Mercurial Passion: RP Log
Title: Untitled RP Log (3/?)
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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"Al, is this really necessary? I really do need to be doing research...," Ed trailed off and gave his little brother an exasperated look as they stood in front of a relatively high end restaurant that he had no interest in going into.
"Yes, Ed, it's really necessary. Because while I was gone someone," Al paused and glared at the elder Elric. "Ate all of the food in the house and didn't bother to go grocery shopping in order to replace it. Since there is no food in the house and I happen to be hungry, we came to a restaurant.
"You need to eat just as much as I do, brother, so suck it up. We're getting dinner," he sighed as he caught Edward's annoyed look and attempted to soothe his brother a bit by guilting him into it as opposed to just forcing his rather bullheaded older sibling.
"Please, Ed, can't you just enjoy it? It's been a while since we've gone out to eat together...," he trailed off and gave his brother a pleading look that he'd perfected during childhood.
Ed rolled his eyes and pulled the door open for Al. He never had been able to say no to those damned puppy dog eyes.
"Well, hurry it up," he sighed. "The sooner we're done here, the sooner I can get back to my work."
Al grinned and preceded Ed into the restaurant. The room was dim compared to the light outside and the blonde blinked rapidly as his vision adjusted. He scanned the room once it had as Al spoke to the matre'd about a table.
His eyes caught sight of a familiar head of black hair bent next to one of an unfamiliar shade of a much lighter brunette. Plastering on his very best smile, though on the inside he was doing anything but, Ed strode across the room ignoring the protests of his brother and their seater and plopped down in a seat across from one Roy Mustang.
"Why, General," he drawled. "Fancy seeing you here."
Al reached his brother's side seconds after his greeting, somewhat out of breath after hurrying after the shorter alchemist.
"Brother, why --"
"Look, Al," Ed's grin grew marginally as he looked up at his brother. "It's the General, isn't that a coincidence?"
Roy glanced at the unwanted intruder, his hand still in Alexis's, promptly ignoring his subordinate as he continued, "I must say that this book I have been read is quite intriguing. Although a bit confusing and I am so glad that you and I can discuss this since I usually talk Alchemy Journals with my fellow Alchemists, which can be boring at times. It is always refreshing to read a bit of cultural fiction, no?"
The brunette laughed, eyeing the blond male that sat at their table with some unease before turning her attention back to Roy. If Roy wasn't going to say anything then why should she? He was handsome, polite, and very~ alluring. "Oh yes, it is very fascinating to read. Though I mostly read it during my breaks at the cafe, Roy. I'm afraid I haven't exactly reached the part where you are. But you won't spoil me that much would you? I so hate to learn the ending too soon!"
Alexis moved closer to Roy and leaned against him, taking in his smell and allowing it to wrap around her. This man might just be the one for her. She smiled at her date and snuggled up to him, feeling "cold" all of the sudden. He really did spoil her. "Do you think I can spend the night with you or am I... rushing things too early?"
He shrugged lightly, nodding in greeting to Alphonse, "Well considering I don't have work tomorrow, I don't see why not, really." Roy smiled at her, rubbing his bare thumb against the back of her hand as he did with all his dates on the third one, not really meaning to mislead her but it was habit, routine. He didn't know what else to do.
Turning to Alphonse, he introduced her and only the younger Elric to Alexis, "So Alphonse, what are you doing here?"
"I- We-- I thought it might be nice to go out to dinner with brother," Al answered, grabbing his brother's arm. "I-I'm sorry, we don't mean to be a bother."
He tugged on the arm in his grasp rather frantically, more than a little embarrassed. "Come on, brother, the owner has a nice table waiting for us over there. We don't want to bother the General and his nice lady friend."
It was amazing the amount of restraint it took to keep his rage at Mustang's ignoring him from exploding, but somehow the blonde managed to do it. Ed resisted the pulling on his arm by jerking it out of his brother's grip and pulling it back down to his side.
"Don't be ridiculous, Al," he smiled benignly at his brother. "Isn't this what you wanted? To go out and socialize? And the General never said he minded." He turned his smile to the General's 'lady friend'.
"You must be Alexis," he purred, turning on the charm as best he knew how and hoping his looks would take care of the rest (he might not have been Roy Mustang, but he knew he wasn't shabby in the looks department).
"We've heard so much about you from General Mustang; it's a pleasure to finally meet you." He held out his left hand for her to shake.
"I'm Lieutenant Colonel Edward Elric, and this is my brother Alphonse."
Eyebrow twitching, Roy refrained from sighing as he turned to look at Ed, "Oh, so you're here. Sorry, Fullmetal. I suppose I just didn't see you. Interesting considering I usually don't see you at all in the first place." His lips curled into a smirked as Alexis laughed merrily, shaking the blond's offered hand.
"A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Elric, Lt. Colonel Elric," Alexis greeted happily, leaning up against Roy more who seemed not to mind one bit, "Oh and it's no problem. There certainly enough room, isn't there, Roy?" She looked up at him and smiled politely.
Roy shook his head, "No, there isn't really though I thought you rather we be have our date in private, Alexis. Or shall we just continue our privacy later tonight?" Smiling at her, he wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her closer, not caring what Ed or Alphonse thought, especially what Ed thought. He was entitled to date women, after all. And Alexis was very interesting.
He gave her a small peck on the cheek and stole one of her bread sticks which she playfully slapped him for.
"Oh stop that. You know I don't like you stealing stuff from me." She gave a long appreciative look at Ed but he wasn't as handsome to her as Roy was. He was just that alluring, her Roy, and so much fun. Hopefully, they could finally make it to base two or three. Hell, a home run would be great too. She smiled deviously at Roy, holding his hand tighter.
"Ah, no one can blame you for not seeing me, General. You're half blind, after all," Ed returned smoothly to Roy's insult on his height, reaching out and pulling his brother into the empty chair next to him.
Al felt lightheaded at the tension running through the air between Mustang and his brother. What in the world was Ed thinking? He squeaked unhappily as he landed in the chair, but made no move to escape. Someone had to be here to keep things from exploding in the end, he supposed.
Ed, meanwhile, paid no attention to his disgruntled sibling and turned back to Alexis with a look on his face that said he found her to be the most interesting thing in the room. He forced a heartfelt chuckle as the pair across from him flirted to the point that it caused nausea to roil in his stomach.
"Aren't you two a cute couple," he cooed at them, waving at the waiters for two menus for he and his brother. "It makes me wonder when the wedding is," he teased lightly, grinning disarmingly at the woman wrapped around Roy Mustang like an octopus.
"So what is it you do, Miss Alexis? I'm dying to learn more about the woman who seems to have won a more than passing interest with our famous bachelor General."
"Touché," Roy conceded, "I may be half-blind but it still seems that the women love me, or rather Alexis." Smiling at his date, Roy tightened his grip around her, not bothering to wonder why he felt the need to make Ed jealous. Yeah, right. What would he be jealous about? Or maybe it's because he doesn't have a women just yet? The brunet inwardly chuckled at his joke, removing his hands from Alexis so he can cut a piece of steak to eat.
Alexis shook her head in amusement before going back to her fried fish for a moment, "Are you flirting with me, Lt Col. Elric? I'm sorry but I'm taken." It was her turn to peck Roy in the cheek before nuzzling against him, "And for your information, I'm a waitress over at this one cafe where Roy and I first met. Oh, it was so much like love at first sight, isn't that right Roy?"
Nodding his head, Roy chuckled after finishing his bite, "I must say so. And you are a wonderful lady, Alexis. Too good for a half-blind Major General like myself."
She slapped him lightly on his arm, "Oh don't say that. You're perfect. And as for the wedding? I think we better wait on that. I'm not sure I want children too quickly. Much rather have my fun with Roy before I lose the passion for sex." Alexis winked at Roy who laughed.
Ed thought his face might break if he kept his smile up for much longer, but he persevered. He'd be damned if he let this sickeningly sweet display get to him, no matter how much he wanted to drag these two away from each other and get rid of the woman.
"I would never presume to flirt with someone as beautiful as you, Miss Alexis. General Mustang here tells me frequently that I'm too brutish for ladies to acquaint with. Besides, a lady friend of mine and I have an agreement of sorts...whenever I'm ready to settle down, she's prepared to deal with my pigheaded ways."
Ed chuckled, as if at his own joke, but in reality at the fact that it was a bald faced lie. The only agreement he had was the one he had with Mustang. But no one needed to know that but him.
Alphonse started choking on his glass of water as Ed's words sank in, and Ed patted him on the back concernedly.
"Al, are you ok?" he asked, distracted from his newfound game with Mustang and Alexis.
"Fine," the younger Elric wheezed as soon as he could breathe. And he was, mostly. It was just something of a shock to see Ed acting the most civilized Al had ever seen him, and he'd known his brother for the entirety of their lives. And this lady friend?! Why hadn't Al heard about her? It was too much and Al fought the urge to run away screaming in disbelief.
Ed nodded and turned from his brother, back to his conversation with Alexis-the-whore, as his mind had termed her.
"Perhaps waiting on those children is a good idea, it appears even my brother," he paused and lowered his voice to a stage whisper. "Who has the patience of a saint, since he puts up with me," he winked at the woman conspiratorially and continued in a normal tone. "Isn't ready for Mustang offspring. And if he's not, then the world certainly isn't."
