"...That could've been worse. And this whiskey is terrible Maes, really terrible." He saluted the ceiling with the bottle as if it were a glass of champagne, an ironic smile on his lips as he shook his head in disbelief.
He stayed that way until noon, only standing up on his shaking legs moments before Hawkeye came in through the door to remind him about his routine check.
† To Be Continued †
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Author: Lucifer Hisaki/luciferhisaki as Roy and freaky_zero as Edward
Rating: NC-17 like Whoa.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Edward Elric/Roy Mustang
Summary: Ed and Roy are having casual sex. It's supposed to mean nothing but later on it turns into something. Uke!Roy appearance! xD;
Disclaimer: Neither I or my partner own FMA.
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His cheek dug into the rough cotton of the motel bed sheets, his eye-patch's edges riding up slightly, the skin underneath rubbing itself raw against the woolen black cloth and the rough cotton just underneath his face. Mouth closed tight, he grunted, thrusting back, rolling his hips, eyes not open to look back at the expression on the other's face. Not wanting to see what the other looked like when they were doing this sort of act.
There was a set of unspoken rules they both agreed on.
Never to kiss on the lips--they weren't dating or in a relationship.
Never staring openly at the other's face--what's there to see?
Never ask for the story behind the scars other than what is already known--Roy never told or shown the true intensity of what actually was behind his eye-patch, he never planned to in the future.
Never to make this more than what it was--it's only a fuck, nothing more, nothing less.
Roy's hips burned with the feel of cold and warm touches, aching with a present pain that he chose to ignored. There would be bruises later but he wouldn't mind. He never did. No one would see them anyway. It wasn't like he had anyone to come home to, or anyone to visit. He always had them covered after all. It was their big secret. Their tryst.
Sweat-drenched black hair clung to his skin, his breathing heavy, the occasional vocalized pant escaping his throat. His fingers dug into the white stark sheets, his erection achingly untouched by human hands slide over the fabrics resting on the bed, the friction erupting small sparks behind his eyelids. Knuckles white, he closed his eyes tighter and willed his head empty. He wanted to savor the feelings, the touches, the neediness of their actions. Thinking would only bring thoughts he didn't want to surface.
Now wasn't the time to think.
It was only a good fuck, after all.
Ed wasn't sure how it had started. If anyone were to ask him, he would probably stare blankly in lieu of an answer. But he wasn't worried about being asked about it; no one knew. No one would ever know. This wasn't anything more than stress relief, and it certainly wasn't something he would bring home to tell Al about.
At best, it was only sex, a sweaty conjoining of bodies before the inevitable climax; at worst, it was fucking, rough thrusts and gripping hands that left bruises.
He wouldn't say he didn't enjoy it, he wouldn't be here if he didn't, but it wasn't something he couldn't live without.
For the most part he focused on bringing them both off as efficiently and pleasantly as possible, thinking of nothing more than release as he moved in and out of the other man's body.
He reached around with his automail hand, making sure to see to the pleasure of his bedmate even as his own orgasm hovered near; then they were both stiffening, perspiring torsos pressed tightly together, and it was over.
Ed pulled out and away as quickly as he could manage, rolling off the bed and suppressing a shiver as the cold air hit his overheated body.
He dressed in silence; there were no words, no pillow talk, no post-coital cuddling.
They aren't necessary. This is only fucking.
Roy refrained from sighing once Ed left his body, even if it was in relief. Not bothering to watch Ed dress, he sat up in the bed, running a hand through his damp hair and rolled his shoulders. Calmly with slight shivers of after-orgasm effects, he slid off the bed quietly and walking straight into the bathroom. By the time he walked out again, Ed had left.
Striding back to the bed, he settled on the edge and stares out the window, wondering what he should order for room service. The room was under his name and he can't leave just yet. In the morning, he vowed, I'll be gone by morning. But he won't sleep.
He can't.
A hand reaching for the telephone, he ordered a bottle of whiskey and a quick meal of steak and other sides. Groping around for his boxers, he slipped them on, spotting something in the pile of clothes that were his own. He recognized a white glove in the bunch that does not belong to him. It's Ed's.