Alexis laughed, unconcerned as she finished her plate, taking a sip of her red wine, "Sounds interesting if your brother has the patience of a saint. Tell me, Lt. Col. Elric, are you really friends with my Roy? Or just co-workers? Might as well get our guest list at our wedding, isn't that right Roy?"
Roy choked while drinking his own glass but managed to disguise it as a coughing fit, "Sorry, too much wine." He smiled lightly at his date, "It's never too early or too late to get the guest list. Too bad Maes isn't here. He would love to be at our wedding." He took Alexis's hand and squeezed it, while grimacing inwardly.
If she's already working on a guest list, I suppose I should dump her gently by the end of the month. Gently... right. Oh well. He scratched his eye-patch idly as he considered getting ordering a desert for him and Alexis to share. Might be a bit clingy but she really is intriguing.
Allowing her to lean on him, Roy continued to glance through the desert menu, "Do want to share desert, Alexis? We might as well, right?" He smiled a flirty grin at her, tilting his body away from Ed before moving to face the blond alchemist. "And Fullmetal? Is this lady friend of yours someone we know? Or are you hiding something from us?" His lips curled into a slow smirk.
"Ah, I believe the General told me that he considers us 'acquaintances' just last week," he said, with a slight smirk at the older man as he choked. "So perhaps you should hold off putting my name down on your list just yet." He idly wondered what the bastard found more disturbing, the fact that this woman was already planning their future together or that she thought to invite him to the wedding.
Ed winced slightly at the mention of Maes, thinking that if there were indeed a wedding to be had the man would have loved to have been at it. But because of he and his brother's quest for the stone, Maes wouldn't be attending any weddings. Not even his daughter’s.
"You know her very well, General," he told the man somberly, realizing vaguely that Roy would roast him (possibly literally as well as figuratively) when he found out it wasn't true. "But I believe I'll keep her identity to myself a bit longer just yet."
Boring of the small talk, Ed found himself forming a plan to get Roy alone, and now. After covertly clapping beneath the table Ed reached across it, as if for the salt, and knocked Mustang's wine glass over, sending a current of air out with alchemy that made sure the dark red fluid spilled gloriously across Roy's, and only Roy's, white dress shirt.
"Oh, dear," he said, standing quickly and hauling Roy from his seat rather roughly. "Me and my bad manners, I apologize, General. Are you alright Miss Alexis? Nothing spilled on you, I hope," he finished, although he knew it hadn't.
"How lucky it missed you," he said, once the woman surveyed her own shirt. "I'm terribly, sorry, General, my automail can be horribly clumsy," he apologized again. "But don't worry, I can fix it. Though you'll have to take your shirt off."
With those words he dragged Mustang in the direction of the bathroom, not giving the man any chance to protest.
"We'll be right back," he reassured his brother and the woman.
Then they were gone in, and Al blinked bemusedly at the woman across the table from him. What in the world had gotten into his brother?
Roy blinked in confusion as the splash of cold wine made contact with his shirt. He could feel Ed dragging him onto his feet and the murmur of words that he couldn't hear, wondering what was happening. The hand on his sleeve tightened and soon they were off to the bathroom. He glanced at Ed and noticing a deep frown on the blond's face. Finally understanding, Roy used all his self-control to stop himself from chuckling.
He was pushed hard inside the public bathroom of the restaurant, just able to notice that no one was in and it would only be him and Ed. The bright flash of alchemic light made him drew on the conclusion that Ed had sealed them inside. Turning the blond, Roy raised one eyebrow.
"And what makes you think you can do this Fullmetal? Are you that jealous?" He smirked lightly, leaning against a tiled wall and wondered if Ed had a bathroom fetish or something.
Yawning lightly, Roy continued, drawling, "I don't see why you had to bring me here, Fullmetal. I'm only on a date and it's not as if you control every aspect of my personal life, correct?"
"What makes me think I can?" Ed questioned, blocking Roy against the cold tile and sliding his knee in between the older man's legs. "How about... the fact that I just did?"
He leaned in close to the other man, making quick work of his shirt as he rubbed against thigh against Roy's groin.
"And you're right, Mustang, I don't own your personal life, but this appeals to me. Fucking you while your slut is out there waiting for you to take her home and fuck her. I wonder what she'd do if she found out about what we do...," he trailed off and unfastened the General's pants, plunging his hand in and wrapping it around the other man's member without pausing.
He stroked the flesh in his hand, massaged it a few moments, before continuing to taunt Roy.
"Besides, I don't hear you complaining... You want this as much as I do, you bastard," he smirked and continued with a bluff, "And it's not like you can get away from me, now is it?"
A moan escaped from his mouth as Ed fondled with his semi-erect cock. He eyed the blond in boredom as he allowed Ed this one time to "take control" so to speak. It was interesting since last week he was the one dominating the other alchemist. Idly, he wondered if Al knew of their... "arrangement."
Probably not, considering how shocked Alphonse was when he heard of Ed's "lady friend."
Roy started to move his hands to undo to Ed's shirt but the younger male pinned them against the wall. "Oh, I'm complaining alright. You just interrupted my date, Fullmetal. Why do you think I'm being so passive right now? You know you always like me better when I'm feisty. It makes you want to dominate me more," he murmured in front of Ed's face, "Fuck me all you want. I won't react." As long as I continue to try. There is no way I'm letting this shorty get the better of me.
"And how about your lady friend, Fullmetal. Aren't you cheating on her with me? Doesn't that make you feel guilty? Or do you just want to take me so much you don't give a fuck? Like you always do." Roy smirked.
Ed grinned at Mustang, releasing his wrists to draw his thumb lightly down the side of the older man's face. He leaned up and licked the corner of Roy's mouth carefully before moving back and returning his attention to the cock in his hand.
"I hate to disappoint you, Roy, but you're already reacting. Telling me you aren't going to?" he said questioningly with a soft laugh. "Well now I know you're just faking it."
He squeezed Mustang's erection and then pumped it slowly. "And this right here tells me all I need to know, too, doesn't it?" His hand paused and he licked his lips, leaning up to nibble around the shell of Roy's ear.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to sit again tonight, much less fuck your little floozy out there."
He pulled his hand out of the older alchemist's pants, trailing up his chest to twist a dusky nipple unforgiving as the other hand pinned Mustang's wrists again. He rocked into his superior officer, colliding their erections with a soft groan.
"What does my lady friend matter to you, Mustang? Jealous?"
Gritting his teeth, Roy glared back at Ed, pulling his self-control around him like a security blanket. "Me? Jealous. Don't be ridiculous. I just always thought of you as the loyal type, Fullmetal. Makes me wonder if there is a lady friend of yours at all." His grin widened as he relaxed against the tiled wall, "Planning on fucking me that bad?
"What are you? Desperate? Now that's surprising," Roy rolled his eye, trying to stop himself from buckling against the blond.
He weighed his options, wondering what the hell he could do now that he was pinned against the wall with an "insane" blond. He doubted he could retransmute the door, mostly due to how fast Ed could transmute him to the floor with a mere clap of his hands and Roy only had the ability to draw arrays. The window was out of question too. There was no way he could fit through that small opening.
"Considering we're on a time limit, why don't we just get this over and done with now?" He yawned exaggeratedly, "And I doubt you can fuck me that hard, Fullmetal."
"Sadly, Mustang, you hardly know enough about me to be qualified to judge whether or not I'm the loyal type. So do the world a favor and keep your poorly drawn conclusions to yourself. Although," the blonde paused thoughtfully and trailed a finger down the center of Roy's chest. "If we're talking about loyalty, here, I suppose I'd have to be loyal to you, being that you're the only one I'm fucking right now.
"And I'm hardly desperate, unless you count desperate to see you begging."
Ed stepped back and clapped before leaning forward and alchemizing the tile to surround Roy's forearms, effectively binding the man. Smirking in pleasure at his own handiwork, Ed knelt, pulling Roy's pants to his knees, before leaning forward to suck briefly on the soft skin of his inner thighs.
"As for that time limit, you seem to forget that you're the only one that has it. It doesn't matter one way or another to me how long we're in here, so perhaps you ought to start giving me what I want, hmm, Roy?"
The younger alchemist smirked and reattached his mouth to Mustang's inner thigh, licking, sucking, nipping, and teasing. He paused here and there to blow across the leaking head of the other man's straining cock, but made no move to touch it as his hands busied themselves with caressing Roy's balls and tracing his entrance lightly.
He bit hard on his inside of his mouth, trying to stop the sounds of unexpected pleasure from escaping his throat. Damn him, of course he would remember that spot is erogenous for me. Roy pulled at his arms but couldn't move them one bit due to the alchemical binding Ed placed on him. Growling, he glared hard at the blond who continued to nip, suck, lick, fondle his inner thighs and erection. Despite it being a pleasurable pain, Roy knew he was going to be bruised and marked.
Ed liked to do that a lot, apparently.
Hissing, he retorted, "Damn it Fullmetal. I would think you at least have some decency! Obviously not if you don't bloody care that we're in a fucking public bathroom." Roy's fingertips rubbed against each other as if wanting to snap explosions into Ed's face and then some. "And what's this? You're only fucking me? Jeez, that makes me feel oh-so-special, Fullmetal. What am I? Your personal slut?
"Think again, I do not beg." Roy bit down hard on his inner cheek, drawing blood as he refrained from groaning at Ed's prodding of his entrance.
Ed merely raised an eyebrow in response to Roy's outburst, more interested in continuing what he was doing than answering the other man, but he did consider Mustang's words. Decency? Edward had no use for decency, no desire for it, being much more interested things that weren't decent. Such as fucking Roy Mustang within an inch of his sanity.
The refusal to beg had his brow furrowing a bit, though, as his tongue laved attentions on Mustang's balls, over and across the sensitive skin. He sucked on one gently as he wondered if he'd maybe crossed a line with asking for it, but he wanted it, with an urgency that even surprised him a bit. Still, it seemed like the other man was going to work to make him get it, and so Ed considered his options as he nuzzled the other man's erection.
Licking firmly along the base of the member, a thought occurred to him, something he'd once seen in a book he'd had no business looking at the time. The idea made him grimace a little bit, but he wanted to hear Mustang badly enough that he'd swallow his pride and try anything.
With one last soft brush against Roy's entrance, Ed moved away from the other man, sliding to the side to move between the wall and Mustang. Softly, he dragged his fingers over Roy's inner thighs once more before turning his attention to the task in front of him.
He rubbed the globes of Roy's ass, pressing soft, wet, nipping kisses here and there, before spreading the cheeks apart and leaning forward to attach his mouth to the sensitive ring of muscle found before him.
Beg, he commanded mentally, one hand sweeping around to enclose the older alchemist's cock as he licked and sucked, just beginning to tease Roy with his tongue.
"A-ah," escaped from his mouth before he could stop it. Roy quickly stared down at Ed, trying to move his body away from the blond's tongue, the feeling was... not exactly unpleasant, just unexpected.
Blood filled his mouth and Roy clamped his jaw shut. I won't beg, I fucking won't beg! He can't make me! His body shivered as he tried to get away, pulling at his immobile arms, trying to shift his body away from Ed's mouth. His legs felt like jelly. He would've collapsed if he wasn't already bound against the wall.
Growling deeply, Roy frantically tried thinking of a plan to get him out of there, not knowing if he could. Ed wanted him to beg and that went against his very code. Roy was not a beggar by the least! He never begged, he rather die before doing so. Yet, in the back of his head, Roy knew that the only way Roy would get out of there is if he did beg. He gritted his teeth.
Ed smirked (as much as he could) at the soft sound that escaped Roy. And he'd said he wasn't going to react. Firmly squeezing the erection in his grip, the blonde's free hand pulled Mustang's hips toward him as the other man tried to squirm away. He drove his tongue into the other man's body forcefully, twisting and turning it this way and that, even while he suckled harshly.
His hand picked up an even pace on the other's cock while his mind chanted out a mantra of beg, beg me dammit. He began to thrust his tongue in time with the pace of his hand, breaking up the possible monotony of the motions with a well timed squeeze or twist here and there.
Roy banged the back of his head against the wall, unable to move almost completely now. His mouth gaped as Ed's warm tongue intruded his body. It felt different than a cock, more wet and maybe more warm but it was still awkward, especially when it moved differently than a normal man's erection. No one rimmed him before and Roy wasn't quite sure if he liked it. Frankly, the idea made him cringe a bit.
"...U-urgh," he let out reluctantly, swallowing his saliva and blood before he choked on it. His fingers flexed, blunt nails digging into his palms. Roy was suddenly glad that they were the only ones in that bathroom.
Ed pulled his mouth away from the other man's entrance and, briefly wetting it with his own saliva, replaced his tongue with his finger, pushing the digit into Roy slowly.
"What was that, Mustang?" he asked sweetly before bending his finger inside of the older alchemist, pressing teasingly against his inner walls. Smirking, he leaned forward to lick teasingly at the ring of muscle surrounding his finger. In theory, none of this sounded appealing at all, Ed thought offhandedly, but in practice it wasn't that bad.
His other hand still stroked Mustang's erection at a steady pace, and he took a moment now to press his thumb into the slit, rubbing the other man's pre-cum around over the crown of his cock.
The double stimulation was getting to him; Roy shivered in unwanted pleasure as Ed prodded his entrance with a finger and continued to manipulate his erection. Head falling forward, the brunet tried all he could to stop himself from reacting any further but he should've known that Ed would get creative to achieve his ends.
"I-I... said... n-nothing," he retorted, a slight stammer in his voice, "A-ah... Damn it, Fu-Fullmetal... S-should've known you w-would've pulled something out of y-your hat." Roy glared at the floor, unable to see Ed's face for obvious reasons, "I-If you want me to b-beg, you have... to do... b-better... than... t-that." It was mostly half-true.
Roy's resolve was breaking, albeit slowly.
"Better than that, eh?" Ed questioned softly, considering his options for a second, before scooting out from behind Mustang, quickly making his way over to the sink and the various soaps set around. Grabbing one, he transmuted it to its base oils and lubricated his flesh fingers, heading back to Roy.
Moving back behind the other man once more, the blonde inserted two fingers into Mustang, scissoring them and carefully drove his tongue inside the older alchemist from between them. Setting up an awkward pace of tongue and fingers, he dragged his automail fingertips lightly over Roy's inner thighs.
Roy choked at the new sensations, "A-Ah!" The cold of Ed's automail slowly trailing up his inner thighs, the neglection of his erection and the scissoring of fingers in his entrance... It was all too much. Especially when combined with Ed doing that to him.
His nails drew out blood and his body twitched with pleasure. Roy tried biting down his words but it was no use, "Fu-Fullme-Ed! ...D-Do i-it... F-Fuck me d-damn it! D-Do it N-Now!"
The brunet hung his head in defeat and disbelief; then again, it was Ed for crying out loud. As if he had any real resolve against the blond. Around the blasted younger alchemist, his will, control and resolve crumbled like walls. It was a miracle that he wasn't completely wrapped around Ed's finger by now.
Why can't I keep my senses when I'm around you, Fullmetal?!
Ed thought his heart might stop as those long awaited words fell from Roy's lips; even after all that work, he hadn't quite expected Roy to give in. "Your wish is my command," he murmured softly.
He fulfilled the other man's request with a smile on his face, releasing Mustang from his wall bonds and heading to the sink for more soap to use as lube.
Turning around, his cock twitched interestedly at the sight that greeted him; Roy Mustang, on his hands and knees on the floor, trousers gathered around his calves, panting softly and it was all for him. Making quick work of unfastening his own pants, he didn't even bother pulling them all the way down before lubing his sorely neglected erection with a few short hand-strokes.
He sank to his knees behind Roy, hoping that Mustang was prepared enough, because he couldn't wait any longer. Positioning himself, Ed sank into the older man with one swift, rough stroke.
"Mine," he growled as he pulled back, only to slam into Roy again. "Do you hear me, Mustang? You're mine."
He moved in a pace of hard, violent thrusts, reaching around with his automail hand and stroking in time with his motions in and out of the other man.
Arching the moment Ed thrust into him, Roy managed to bite down the yelp of pain of Ed's hard cock being forced into him roughly. The preparation from earlier was certainly not the best but at least, Roy knew, the blond didn't draw blood. Nails biting into his flesh, Roy found himself thrusting back against Ed during the second thrust, panting hard.
Rolling his hips, Roy felt Ed pulling his shoulder to him before biting down hard on his flesh. The brunet gaped, "Ishballa... Y-yes! Y-Yours!" The cool touch of Ed's automail on his erection was exhilarating.
Closing his eye, Roy returned every thrust with one of his own, not bothering to stop himself from being too vocal, not caring if he was being loud. All he wanted was completion and Ed would give it to him. The younger alchemist's thrusts were rough and uncaring and Roy returned them the same way, matching each one in the same manner.
"H-Harder, d-damn it," Roy heard himself yelling, "M-Make me y-yours! F-Faster, h-harder. Ed~!" He didn't recognize his own voice but then again he didn't care.
Encouraged by Roy's shouts, Ed under-hooked his flesh arm with Roy's arm, grasping the man's shoulder with his hand and pulling back on it with each of his thrusts to gain help the blonde gain momentum as he thrust into the older alchemist.
He moved faster, harder with each thrust, to the point that it nearly hurt him; he couldn't imagine what it was doing to Mustang, but the other man kept demanding more and, so, more was what Ed gave him.
His automail continued stroking, frantically now, in an attempt to keep up with the pace of their rutting, and he pressed sloppy bites across Roy's broad shoulders. They wouldn't last much longer like this, Ed knew, but he was going to enjoy the hell out of it while he could.
"Say it again," he snarled in Mustang's ear, squeezing the older man's erection fiercely. He wanted to hear it fall from those lips once more, that Mustang belonged to him and actually hearing Roy say his name instead of Fullmetal was a heady pleasure all its own.
Pain was the last thing on his mind. Somewhere in his almost lost coherence, Roy knew Ed was keeping his word about fucking him raw enough that he probably wouldn't be able to sit down right. He didn't care about that one bit.
The idea they were doing this in the "open" was exalting, just like when Ed gave him that blow job in his office. Roy knew he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer, he could feel the blood going straight to his erection. The blond was pulling at him roughly, forcing into him with abandon. Roy loved it. He was leaning his head against Ed's shoulder as the younger male was biting him, marking him, claiming him. Maybe it was some weird animalistic urge in him but Roy wanted to be claimed.