Roy smirked lightly, placing it on the nightstand, sparing it no other look. Gathering the rest of his clothes, he hung them in the provided closet, spying the ironing board and complimentary iron.
A knock of the door came to his attention and he places a smile (a little faked) on his face, greeting the attending and thanking her for the service. He tipped her well before dropping the tray and bottle on the table, plopping down to eat his meal in silence.
Stealing a look outside the window, Roy muttered to himself, "It's raining."
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Ed was barely two blocks away from the hotel when the first cold drops of rain splattered themselves across the bridge of his nose. He cursed his luck under his breath and wished futilely that he'd called a cab from the hotel. But calling a cab would have meant staying in that room for far longer than he was comfortable staying.
He shivered and pulled his coat tighter around himself as the rain began to pound furiously down around him.
"Damn Mustang," he muttered to himself as he attempted to walk faster. "Somehow this is all his fault."
It was always Mustang's fault.
After what seemed like forever, he found himself in the doorway of the small apartment that he shared with his brother. It was dark, but he hadn't really expected Al to still be awake; it had taken him quite a while to make it back in the rain.
He stripped down in the hall, in an effort to keep from dripping all over the floors, and tossed his wet clothes into the laundry room as he passed it. He toweled his hair off quickly in the bathroom before heading to the room he and his brother shared.
Al murmured something that sounded a lot like 'brother' as he crawled into bed, and so he answered his brother with a soft, 'I'm home' and hoped that was enough. When his head hit his pillow he closed his eyes and did his best not to think of anything.
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Meal finished, Roy gripped the bottle of whiskey by the neck and took a swig out of it. The room had cooled down from the intensity and warmth that seemed to enveloped when Ed was there. He shrugged at the stray thought and took another gulp of burning liquor. The rain crashed against the window like hail, Roy smirked.
The rain was a pleasant sound when he felt like making it as such. Normally, he would think of bullets and Ishbal but two years in a snowy northern outpost made him appreciate the rain more. It allowed him to be vulnerable. His mask cracked, his grin widening.
Light from the bathroom bounced off the stars and stripes of his uniform. Roy turned away from the sight and took another gulp from the whiskey, the bottle hanging loosely from numb fingers.
Slipping through his cold fingers, Roy smiled darkly at the sound of glass shattering on wood. The liquor spilled like webs onto the floor, filling the crevices between the boards. The alchemist watched it spread and noted, "That was terrible whiskey. Wasn't it, Maes? I could've done better. Much better."
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When it was obvious that he wasn't going to be getting any sleep, Ed rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. He watched the lightning flashes that filtered in from the window dance in odd patterns and tried to ignore the thunder-crashes that somehow still managed to fill him with unease.
His restless mind fell to a habit he'd developed as a child: listing the components of a human body.
Water, 35 liters. Carbon, 25 kilograms. Ammonia, 4 liters. Lime, 1.5 kilograms. Phosphorus, 800 grams. Salt, 250 grams. Saltpeter, 100 grams. Sulfur, 80 grams. Fluorine, 7.5 grams. Iron, 5 grams. Silicon, 3 grams...
And traces of 15 other elements.
He sighed, and shifted onto his side as silently as he could manage. He didn't want to disturb Al, after all. Pillowing his cheek on his automail he started the list again.
Water, 35 liters...
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Morning came and Roy found himself signing out of the motel lobby, his uniform freshly ironed and perfect. The brass on the dark blue shined brightly in the lights of the motel lobby and he found himself smiling lightly at the quite attractive woman before him.
No one would care that he was wearing a day or two old uniform simply because there was nothing wrong with it. He made extra sure that Ed was careful during their tryst the night before and gave his uniform, his mask and shield a good look over.
His head ached slightly from a hangover but it was nothing no coffee would erase. The sun had risen and there was hardly a cloud in the sky. Roy had to shield his eye, it was so bright. In his head, he went over what he remembered Hawkeye had scheduled for him today. I believe it's a routine inspection? Or something of the like, if she was frowning as deeply as she was. That should lightened up the load of paperwork, she would no doubt have set for me to finish today. Oh well, it's not as if I had anything else planned.