Roy moved his head to the side, exposing his neck more to Ed as if he wanted to be bitten and marked there. He felt as if he had no control over his body, forsaking it for the fierce pleasure of their mating. He moved hard against Ed, a moan deep in his throat. He only hoped that Ed had the decency to soundproof the bathroom completely. His yells, his urges, his wanton screams seemed to be loud enough to be heard all the way from Central to East City.
Opening his eye, he stared hard at the bathroom mirror by accident. It doesn't show him everything (being half the length of a full average man's height and positioned above the sink). Who are those people? They look different but Roy found a different sort of pleasure in that. They're us but I can't recognize myself. Roy never watched himself having sex, never thinking of that. That one time in Ed's bathroom was an exception, he was only talking dirty to the blond but he was watching Ed, not himself.
"Ishballa yes. Yours, d-damn it." He didn't care what he was saying anymore, even though a voice in the very back of his head was telling him that he should, "I belong to you... Edward~... A-Ah! Y-Yours!"
White started to burn at the edges of his vision, he had to close his eyes. Roy leaned against Ed, riding him now, allowing the blond to take him any way he wanted. Roy didn't care. He was too... close. He could almost reach it.
Orgasm hit him and ribbons of his white semen splashed onto the grimy tiled floor. He leaned heavily against Ed, not feeling able to move, not really wanting to move, wanting to stay in that same position for a damn long time. But... how long?
Ed only managed one last thrust into Roy's orgasm tensed body before following the other man over the edge. Whatever had been left of his mind at that point was lost to pleasure, hips twitching against the other man as the aftershocks of euphoria left him.
He came back to himself slowly, bereft of all the roiling emotion he'd been feeling when he'd dragged Mustang into the bathroom and left only with a sense of comfort and exhaustion. He sighed softly, nuzzling Roy's back, pleased at how the man was pressed tight against him.
He didn't want to leave this position, feeling connected to the other man in a way he hadn't when they'd done this before, but still he shifted slightly, freeing his arms to rub his palms over Roy's shoulders and down his arms to intertwine their fingers.
Pressing a soft kiss to the back of Roy's neck, he sighed again, content for the moment.
"Are...are you ok?" he asked softly, breath lightly puffing against the area between Mustang's shoulder blades.
Roy stared at their interlocked fingers, feeling the kiss on the back of his neck. He shivered lightly, not knowing how he would answer. They have been crossing the lines too much and Roy wasn't sure if he wanted to stop. It was starting to be awkward between them now. He wasn't sure if he could name them as "fuck buddies" anymore. He wasn't sure if he wanted to.
The brunet relaxed against Ed, content on not moving more than necessary, allowing Ed to support him just this once. His breathing was starting to back to normal. "What... do you... think...? I believe... I can't... move, damn it."
Closing his only eye, Roy squeezed Ed's hand as the blond nuzzled him... like a lover would. He barely managed to stop himself form choking. That can't be it... There's no way... He doesn't see me like that... Or I, him... He shook his head, dispelling those thoughts for now, not wanting to deal with that insane revelation. It was impossible.
It was supposed to be just sex.
Ed's breath was tickling the small hairs on his neck and he let out a sigh, "Other than that... I'm fine... just peachy." But he wasn't. He needed a shot--or ten--of whiskey.
Ed chuckled warmly at Mustang's admission, amazed at how relaxed the other man was against him.
"You can't say I didn't warn you," he mumbled, lips again pressed to Roy's shoulder. The air was starting to cool his sweaty skin and the chill of the tile began to seep through the fabric of his pants legs, and Ed grimaced slightly, as reality began to sink in with the discomfort.
He didn't want to let this feeling slip away, but already his mind was wandering to how long they'd been barricaded in the bathroom, if someone had found the bathroom door transmuted closed and soundproofed.
Pressing one last kiss against Mustang's skin, Ed pulled away regretfully.
"I hate to tell you this, R-- Mustang, but you're going to have to move."
"Right, right," Roy mumbled, feeling Ed pull out of him. He placed one hand against the tile and proceeded to move off of the shorter alchemist, grimacing slightly at the feel of Ed's orgasm leaking out of his rectum and at the slight jolt of pain that shot up his spine. Hopefully he could manage to convince Alexis he was alright. Running a hand through his hair, Roy tried to stand but swayed for a moment, muscles exhausted like a marathon runner's first time.
Sighing, he ran a hand through his sweaty hair and glanced at Ed, noting the peaceful expression on the blond's face but there was something else on the younger man's face. Roy shrugged, not wanting to think too much on it, not yet, not ever.
He sat on the floor as he divulged himself of his pants and shoes, before trying to stand up again. Once able to, Roy walked to one of the stalls, not caring if Ed saw him stride almost nude save for a pair of socks and an unbuttoned dress shirt. He took some toilet paper from the dispenser and started to wipe away Ed's semen from his body before tossing a ball of scrunched up paper to the blond.
"Any idea how long we've been in here?"
Ed watched appreciatively as Mustang strode into a stall to clean himself up, before making quick work of his own clean up. He glanced into the mirror as he refastened his pants, content that with the fact that he looked mostly normal, if a little flushed and sweaty.
Roy, on the other hand looked as if he'd just undergone a brutal work-out. Pulling his pocket watch out at the other man's question of time, Ed glanced at it with a frown.
"I'd say about twenty, twenty-five minutes." Twenty five if he'd read the wall clock correctly before he'd dragged Roy in here. "Much longer than the five minutes it should have taken to get that stain out."
Grabbing a hand towel from the sink area, Ed threw the terrycloth over the other alchemist's head and clapped, before alchemically drawing the moisture from Roy's hair into the towel. It would've taken too long to dry normally otherwise and sweat saturated hair might've been more than a bit suspicious. Carefully he ran his flesh fingers through the baby fine black hair to assure himself that it was dry, or so he told himself mentally, though he couldn't deny he liked the feeling of the silky locks stringing through his fingers.
Pulling back slowly, he turned his attention to the wine stain that had been his excuse for getting his superior officer alone in the bathroom.
"Do you want to make our excuses or should I?"
Roy considered their options before nodding to himself, "I want you to punch me. And do it hard. Make it look as if we got into a fight so to speak, that should be enough reason for them to "understand" what has happen. Your brother knows you and I don't really get along that well. Plus you did seem to act more than little angry when you dragged me in here."
He buttoned up his shirt and tousled his newly-dried hair, checking his appearance. "And by all means, you do best me in hand-to-hand combat if I was not watching my back, Fullmetal."
A bit of ire sparked within him at the implication that he couldn't best Mustang without being the other man being off guard, but it wasn't really enough to do what it Roy was probably hoping it would in terms of making him angry. Still, the other man had requested a punch, and he would get one.
His mind recalled how he had felt only a little while ago, when Mustang had ignored his presence, and he clenched his flesh fist (well aware that his automail could deal serious damage to the older alchemist). A hundred other small slights danced across Ed's vision and the blonde took this chance to win retribution for them.
Edward's fist flew out and struck Roy solidly across the face, the brunette's head turning with the blow as it landed. Ed wanted to wince in sympathy, because his knuckles were stinging and Mustang's face must've felt as if it were on fire, but he forced himself to turn away and untransmute the door.
"Here goes," he muttered, pulling the heavy door open and walking into the main dining area.
Cradling his bruising cheek, Roy rolled his eyes and checked his appearance for the first time. He spat out saliva and blood into the sink. Well I did ask for it, he mentally chuckled as he spied a crowd around the men's bathroom door.
Putting on his best glare at Ed, he limped after the blond, pulling around him an act of seething almost unrestrained anger which wasn't exactly hard to pull off considering their history. He could spy Alexis and Alphonse hovering near by and stumbled over to his date.
"Fucking squirt, Fullmetal! Like I would actually let you steal my date! Don't you have a fucking lady friend to go back to?" He stared hard as he sank against Alexis for "support." "You did not have to fucking take me to the bathroom for a brawl, damn it. You better know as well as I do if I had my gloves on you would so~ be toast, pipsqueak."
Roy turned to his date and smiled at her in apology, "Sorry, Alexis-dear but Fullmetal thought it would be "wise" we didn't get in a fight right in front of you."
Alexis swooned and hugged Roy tightly, though not tight enough that she would "agitate" his injuries, "Oh my brave, brave General. You should have told me he was just jealous of you. You know as well as I do that nothing is going to tear us apart. He is so~ off our guest list, Roy."
He nodded lightly, laying his head against her breast as he continued to glare (half-heartedly) at Ed.
Al's eyes widened as he listened to Mustang's accusations and he turned to stare disbelievingly at his brother, who did nothing to deny them. Stealing the General's date? Well that would explain why Ed was acting so oddly all of a sudden, though Al had never seen him show any interest in women before, much less older woman.
"Brother," he moaned, completely and thoroughly exasperated with his older sibling, not to mention horrifically embarrassed. "I can't believe you!" He punched Ed in the shoulder hard, as if it would some way take away the memory of this entire day.
Ed snapped out of whatever daze he'd been in as his baby brother's fist connected with his flesh solidly.
"Ow!" he exclaimed, rubbing the sore spot. "C'mon, Al," he protested, "You know I--"
"No," Al cut him off with a single word and a sharp hand gesture. "Can't you be civil at all, Edward? Don't bother coming home until you've apologized to General Mustang."
Ed's jaw worked in disbelief as Alphonse spun on his heel and stalked out of the restaurant. As Al's head faded from view, he turned his own glare on Mustang and Alexis.
"I hate to disappoint you, lady, but I'd shoot myself before going to any wedding of his," he jerked his head in Roy's direction. "And you!" he exclaimed, rounding on Mustang.
"WHO'RE YOU CALLING SO SHORT HE'S OVERSHADOWED BY A DUST-MITE?! YOU JUST GOT ME KICKED OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"
"Why, I think I'm calling that you, Fullmetal," Roy taunted from Alexis's embrace, falling back into their routine of insult fighting. Apparently his ploy was finally working as the crowd started to disperse around them, "And why should it matter that much to me if I got you kicked out of your house, Fullmetal? You should know better than to pick a fight with me in the first place after all."
He let Alexis comb back his hair as he smiled lightly at her, "I suppose, my dear I should just escort you home. Sorry this had to happen this way." Roy deliberately ignored Ed, trying to devote all his attention to Alexis who blushed at him in modesty.
"Oh Roy... It's alright, are you sure you don't want me to stay the night with you? I can help me you feel so much better though," she fluttered her eyelashes at him, kissing his cheek lovingly, not noticing Ed was fuming at them both.
Roy smiled at her, "I'll be fine. I just need some time alone to "lick" my wounds, my dear."
He allowed her to help him outside the restaurant as soon as he talked to their server to put the bill on his tab that he would get to it within two days or so, depending on his work load. Thankfully, he was well renowned in this restaurant for more than having dates. Roy would never admit it but he had a few jealous exes come after him and try to beat the pulp out of him for stealing their girlfriends. Of course, he wasn't always that badly injured since he had his gloves on him but today was different.
Ed paid for his and Al's meals, not that he'd gotten to eat a bite of his, ending up on the receiving end of a dirty look from the manager because of his little trick with the bathroom door, and followed the couple from the restaurant, irritated.
He was at a loss as to what he should do; he might have caught a cab or walked home, but there was no way Al was planning on letting him in without some sort of reassurance from Mustang that he'd been apologized to. And there was no way he was apologizing to Mustang for something he hadn't done.
A brief glance at Roy told him he couldn't plausibly expect a ride home from Mr. Secrecy, but he wondered if a pitiful expression or false apology might do the trick. He gave the options a thought, but couldn't bring himself to do anymore ass kissing than he already had today.
So he trailed after the other man and the woman-shaped octopus clinging to his arm, pleasantly surprised when he realized they weren't heading for any vehicle, but were walking (or in Roy's case, limping) down the block.
It took them about fifteen minutes to get to Alexis's apartment, much longer than he would like considering he was noticing the brunette stopping almost all the circulation in his arm with her vice-grip on him. He bit down on a retort to Alexis, wanting her to let him go so at least he could feel his arm again but oh well. He certainly couldn't do that to her. Almost made him feel guilty for having sex with Ed in that restaurant's bathroom. Almost.
Stealing a glance behind him, he noticed Ed was stalking them quietly with a thoughtful expression on his face. He also noticed that Alexis kept tossing glares at the blond behind them. He swallowed a sigh as they reached her building's entrance.
"Alexis, my dear, I am sadly regretting to say this but this is where we must part ways," he drawled to her, upping the extra flowery tone in his voice, taking her hand to kiss it, "I had hoped it would be better tonight but I suppose we must try again another."
Sighing, Alexis smiled at Roy and kissed him on the lips, wrapping her arms around him, wanting to show Ed the Roy was hers and she was Roy's. They must have kissed for at least five minutes because she was breathless when they parted, "Oh that's alright. Do take care, my General. Call me soon, alright? Though perhaps, I could offer you some... coffee? Tea?"
Roy shook his head at her and kissed the inside of her wrist, "As much as that would be lovely, I should really head home. I'll call you when I have the chance."
She nodded before giving Ed once last hard glare, disappearing inside her apartment building.
Ed waited for Roy by the street, scowling as Alexis-the-Slut decided to try and show her claim on Mustang. He wanted to storm up the walk, snatch the tonsil-tonguing troll away from Roy by her ratty hair and show her how pathetic her "claim" was. Roy Mustang was his, the bite marks and bruises to prove it were scattered all over the other man's body.
He settled for shaking the thought away as he ground his teeth in anger, averting his gaze. The thought that he might've hit Mustang harder had he known he'd have to put up with all of this after leaving the bathroom crossed his mind and he sighed, annoyed at his current luck.
Mustang walked back to the sidewalk and Ed silently fell into step behind him once more, knowing it would probably be suspicious if he walked beside the other man. The blonde wouldn't put it past the possessive witch to be watching from her window.
"You do know you don't have to follow me all the way home, Fullmetal," Roy sighed, stealing a glance at Ed, "I'm perfectly fine going back myself unless... you want to have a round two?" He raised a curious eyebrow at the blond before continuing on his way, still limping slightly.
It wouldn't take them much longer to get to his apartment and by the looks of things, the sky was dark enough that it might rain. Roy shrugged his shoulders, deciding that he might as well let Ed stay the night, considering Alphonse was probably quite adamant about leaving his brother out in the cold and possibly the rain.
Ed blinked at the offer, eyes narrowing as he spotted the limp he'd been too wrapped up to previously notice, and quickened his pace until he reached Mustang's side, brushing shoulders lightly with the other man, silently offering himself as a crutch if Roy decided he should need one.
"You think you're up for a round two, Mustang? I wouldn't want to break you," he muttered sullenly. "Besides, I can follow you if I want. 'S not like I've got anywhere to be unless you decide to call Al up and tell him you were lying about my trying to steal your girlfriend."
"Oh and what would you want him to believe, Fullmetal? That you were fucking your commanding officer in that bathroom? At least we had a blasted excuse for transmuting the door now," Roy drawled out, not caring if anyone overheard. It was late enough that no one would be out in the streets and they were walking through an abandoned park anyway.
Shaking his head, Roy continued to walk without Ed's help. It wasn't as if he was a cripple, damn it. Heck, he wasn't even sure why he made that blasted offer anyway. Maybe he was losing his sanity already and that's why everything seemed to be so screwed up now.
It would take them another ten minutes to get to his apartment building and Roy wasn't quite sure if he wanted to spend that entire ten minutes with Ed on his heels. Wasn't it awkward enough that Ed was "walking him home?"
Ed sighed, knowing Roy was mostly right about the need to keep their...affair a secret, but that didn't dissolve his annoyance at being essentially kicked out of his home (among other things).
"You're right," he mumbled grudgingly. "Sorry."
He glanced over at Mustang from the corner of his eye, then back away, shoving his hands in his pockets. His gaze slowly slid from the landscape around him back to Roy.
"I...didn't hit you too hard, did I?"
He wasn't concerned, he wasn't. It was more like...curiosity.
Rubbing his bruised cheek, he replied simply, "I'll live." At least it wasn't your bloody automail arm. Then I might actually have a broken jaw and I do not want to deal with that, thank you very much.
"Since you offered me coffee last time, how about I do the same? I have tea if you prefer that," Roy offered seriously as he made his way through the familiar route in the park, noticing that the stars were out. It was really a good night, probably not one of the best he had--he still felt something was missing but he couldn't place what exactly it could be--but it didn't mean that it wasn't "enjoyable."
Ed blinked at the offer of a warm drink before he had to be on his way and considered it with a glance up at Mustang's face. The man seemed serious and genuine enough, so the blonde nodded absently.
"Yeah, sure," he agreed, thinking he'd probably need a phone to call Al with later, too. "Thanks."
He considered asking about the Round Two that Roy had offered him, but decided to hold his tongue, not knowing if the other man had been serious or not and not wanting to interrupt the fragile truce they seemed to have reached. Glancing up, he noticed the apartment complex looming directly ahead.
"That your place?" he asked, with a nod in the building's direction.
Roy nodded, "Yeah, that's the one. Don't bother trying to be quiet. I own the entire flat of my floor now." He shrugged lightly, taking out his key so he had it ready for when they reached his floor. Glaring at the stares, Roy sighed before walking up them, flinching lightly when a jolt of pain struck the bottom of his spine.
His floor was the fifth.
It felt like he was walking on pins and needles. Roy was rather sure that he wasn't showing it on his face. After all he did ask for Ed to go rough on him. The moment they reached the first door, Roy refrained sighing in relief as he turned the lock of his door and stepped inside. Already the rain was striking the window when he flicked the light switch. "Hopefully, we won't have a blackout during this storm. You're free to stay the night.
"Coffee or tea, Fullmetal? I have water, too, if you want."
† To Be Continued †
I live off your reviews. Really. So please feed me?
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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"Al, is this really necessary? I really do need to be doing research...," Ed trailed off and gave his little brother an exasperated look as they stood in front of a relatively high end restaurant that he had no interest in going into.