Walking toward Central headquarters, down a new route he never bothered with before. He spied a lovely lady waiting a table and grinned softly, "A cup of coffee right now would probably be nice." Roy walked over, head high and plastered a flirtatious smile on his face.
He and Ed weren't committed to each other. It was just fucking, after all. Roy was free to do what he wanted and so was Ed. If anything, they had both promised themselves that the last fucking session they had was their last. Deeply inside him, Roy knew that was not the case.
Though now... I think I don't mind having something to do tonight... It has been an awfully long time since I had some real company and dated. Might as well start again, now, right?
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The day started entirely too early for Edward's liking. Alphonse rolled him from his bed shortly after the sun had risen and Ed had gotten up without too much protest; anything for his baby brother.
There had been a shower and breakfast, then fighting over the bathroom sink with Al as they brushed their teeth. After that there had been small talk over his latest experiments as he took his time dressing and Alphonse threw together a boxed lunch for him.
Finally his brother had pushed him out the door, lunch in hand, an hour and a half prior to his shift, giving him the same goodbye he gave him every day.
"Hurry and get going, brother. If you don't leave now, you'll never make it on time. I'll see you when you get home."
And Al was mostly right about that, Ed mused, as he made his way down the block, because Edward never hurried to work. He ambled, every morning, in the direction of Headquarters, never taking the same route twice in a row. Sometimes he made it on time, sometimes he did not, but few took notice of his comings and goings.
It was a perk of being a famous state alchemist, he assumed, never really bothering to think much of it beyond that. If the military was still idiotic enough to let him take advantage of them, he certainly wasn't going to complain about it.
This morning he took a left where he might've taken a right, and rounded a corner where he might've gone straight, only to find himself walking past a quaint little outdoor cafe. The same cafe where Roy Mustang happened to be flirting with a waitress.
At first he considered turning around and going the opposite direction, but that seemed too much like avoidance or running away, and he had no reason to run away or avoid Roy. So he continued walking past at the same steady pace.
A loud snort escaped him, one that sounded almost disapproving (though that was ridiculous because it wasn't as if he or Mustang owed each other anything, so why would he disapprove of however the other man decided to waste his time?), as Roy's flirtatious offer for dinner reached his ears.
He bit his tongue to keep himself from saying anything and kept walking by.
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Her name was Alexis and she had a very beautiful mane of light brown hair. Roy smiled at her when he said so, causing a magnificent blush to grace her lips. He swirled his coffee around with the spoon they had given him as he subtly eyed her body and noted she had very good legs. Almost endless.
The coffee wasn't the best he had but the company--oh her laugh!--was one of a kind. Roy actually toyed with the idea of not going to work at all but decided not to go through with it. Most likely Hawkeye would actually castrate him on sight if he did. Sighing, Roy took another bite of the bagel he bought and asked her, "How about say... a dinner for you and I to talk more? You sound very~ interesting."
His smile was one of his best "on-the-prowl" grins and the woman was bedazzled and nodded a brisk agreement. "How about at Luke's, Mr. Mustang? I'm just been dying to go back there for their dinner special." Her smile was warm and light-hearted.
"Luke's? You mean that Pasta place over at 7th street? I think I know of it," Roy smirked, "Sounds good, shall I pick you up here at say... 1800? Oh and please, Ms. Alexis. Call me Roy."
In the corner of his eye, he thought he saw a familiar mane of blond but thought nothing of it. He was probably imagining it. Shrugging, he smiled at her, finishing the rest of his bagel in a few more bites before draining the rest of his coffee, standing up. Roy took her hand and kissed the back of it. "I'll be here at 1800 hours, my dear."
The rest of the walk to work was uneventful, and much quicker than it would have been on any other day. It wasn't because he was angry, he wasn't, but the thought of arriving to the office before Mustang appealed to him.
As he strode through the main doors of Headquarters an idea began to form in the back of his mind. By the time he'd plopped into the chair behind his desk, early for the first time he could remember, his plan was fully developed.
Propping his feet up on the edge of his desk, he allowed himself a small smirk and leaned back to wait for his superior officer to arrive.
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He entered the door of his office, scratching the edge of his eye-patch, nodding at Hawkeye who frowned deeply at him. So he was quite possibly more than half an hour later (an hour and a half actually but that's besides the point), it wasn't that terrible as long as he showed up right? He shrugged at the Major and just smirked at her, taking the written schedule she had for him out of her hands.
Flipping through it, he rolled his good eye and just shook his head. Fire station routine check, again? Didn't I do this last week? He was pretty sure he was but whatever. He didn't need to head out until after 1200 hours. The rest of his schedule included several meetings but nothing really important and could easily be rescheduled if need be.
"Major, reschedule Knotter, Freston, Schuler and..." He glanced at his schedule again, "Elric. I have plans tonight and I rather have everything that needs looking into done before 1800 hours."
He perked an eyebrow at her and smirked at Havoc, walking to his private office, closing the door behind him. Roy tossed the schedule onto his desk before discarding his black coat, hanging it on the coat rack before rolling his neck. Already on his desk was a stack of papers that needed a signature, particularly his signature. Sighing over dramatically, Roy strode over and plopped down into his leather chair and started to get to work.
It was a deviation from their routine and it went against all of their unspoken rules, but he didn't care. He'd barely glanced at the new schedule Hawkeye had set on his desk before climbing to his feet. He'd heard the bastard come in, and say something to Hawkeye in the outer office; probably something about this sudden schedule change.
A frown formed his face as he made his way over to heavy wooden door that was the entrance to Mustang's office. (Or would it be Roy's hiding place, since Ed rarely saw the man in his side of the office.) He'd be damned if he'd do the bastard's work for him.
He knocked, but didn't wait for permission to enter. His fingers automatically turned the lock as he slipped in silently and pulled the door closed behind him. Ed paused for a moment, trying to think of just what he was doing. He knew what he wanted, but this was new, uncharted territory, and he wasn't quite certain he knew how to get it.
But he wasn't going to ask for it, and uncertainty had never stopped him before. So he strode boldly over to the other man and yanked the chair he was seated in out and away from the desk, to give him the room for exactly what he wanted.
Roy didn't look up from his paperwork when he heard the knock and the door open. There would only be one person that would actually mock politeness so much. Edward Elric. He fought off a tugging at his lips to smirk. Concentrating on his reading, he signed the paper with a more leisure pace than usual, going as far to make it look elegant.
The carpet muffled the blond's footsteps but Roy keenly heard them nonetheless, it was the only warning he had before Ed suddenly dragged his chair away from the desk. Thankfully, he was only reading something and not signing. Roy doubted Hawkeye would enjoy a large tear in the paper from being forcibly pulled away, dragging the tip of the pen hard until the paper tore.
Eyeing the blond for the moment, Roy shrugged and returned to his reading, "Something you need Fullmetal?"
Despite this being deviant from normal, Roy had every intention to try and keep a sense of normalcy into this situation. It was easier to keep it that way. Especially since, Roy didn't know any other way to encounter Ed in the day. At night, it was simple. It was primal but daylight laid everything the shadows hid into plain sight.
Ed was proud that he managed to pluck the report away from Mustang without ripping it. He let it go in the general direction of the desk, but he thought he heard it hit the floor as he put his arms on either side the other man, in an effort to keep him in the chair.
He stared at the other man silently for a few moments, appreciating the dark gaze in a way he never had before, though he had no intentions of admitting it to himself.
"Don't talk," he growled lowly before turning his attention to Mustang's uniform.
He tugged gently at it once, then twice, and then he put oomph into the motion, ripping fabric and popping the buttons off, saving himself the hassle of having to unbutton the blasted thing. Doubtless, Roy wasn't happy about it, but he could fix it later with alchemy, or the other man could do it himself.