"Yes, Ed, it's really necessary. Because while I was gone someone," Al paused and glared at the elder Elric. "Ate all of the food in the house and didn't bother to go grocery shopping in order to replace it. Since there is no food in the house and I happen to be hungry, we came to a restaurant.
"You need to eat just as much as I do, brother, so suck it up. We're getting dinner," he sighed as he caught Edward's annoyed look and attempted to soothe his brother a bit by guilting him into it as opposed to just forcing his rather bullheaded older sibling.
"Please, Ed, can't you just enjoy it? It's been a while since we've gone out to eat together...," he trailed off and gave his brother a pleading look that he'd perfected during childhood.
Ed rolled his eyes and pulled the door open for Al. He never had been able to say no to those damned puppy dog eyes.
"Well, hurry it up," he sighed. "The sooner we're done here, the sooner I can get back to my work."
Al grinned and preceded Ed into the restaurant. The room was dim compared to the light outside and the blonde blinked rapidly as his vision adjusted. He scanned the room once it had as Al spoke to the matre'd about a table.
His eyes caught sight of a familiar head of black hair bent next to one of an unfamiliar shade of a much lighter brunette. Plastering on his very best smile, though on the inside he was doing anything but, Ed strode across the room ignoring the protests of his brother and their seater and plopped down in a seat across from one Roy Mustang.
"Why, General," he drawled. "Fancy seeing you here."
Al reached his brother's side seconds after his greeting, somewhat out of breath after hurrying after the shorter alchemist.
"Brother, why --"
"Look, Al," Ed's grin grew marginally as he looked up at his brother. "It's the General, isn't that a coincidence?"
Roy glanced at the unwanted intruder, his hand still in Alexis's, promptly ignoring his subordinate as he continued, "I must say that this book I have been read is quite intriguing. Although a bit confusing and I am so glad that you and I can discuss this since I usually talk Alchemy Journals with my fellow Alchemists, which can be boring at times. It is always refreshing to read a bit of cultural fiction, no?"
The brunette laughed, eyeing the blond male that sat at their table with some unease before turning her attention back to Roy. If Roy wasn't going to say anything then why should she? He was handsome, polite, and very~ alluring. "Oh yes, it is very fascinating to read. Though I mostly read it during my breaks at the cafe, Roy. I'm afraid I haven't exactly reached the part where you are. But you won't spoil me that much would you? I so hate to learn the ending too soon!"
Alexis moved closer to Roy and leaned against him, taking in his smell and allowing it to wrap around her. This man might just be the one for her. She smiled at her date and snuggled up to him, feeling "cold" all of the sudden. He really did spoil her. "Do you think I can spend the night with you or am I... rushing things too early?"
He shrugged lightly, nodding in greeting to Alphonse, "Well considering I don't have work tomorrow, I don't see why not, really." Roy smiled at her, rubbing his bare thumb against the back of her hand as he did with all his dates on the third one, not really meaning to mislead her but it was habit, routine. He didn't know what else to do.
Turning to Alphonse, he introduced her and only the younger Elric to Alexis, "So Alphonse, what are you doing here?"
"I- We-- I thought it might be nice to go out to dinner with brother," Al answered, grabbing his brother's arm. "I-I'm sorry, we don't mean to be a bother."
He tugged on the arm in his grasp rather frantically, more than a little embarrassed. "Come on, brother, the owner has a nice table waiting for us over there. We don't want to bother the General and his nice lady friend."
It was amazing the amount of restraint it took to keep his rage at Mustang's ignoring him from exploding, but somehow the blonde managed to do it. Ed resisted the pulling on his arm by jerking it out of his brother's grip and pulling it back down to his side.
"Don't be ridiculous, Al," he smiled benignly at his brother. "Isn't this what you wanted? To go out and socialize? And the General never said he minded." He turned his smile to the General's 'lady friend'.
"You must be Alexis," he purred, turning on the charm as best he knew how and hoping his looks would take care of the rest (he might not have been Roy Mustang, but he knew he wasn't shabby in the looks department).
"We've heard so much about you from General Mustang; it's a pleasure to finally meet you." He held out his left hand for her to shake.
"I'm Lieutenant Colonel Edward Elric, and this is my brother Alphonse."
Eyebrow twitching, Roy refrained from sighing as he turned to look at Ed, "Oh, so you're here. Sorry, Fullmetal. I suppose I just didn't see you. Interesting considering I usually don't see you at all in the first place." His lips curled into a smirked as Alexis laughed merrily, shaking the blond's offered hand.
"A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Elric, Lt. Colonel Elric," Alexis greeted happily, leaning up against Roy more who seemed not to mind one bit, "Oh and it's no problem. There certainly enough room, isn't there, Roy?" She looked up at him and smiled politely.
Roy shook his head, "No, there isn't really though I thought you rather we be have our date in private, Alexis. Or shall we just continue our privacy later tonight?" Smiling at her, he wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her closer, not caring what Ed or Alphonse thought, especially what Ed thought. He was entitled to date women, after all. And Alexis was very interesting.
He gave her a small peck on the cheek and stole one of her bread sticks which she playfully slapped him for.
"Oh stop that. You know I don't like you stealing stuff from me." She gave a long appreciative look at Ed but he wasn't as handsome to her as Roy was. He was just that alluring, her Roy, and so much fun. Hopefully, they could finally make it to base two or three. Hell, a home run would be great too. She smiled deviously at Roy, holding his hand tighter.
"Ah, no one can blame you for not seeing me, General. You're half blind, after all," Ed returned smoothly to Roy's insult on his height, reaching out and pulling his brother into the empty chair next to him.
Al felt lightheaded at the tension running through the air between Mustang and his brother. What in the world was Ed thinking? He squeaked unhappily as he landed in the chair, but made no move to escape. Someone had to be here to keep things from exploding in the end, he supposed.
Ed, meanwhile, paid no attention to his disgruntled sibling and turned back to Alexis with a look on his face that said he found her to be the most interesting thing in the room. He forced a heartfelt chuckle as the pair across from him flirted to the point that it caused nausea to roil in his stomach.
"Aren't you two a cute couple," he cooed at them, waving at the waiters for two menus for he and his brother. "It makes me wonder when the wedding is," he teased lightly, grinning disarmingly at the woman wrapped around Roy Mustang like an octopus.
"So what is it you do, Miss Alexis? I'm dying to learn more about the woman who seems to have won a more than passing interest with our famous bachelor General."
"Touché," Roy conceded, "I may be half-blind but it still seems that the women love me, or rather Alexis." Smiling at his date, Roy tightened his grip around her, not bothering to wonder why he felt the need to make Ed jealous. Yeah, right. What would he be jealous about? Or maybe it's because he doesn't have a women just yet? The brunet inwardly chuckled at his joke, removing his hands from Alexis so he can cut a piece of steak to eat.
Alexis shook her head in amusement before going back to her fried fish for a moment, "Are you flirting with me, Lt Col. Elric? I'm sorry but I'm taken." It was her turn to peck Roy in the cheek before nuzzling against him, "And for your information, I'm a waitress over at this one cafe where Roy and I first met. Oh, it was so much like love at first sight, isn't that right Roy?"
Nodding his head, Roy chuckled after finishing his bite, "I must say so. And you are a wonderful lady, Alexis. Too good for a half-blind Major General like myself."
She slapped him lightly on his arm, "Oh don't say that. You're perfect. And as for the wedding? I think we better wait on that. I'm not sure I want children too quickly. Much rather have my fun with Roy before I lose the passion for sex." Alexis winked at Roy who laughed.
Ed thought his face might break if he kept his smile up for much longer, but he persevered. He'd be damned if he let this sickeningly sweet display get to him, no matter how much he wanted to drag these two away from each other and get rid of the woman.
"I would never presume to flirt with someone as beautiful as you, Miss Alexis. General Mustang here tells me frequently that I'm too brutish for ladies to acquaint with. Besides, a lady friend of mine and I have an agreement of sorts...whenever I'm ready to settle down, she's prepared to deal with my pigheaded ways."
Ed chuckled, as if at his own joke, but in reality at the fact that it was a bald faced lie. The only agreement he had was the one he had with Mustang. But no one needed to know that but him.
Alphonse started choking on his glass of water as Ed's words sank in, and Ed patted him on the back concernedly.
"Al, are you ok?" he asked, distracted from his newfound game with Mustang and Alexis.
"Fine," the younger Elric wheezed as soon as he could breathe. And he was, mostly. It was just something of a shock to see Ed acting the most civilized Al had ever seen him, and he'd known his brother for the entirety of their lives. And this lady friend?! Why hadn't Al heard about her? It was too much and Al fought the urge to run away screaming in disbelief.
Ed nodded and turned from his brother, back to his conversation with Alexis-the-whore, as his mind had termed her.
"Perhaps waiting on those children is a good idea, it appears even my brother," he paused and lowered his voice to a stage whisper. "Who has the patience of a saint, since he puts up with me," he winked at the woman conspiratorially and continued in a normal tone. "Isn't ready for Mustang offspring. And if he's not, then the world certainly isn't."
Alexis laughed, unconcerned as she finished her plate, taking a sip of her red wine, "Sounds interesting if your brother has the patience of a saint. Tell me, Lt. Col. Elric, are you really friends with my Roy? Or just co-workers? Might as well get our guest list at our wedding, isn't that right Roy?"