Startled at Ed taking the paper out of his hands, he glanced up at the blond in question when Ed's arms more or less pinned him into his chair. Whatever it was in the other alchemist's gaze, Roy knew it was fiery and didn't look more into it. He stared back evenly into it and tested what freedom he had in the chair to move with. Not much from what he could tell. A quick glance at the door told him that the door was locked shut.
Mouth shut, he glared lightly at the blond's actions to disrobing him. He is so fixing that later. Whatever Ed had in mind, it was completely deviant from normal. They had never done this in the office before, preferring random motel rooms where hardly anyone recognized them.
An affair, especially a same sex affair, between an officer and his subordinate was media frenzy scandal. Particularly if it was between the infamous Flame Alchemist and the Hero of the People, The Fullmetal Alchemist. If Roy had any aspirations for becoming Fuhrer that was the one scandal he could do without.
Roy's hands gripped lightly on the armrests as his bare chest met the cool air of his office, the remnants of his undershirt and uniform jacket pushed to the sides and slightly down his arms.
Ed ran his hands slowly up Mustang's sides, taking in the pale expanse of skin revealed to him. He leaned in, resting his forehead against the junction of the other man's shoulder and neck, and inhaled deeply. He pressed his lips to Roy's neck, and felt his heart beat before licking the sensitive skin and nibbling on it gently.
His hands traveled back down the other man's sides, to his hips and then around to the front of his pants. As he wrested the pants open he bit down harder on the skin beneath his lips, hard enough to leave a mark, which, somewhere in the depths of his mind, was exactly what he'd wanted to do.
He tugged Roy's pants and underwear down over his hips in a rather swift motion, leaving the other man exposed to his sight. A sight he rather appreciated, though he'd never admit it. Ed moved his attentions away from Roy's neck and up to his ear.
"I," he whispered softly. "Am going to Fuck. You. Raw."
He grinned at his words before allowing his teeth to close around the soft ear lobe in front of him.
Mouth gape, Roy leaned back in his chair, not knowing what to do. He didn't dare let any noise escape from him, the room wasn't sound proofed the last time he checked and no doubtfully he would notice if Ed had done so. He gripped the armrests tighter but not tight enough to make his knuckles go white.
The cool air jolted his reluctantly growing erection to life. A tightening of his throat prevented a gasp--of want, of lust--to escape in response to Ed's words. He bit down hard on the inside of his cheek, reopening the recently closed bite wound from last night, a tangy crimson metallic taste filling his mouth. Roy turned his eyes away from the blond and forced his body to relax.
Idly, Roy thought of going to the convenience store later to buy some cover up cream to hide the markings on his neck though he doubted his date later would care to join him in his bed just yet. The gaze in his visible eye dimmed as he allowed himself to distant himself from what was happening, opting to think about his dinner date with Alexis.
It wasn't part of the rules that Roy had to pay attention.
Ed entertained himself with stroking Roy's burgeoning erection with his automail for a few moments, while he considered what his next move should be. He didn't know what he'd expected when he'd come in here; this was out of his realm of experience, but he'd wanted more of a reaction from Roy than what he'd gotten. It was almost as if the other man wasn't even paying attention to what was happening anymore.
He nibbled his lip thoughtfully and considered what he could do to the other man. Roy was practically laying bare and willing before him, after all. Briefly he wondered what he thought he was doing here; proving something to Mustang? But hadn't it moved past that already?
He pushed the unwelcome thought away and sank to his knees before the other man. This was something else he had never done before and pressing a soft bite to the inside of the pale thigh he tried not to think of the line he was more than likely crossing.
Moving closer, he pulled Roy's erection into his mouth, mindful of his teeth, and sucked softly.
A strange wet warmth around his erection caused him to blink and glanced down at Ed in shock. What...? All thoughts of Alexis and dinner fled his mind as his body sunk more into his chair, body feeling limp. His breath hitched and Roy fought a moan.
His hand grasped the armrests tighter, Roy forcing his gaze away from Ed's act, not exactly wanting to see the blond taking him into his mouth. It was supposed to be only a fuck, nothing more, nothing less. So why did a voice in the back of his head said the lines were starting to blur? Roy shook his head vehemently, dissolving the voice for the moment.
Now wasn't the time for that.
Roy bit harder on his bottom lip, eyes set on the ceiling, trying to count the tiles, doing his damn hardest to distant himself from the present.
It wasn't quite what he expected, the taste of Roy bitter and heavy on his tongue, but he didn't pull back. In fact he did just the opposite and attempted to pull more of the man into his mouth. He ran his tongue over the head of other man's cock, dragging his rough taste buds over the sensitive skin.
His hand was still wrapped around the base of Mustang's erection, to make up for what his mouth couldn't accommodate, and he slid his flesh hand up between Roy's legs. He sucked harder, swirling his tongue even as his fingers found what they were looking for and he couldn't keep from blushing as he rolled and weighed Roy's balls carefully in the palm of his hand.
Roy shivered lightly at the touch of a warm hand on the inside of his leg, dislodging one hand from an armrest to set it lightly on the back of Ed's head, touching the other Alchemist's hair for the first time. It was soft, he noted in the back of his head (the part not clouded by pleasure and desire), almost like satin and silk. He threaded his calloused fingers through the mane. The sun bounced off of it delightfully.
Sun...? He stole a quick glanced at the window behind him, eyes widening. They didn't bother to close the curtains, anyone could be able to see them and what they were doing if they only looked, despite Roy's office being on the third floor of the building but nonetheless!
"Fu-Fullmetal," he groaned out softly, trying to keep quite, the beginnings of orgasm building in his groin, "We... h-have to... stop." His muscles tightened and tensed, head dropping forward to his chest, fingers clenching tightly on Ed's hair.
Ed suppressed his growl at hearing that name in the situation they were in. Hadn't he told the blasted man not to talk? He considered, for all of half a second, pulling away and asking why, but then his interest in what he was doing overwhelmed his curiosity.
He hummed lightly in response to Mustang's words, and contented himself with that as he moved his fingers from where they were exploring the texture of Roy's balls to drag lightly across the skin behind them and straightening his thumb to rub it against the base of the other man's erection.
He sucked harder, mind half preoccupied with wondering how this must feel and if he were even doing it correctly.
Hissing, he pulled tighter on Ed's hair, not caring if he ripped away more than a bunch of strands. "I said... stop." His visible eye flashed sapphire as he glared at Ed, pushing the blond away from him, his erection wet and straining for touch. He would deal with that later.
Roy pulled the remnants of his jacket and shirt back onto his shoulders and slipped his pants and underwear back up before walking to the window and closing the curtain. He didn't dare say anything or even look at the blond. Another first. Roy never, ever denied Ed anything during these tryst but Roy refused to let them happen during the day. At night, it was safe. During the day was not.
Back straight with tension, Roy didn't bother to voice out, What were you thinking?! His entire body posture did it for him.
Ed winced as his hair was pulled on painfully and moved away more than willingly when Roy pushed him back. He scowled at the man's back as he pulled the curtains closed and dragged himself to his feet.
When Mustang had turned back to face him, he was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He shifted uneasily, knowing he no longer had the upper hand, but met Roy's gaze evenly, defiantly, even, as he raised his chin just a bit.
Mustang probably was expecting an explanation, or even possibly an apology, but Ed only pressed his lips tightly together in displeasure, refusing to respond to the unspoken question in the other man's look.
He sighed heavily and walked to the door, "You probably have more better things to do than to walk in here and do whatever you want, Fullmetal." Roy combed a hand through his hair, "So I suggest you leave already." He could fix his own uniform later after the blond left; it wasn't like Roy was expecting the other male to stay. It was never like that and Roy accepted it like that.
"And I'll be busy later so I'm afraid I won't be available for you and I to talk at all tonight. So sorry," but he wasn't apologetic, he just felt tired.
Walking to the coffee maker that was in the office for his convenience he started to pour himself a cup to help calm his nerves, already reaching for the bottle of whiskey that he kept in the cabinet underneath the coffee maker. A slash of whiskey and a cup of coffee should add some coherence to his otherwise scattered coherence.