Roy choked while drinking his own glass but managed to disguise it as a coughing fit, "Sorry, too much wine." He smiled lightly at his date, "It's never too early or too late to get the guest list. Too bad Maes isn't here. He would love to be at our wedding." He took Alexis's hand and squeezed it, while grimacing inwardly.
If she's already working on a guest list, I suppose I should dump her gently by the end of the month. Gently... right. Oh well. He scratched his eye-patch idly as he considered getting ordering a desert for him and Alexis to share. Might be a bit clingy but she really is intriguing.
Allowing her to lean on him, Roy continued to glance through the desert menu, "Do want to share desert, Alexis? We might as well, right?" He smiled a flirty grin at her, tilting his body away from Ed before moving to face the blond alchemist. "And Fullmetal? Is this lady friend of yours someone we know? Or are you hiding something from us?" His lips curled into a slow smirk.
"Ah, I believe the General told me that he considers us 'acquaintances' just last week," he said, with a slight smirk at the older man as he choked. "So perhaps you should hold off putting my name down on your list just yet." He idly wondered what the bastard found more disturbing, the fact that this woman was already planning their future together or that she thought to invite him to the wedding.
Ed winced slightly at the mention of Maes, thinking that if there were indeed a wedding to be had the man would have loved to have been at it. But because of he and his brother's quest for the stone, Maes wouldn't be attending any weddings. Not even his daughter’s.
"You know her very well, General," he told the man somberly, realizing vaguely that Roy would roast him (possibly literally as well as figuratively) when he found out it wasn't true. "But I believe I'll keep her identity to myself a bit longer just yet."
Boring of the small talk, Ed found himself forming a plan to get Roy alone, and now. After covertly clapping beneath the table Ed reached across it, as if for the salt, and knocked Mustang's wine glass over, sending a current of air out with alchemy that made sure the dark red fluid spilled gloriously across Roy's, and only Roy's, white dress shirt.
"Oh, dear," he said, standing quickly and hauling Roy from his seat rather roughly. "Me and my bad manners, I apologize, General. Are you alright Miss Alexis? Nothing spilled on you, I hope," he finished, although he knew it hadn't.
"How lucky it missed you," he said, once the woman surveyed her own shirt. "I'm terribly, sorry, General, my automail can be horribly clumsy," he apologized again. "But don't worry, I can fix it. Though you'll have to take your shirt off."
With those words he dragged Mustang in the direction of the bathroom, not giving the man any chance to protest.
"We'll be right back," he reassured his brother and the woman.
Then they were gone in, and Al blinked bemusedly at the woman across the table from him. What in the world had gotten into his brother?
Roy blinked in confusion as the splash of cold wine made contact with his shirt. He could feel Ed dragging him onto his feet and the murmur of words that he couldn't hear, wondering what was happening. The hand on his sleeve tightened and soon they were off to the bathroom. He glanced at Ed and noticing a deep frown on the blond's face. Finally understanding, Roy used all his self-control to stop himself from chuckling.
He was pushed hard inside the public bathroom of the restaurant, just able to notice that no one was in and it would only be him and Ed. The bright flash of alchemic light made him drew on the conclusion that Ed had sealed them inside. Turning the blond, Roy raised one eyebrow.
"And what makes you think you can do this Fullmetal? Are you that jealous?" He smirked lightly, leaning against a tiled wall and wondered if Ed had a bathroom fetish or something.
Yawning lightly, Roy continued, drawling, "I don't see why you had to bring me here, Fullmetal. I'm only on a date and it's not as if you control every aspect of my personal life, correct?"
"What makes me think I can?" Ed questioned, blocking Roy against the cold tile and sliding his knee in between the older man's legs. "How about... the fact that I just did?"
He leaned in close to the other man, making quick work of his shirt as he rubbed against thigh against Roy's groin.
"And you're right, Mustang, I don't own your personal life, but this appeals to me. Fucking you while your slut is out there waiting for you to take her home and fuck her. I wonder what she'd do if she found out about what we do...," he trailed off and unfastened the General's pants, plunging his hand in and wrapping it around the other man's member without pausing.
He stroked the flesh in his hand, massaged it a few moments, before continuing to taunt Roy.
"Besides, I don't hear you complaining... You want this as much as I do, you bastard," he smirked and continued with a bluff, "And it's not like you can get away from me, now is it?"
A moan escaped from his mouth as Ed fondled with his semi-erect cock. He eyed the blond in boredom as he allowed Ed this one time to "take control" so to speak. It was interesting since last week he was the one dominating the other alchemist. Idly, he wondered if Al knew of their... "arrangement."
Probably not, considering how shocked Alphonse was when he heard of Ed's "lady friend."
Roy started to move his hands to undo to Ed's shirt but the younger male pinned them against the wall. "Oh, I'm complaining alright. You just interrupted my date, Fullmetal. Why do you think I'm being so passive right now? You know you always like me better when I'm feisty. It makes you want to dominate me more," he murmured in front of Ed's face, "Fuck me all you want. I won't react." As long as I continue to try. There is no way I'm letting this shorty get the better of me.
"And how about your lady friend, Fullmetal. Aren't you cheating on her with me? Doesn't that make you feel guilty? Or do you just want to take me so much you don't give a fuck? Like you always do." Roy smirked.
Ed grinned at Mustang, releasing his wrists to draw his thumb lightly down the side of the older man's face. He leaned up and licked the corner of Roy's mouth carefully before moving back and returning his attention to the cock in his hand.
"I hate to disappoint you, Roy, but you're already reacting. Telling me you aren't going to?" he said questioningly with a soft laugh. "Well now I know you're just faking it."
He squeezed Mustang's erection and then pumped it slowly. "And this right here tells me all I need to know, too, doesn't it?" His hand paused and he licked his lips, leaning up to nibble around the shell of Roy's ear.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to sit again tonight, much less fuck your little floozy out there."
He pulled his hand out of the older alchemist's pants, trailing up his chest to twist a dusky nipple unforgiving as the other hand pinned Mustang's wrists again. He rocked into his superior officer, colliding their erections with a soft groan.
"What does my lady friend matter to you, Mustang? Jealous?"
Gritting his teeth, Roy glared back at Ed, pulling his self-control around him like a security blanket. "Me? Jealous. Don't be ridiculous. I just always thought of you as the loyal type, Fullmetal. Makes me wonder if there is a lady friend of yours at all." His grin widened as he relaxed against the tiled wall, "Planning on fucking me that bad?
"What are you? Desperate? Now that's surprising," Roy rolled his eye, trying to stop himself from buckling against the blond.
He weighed his options, wondering what the hell he could do now that he was pinned against the wall with an "insane" blond. He doubted he could retransmute the door, mostly due to how fast Ed could transmute him to the floor with a mere clap of his hands and Roy only had the ability to draw arrays. The window was out of question too. There was no way he could fit through that small opening.
"Considering we're on a time limit, why don't we just get this over and done with now?" He yawned exaggeratedly, "And I doubt you can fuck me that hard, Fullmetal."
"Sadly, Mustang, you hardly know enough about me to be qualified to judge whether or not I'm the loyal type. So do the world a favor and keep your poorly drawn conclusions to yourself. Although," the blonde paused thoughtfully and trailed a finger down the center of Roy's chest. "If we're talking about loyalty, here, I suppose I'd have to be loyal to you, being that you're the only one I'm fucking right now.
"And I'm hardly desperate, unless you count desperate to see you begging."
Ed stepped back and clapped before leaning forward and alchemizing the tile to surround Roy's forearms, effectively binding the man. Smirking in pleasure at his own handiwork, Ed knelt, pulling Roy's pants to his knees, before leaning forward to suck briefly on the soft skin of his inner thighs.
"As for that time limit, you seem to forget that you're the only one that has it. It doesn't matter one way or another to me how long we're in here, so perhaps you ought to start giving me what I want, hmm, Roy?"
The younger alchemist smirked and reattached his mouth to Mustang's inner thigh, licking, sucking, nipping, and teasing. He paused here and there to blow across the leaking head of the other man's straining cock, but made no move to touch it as his hands busied themselves with caressing Roy's balls and tracing his entrance lightly.
He bit hard on his inside of his mouth, trying to stop the sounds of unexpected pleasure from escaping his throat. Damn him, of course he would remember that spot is erogenous for me. Roy pulled at his arms but couldn't move them one bit due to the alchemical binding Ed placed on him. Growling, he glared hard at the blond who continued to nip, suck, lick, fondle his inner thighs and erection. Despite it being a pleasurable pain, Roy knew he was going to be bruised and marked.
Ed liked to do that a lot, apparently.
Hissing, he retorted, "Damn it Fullmetal. I would think you at least have some decency! Obviously not if you don't bloody care that we're in a fucking public bathroom." Roy's fingertips rubbed against each other as if wanting to snap explosions into Ed's face and then some. "And what's this? You're only fucking me? Jeez, that makes me feel oh-so-special, Fullmetal. What am I? Your personal slut?
"Think again, I do not beg." Roy bit down hard on his inner cheek, drawing blood as he refrained from groaning at Ed's prodding of his entrance.
Ed merely raised an eyebrow in response to Roy's outburst, more interested in continuing what he was doing than answering the other man, but he did consider Mustang's words. Decency? Edward had no use for decency, no desire for it, being much more interested things that weren't decent. Such as fucking Roy Mustang within an inch of his sanity.