Ed frowned deeply at the other man as he made his way to the coffee pot across the room. He'd half expected Roy to yell at him, to tell him he never wanted to see him again, but there was none of that, only a subtle sense of defeat lingering in the air.
Never having been one to take orders well, Ed ignored the suggestion that he leave and took the situation head on once more. He crossed the room and reached around Roy and pulled the coffee mug and whiskey bottle away from, before grasping the older man's shoulders and turning him to face Ed.
"I never said I was ready to leave," he smirked up at Mustang and leaned into him slightly, hand sliding downward.
He rubbed his hand against Roy's re-clothed erection, thinking that there were only two ways this would end, either in a sweaty heap over the desk, or with Mustang's fist to his jaw.
His cock dearly hoped it was the first scenario that would play out.
"What in the world...?" Roy blinked as his back pressed hard against the small table, a small pain flaring up his spine. "What do you think you are doing, Fullmetal," he challenged, not backing down.
Roy grimaced slightly at the kneading of his erection, the need rising once more in his body which he promptly stomped back down. His stare turned hard as he tried to figure out why Ed was deviating so much from what they had in their (unspoken) agreement upon when they first started this... illicit affair. He gripped the edge of the table with his fingers, his legs feeling like jelly as he fought to keep standing up.
"I believe," Ed grinned disarmingly as he paused for effect. "That I am rubbing your cock through your pants."
His fingers fumbled with the fastening on the clothing article in question and pulled them down along with Roy's underwear once more, before wrapping his flesh hand around the body part in question and stroking firmly.
"And now," he said, ignoring the look Mustang was leveling at him, still not wanting to think of what all of this meant. "I'm stroking it. Without your pants in the way."
Roy scoffed, "I can see that." He bit back a moan, trying to keep their conversation quiet and almost nonexistent. They never talked during their trysts and Roy saw no reason to do so now but Ed deviated. Somehow the rules changed and Roy wanted nothing more than to return them to what they once where. Those old rules were safe.
Now it was not.
There was no plan Roy could follow and he hated that. He moved a gloved hand to the wrist Ed used to stroke him, stopping him for a moment. "You know as well as I do we cannot do this here." His glare turned harder and more cold, "This is not safe."
Ed scowled back at Roy, and worked on variating the pressure of his hand, since he could no longer move it as he liked.
"You know as well as I do that no place we do this is safe. Would you like me to cover up the doors and windows, though? Would that make you feel more secure?" He sneered as he spoke the last word and rubbed his thumb over the leaking tip of Mustang's erection.
Why couldn't he just shut up and enjoy this? Why all the questions? Ed's scowl deepened in displeasure.
"You..." He snarled lightly, trying hard not to fall into the pleasure Ed was kneading into him, "Do you have any idea of what would happen if they catch us like this? You were the first one to move." Roy tried to remove Ed's hand but it wasn't so use.
Roy rolled his eye and looked at the closed window, trying to loosen the tell-tale grip he had on the table's edge--the only visible reaction that Roy had to Ed's manipulations.
"Hmmmm," Ed considered the question momentarily. "What would happen...Would that be before or after who ever may or may not walk in drops dead from shock?"
He thought of wrenching his wrist from Roy's grip but decided against it, dragging his automail hand up the lightly inside of the other man's thigh instead.
"Really, Mustang, I never pictured you as a worrywart."
"Well excuse me for wanting to be Fuhrer," he retorted, the last part of his statement almost dissolving into a moan. Roy tried to keep face but his knees buckled, causing him to grip harder on the table edge. He refused to let Ed seem him that vulnerable.
It didn't matter they fucked at night but that was when it was okay to do so. It was daylight, damn it, everything is out in the open and he was Ed's superior officer. Who was the blond supposed to be? A possessive lover? Roy snorted at that thought. Ridiculous. It's just fucking.
By all means, he should have ended this tryst a long time ago, immediately after the first time but Roy faltered. The sex was good enough to overlook the scandal it would cause but then again it might have been the moonlight.
"Fine," Ed snorted softly. "If you're so worried about it, I'll just have to hurry this along."
Without preamble the blonde sank to his knees once again, re-wrapping his mouth around Roy's cock, and sucked hard. He pulled Mustang's hand away from his wrist with his automail hand and fell quickly into what he'd been doing before, swirling his tongue around on sensitive skin and placing soft touches on other sensitive areas.
He liked this better, Mustang could talk his head off and he was under no obligation to answer. He just hoped that the older man wouldn't try to scalp him again.
He couldn't quite stop the gasp from his throat, his free hand falling to the table edge to grip it tightly once more. Roy's head fell to his chest as he tried to stop himself from being too vocal. Somewhere in the back of his head, he wondered if Ed had practiced this on someone else... The other alchemist had to be a natural.
Roy vehemently ignored the odd spike of something that choked his throat for unknown reasons. Why should he care where Ed learned? It was just sex. He let out his breath in a continue hiss before it hitched into soft pants.
Closing his eye, he reluctantly allowed Ed to do what he wanted, willing his head to try and think it was someone else.
Ed didn't bother to question the swell of pride in his chest as Roy's soft pants and exhalations reached his ears. It didn't seem the older man was going to allow him to fuck him in his office as Ed had originally hoped, but maybe, in some ways, bringing him off like this would just as good.
With that thought Ed focused on what he was doing, unconsciously doubling his effort to bring Roy off. He bobbed his head, moving as far down on Mustang's cock as he could stand, and swallowed, the taste of pre-cum heavy on his tongue.
His automail hand took the position his flesh hand had been in previously, gently caressing Roy's balls and the sensitive spot that rested directly behind them. His flesh hand stroked and squeezed the base of Roy's cock and his tongue teased the slit at its head.
Swallowing a grunt, he felt his muscles tighten before he coughed out, "Fu-Fullmetal... I-I'm going t-to..." His knuckles turned white from the grip they had on the table edge though unseen because of Roy's white gloves. Roy tucked his chin into his chest as he tried to hold back; not knowing what Ed wanted to do next, not caring what Ed wanted to do next. If he wanted to fuck him into his own desk, Roy didn't care.
His mind was gone and body was running on autopilot. All the body wanted was to have the lust sated and gone. Sweat dripped down his bare planes of his chest, his black hair clinging to his scalp with the moisture. His tongue felt dry but his mouth was wet. Roy swallowed the saliva back and wanted a drink of something.
A strangled moan left his throat as he came.
Even the bitter taste of pre-cum didn't prepare him for Roy Mustang orgasming in his mouth. His throat convulsed and he swallowed reflexively with a grimace.
He waited until the older man was fully soft in his mouth before pulling back (it was bad enough in his mouth, he didn't want any of it in his eyes or on his face, thank you very much) and standing, scrubbing his mouth with the back of his hand again.
The blonde watched Roy thoughtfully for a few seconds, then clapped, and touched his hands to the cloth still clinging to Mustang's sides, watching with a self-satisfied smirk as the uniform rewove itself around Roy. Once the reaction was finished, he pulled the older man's pants back up and fastened them carefully.
And then he leaned forward on his tiptoes, pressing his neglected erection into Roy's leg. He met the dark gaze evenly for a few moments and then drew in a deep breath. He allowed his forehead to rest against Mustang's for longer than he cared to think about, then sighed and moved toward the door, carefully not thinking about what had just occurred in this office.
"Enjoy your date tonight, Mustang," he called as he pulled open the door and walked out. "I'll be taking the rest of the day off."
Roy slumped against the table, his mug rolling off and dropping onto the floor but thankfully not shattering upon impact. His body slide along with it, a shaking hand reaching for the mug before setting it back onto the table top. The brunet reached for the discarded Whiskey bottle and unscrewed the top, taking a large swig out of it.
"...That could've been worse. And this whiskey is terrible Maes, really terrible." He saluted the ceiling with the bottle as if it were a glass of champagne, an ironic smile on his lips as he shook his head in disbelief.
He stayed that way until noon, only standing up on his shaking legs moments before Hawkeye came in through the door to remind him about his routine check.
† To Be Continued †
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