The refusal to beg had his brow furrowing a bit, though, as his tongue laved attentions on Mustang's balls, over and across the sensitive skin. He sucked on one gently as he wondered if he'd maybe crossed a line with asking for it, but he wanted it, with an urgency that even surprised him a bit. Still, it seemed like the other man was going to work to make him get it, and so Ed considered his options as he nuzzled the other man's erection.
Licking firmly along the base of the member, a thought occurred to him, something he'd once seen in a book he'd had no business looking at the time. The idea made him grimace a little bit, but he wanted to hear Mustang badly enough that he'd swallow his pride and try anything.
With one last soft brush against Roy's entrance, Ed moved away from the other man, sliding to the side to move between the wall and Mustang. Softly, he dragged his fingers over Roy's inner thighs once more before turning his attention to the task in front of him.
He rubbed the globes of Roy's ass, pressing soft, wet, nipping kisses here and there, before spreading the cheeks apart and leaning forward to attach his mouth to the sensitive ring of muscle found before him.
Beg, he commanded mentally, one hand sweeping around to enclose the older alchemist's cock as he licked and sucked, just beginning to tease Roy with his tongue.
"A-ah," escaped from his mouth before he could stop it. Roy quickly stared down at Ed, trying to move his body away from the blond's tongue, the feeling was... not exactly unpleasant, just unexpected.
Blood filled his mouth and Roy clamped his jaw shut. I won't beg, I fucking won't beg! He can't make me! His body shivered as he tried to get away, pulling at his immobile arms, trying to shift his body away from Ed's mouth. His legs felt like jelly. He would've collapsed if he wasn't already bound against the wall.
Growling deeply, Roy frantically tried thinking of a plan to get him out of there, not knowing if he could. Ed wanted him to beg and that went against his very code. Roy was not a beggar by the least! He never begged, he rather die before doing so. Yet, in the back of his head, Roy knew that the only way Roy would get out of there is if he did beg. He gritted his teeth.
Ed smirked (as much as he could) at the soft sound that escaped Roy. And he'd said he wasn't going to react. Firmly squeezing the erection in his grip, the blonde's free hand pulled Mustang's hips toward him as the other man tried to squirm away. He drove his tongue into the other man's body forcefully, twisting and turning it this way and that, even while he suckled harshly.
His hand picked up an even pace on the other's cock while his mind chanted out a mantra of beg, beg me dammit. He began to thrust his tongue in time with the pace of his hand, breaking up the possible monotony of the motions with a well timed squeeze or twist here and there.
Roy banged the back of his head against the wall, unable to move almost completely now. His mouth gaped as Ed's warm tongue intruded his body. It felt different than a cock, more wet and maybe more warm but it was still awkward, especially when it moved differently than a normal man's erection. No one rimmed him before and Roy wasn't quite sure if he liked it. Frankly, the idea made him cringe a bit.
"...U-urgh," he let out reluctantly, swallowing his saliva and blood before he choked on it. His fingers flexed, blunt nails digging into his palms. Roy was suddenly glad that they were the only ones in that bathroom.
Ed pulled his mouth away from the other man's entrance and, briefly wetting it with his own saliva, replaced his tongue with his finger, pushing the digit into Roy slowly.
"What was that, Mustang?" he asked sweetly before bending his finger inside of the older alchemist, pressing teasingly against his inner walls. Smirking, he leaned forward to lick teasingly at the ring of muscle surrounding his finger. In theory, none of this sounded appealing at all, Ed thought offhandedly, but in practice it wasn't that bad.
His other hand still stroked Mustang's erection at a steady pace, and he took a moment now to press his thumb into the slit, rubbing the other man's pre-cum around over the crown of his cock.
The double stimulation was getting to him; Roy shivered in unwanted pleasure as Ed prodded his entrance with a finger and continued to manipulate his erection. Head falling forward, the brunet tried all he could to stop himself from reacting any further but he should've known that Ed would get creative to achieve his ends.
"I-I... said... n-nothing," he retorted, a slight stammer in his voice, "A-ah... Damn it, Fu-Fullmetal... S-should've known you w-would've pulled something out of y-your hat." Roy glared at the floor, unable to see Ed's face for obvious reasons, "I-If you want me to b-beg, you have... to do... b-better... than... t-that." It was mostly half-true.
Roy's resolve was breaking, albeit slowly.
"Better than that, eh?" Ed questioned softly, considering his options for a second, before scooting out from behind Mustang, quickly making his way over to the sink and the various soaps set around. Grabbing one, he transmuted it to its base oils and lubricated his flesh fingers, heading back to Roy.
Moving back behind the other man once more, the blonde inserted two fingers into Mustang, scissoring them and carefully drove his tongue inside the older alchemist from between them. Setting up an awkward pace of tongue and fingers, he dragged his automail fingertips lightly over Roy's inner thighs.
Roy choked at the new sensations, "A-Ah!" The cold of Ed's automail slowly trailing up his inner thighs, the neglection of his erection and the scissoring of fingers in his entrance... It was all too much. Especially when combined with Ed doing that to him.
His nails drew out blood and his body twitched with pleasure. Roy tried biting down his words but it was no use, "Fu-Fullme-Ed! ...D-Do i-it... F-Fuck me d-damn it! D-Do it N-Now!"
The brunet hung his head in defeat and disbelief; then again, it was Ed for crying out loud. As if he had any real resolve against the blond. Around the blasted younger alchemist, his will, control and resolve crumbled like walls. It was a miracle that he wasn't completely wrapped around Ed's finger by now.
Why can't I keep my senses when I'm around you, Fullmetal?!
Ed thought his heart might stop as those long awaited words fell from Roy's lips; even after all that work, he hadn't quite expected Roy to give in. "Your wish is my command," he murmured softly.
He fulfilled the other man's request with a smile on his face, releasing Mustang from his wall bonds and heading to the sink for more soap to use as lube.
Turning around, his cock twitched interestedly at the sight that greeted him; Roy Mustang, on his hands and knees on the floor, trousers gathered around his calves, panting softly and it was all for him. Making quick work of unfastening his own pants, he didn't even bother pulling them all the way down before lubing his sorely neglected erection with a few short hand-strokes.
He sank to his knees behind Roy, hoping that Mustang was prepared enough, because he couldn't wait any longer. Positioning himself, Ed sank into the older man with one swift, rough stroke.
"Mine," he growled as he pulled back, only to slam into Roy again. "Do you hear me, Mustang? You're mine."
He moved in a pace of hard, violent thrusts, reaching around with his automail hand and stroking in time with his motions in and out of the other man.
Arching the moment Ed thrust into him, Roy managed to bite down the yelp of pain of Ed's hard cock being forced into him roughly. The preparation from earlier was certainly not the best but at least, Roy knew, the blond didn't draw blood. Nails biting into his flesh, Roy found himself thrusting back against Ed during the second thrust, panting hard.
Rolling his hips, Roy felt Ed pulling his shoulder to him before biting down hard on his flesh. The brunet gaped, "Ishballa... Y-yes! Y-Yours!" The cool touch of Ed's automail on his erection was exhilarating.
Closing his eye, Roy returned every thrust with one of his own, not bothering to stop himself from being too vocal, not caring if he was being loud. All he wanted was completion and Ed would give it to him. The younger alchemist's thrusts were rough and uncaring and Roy returned them the same way, matching each one in the same manner.
"H-Harder, d-damn it," Roy heard himself yelling, "M-Make me y-yours! F-Faster, h-harder. Ed~!" He didn't recognize his own voice but then again he didn't care.
Encouraged by Roy's shouts, Ed under-hooked his flesh arm with Roy's arm, grasping the man's shoulder with his hand and pulling back on it with each of his thrusts to gain help the blonde gain momentum as he thrust into the older alchemist.
He moved faster, harder with each thrust, to the point that it nearly hurt him; he couldn't imagine what it was doing to Mustang, but the other man kept demanding more and, so, more was what Ed gave him.
His automail continued stroking, frantically now, in an attempt to keep up with the pace of their rutting, and he pressed sloppy bites across Roy's broad shoulders. They wouldn't last much longer like this, Ed knew, but he was going to enjoy the hell out of it while he could.
"Say it again," he snarled in Mustang's ear, squeezing the older man's erection fiercely. He wanted to hear it fall from those lips once more, that Mustang belonged to him and actually hearing Roy say his name instead of Fullmetal was a heady pleasure all its own.
Pain was the last thing on his mind. Somewhere in his almost lost coherence, Roy knew Ed was keeping his word about fucking him raw enough that he probably wouldn't be able to sit down right. He didn't care about that one bit.
The idea they were doing this in the "open" was exalting, just like when Ed gave him that blow job in his office. Roy knew he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer, he could feel the blood going straight to his erection. The blond was pulling at him roughly, forcing into him with abandon. Roy loved it. He was leaning his head against Ed's shoulder as the younger male was biting him, marking him, claiming him. Maybe it was some weird animalistic urge in him but Roy wanted to be claimed.
Roy moved his head to the side, exposing his neck more to Ed as if he wanted to be bitten and marked there. He felt as if he had no control over his body, forsaking it for the fierce pleasure of their mating. He moved hard against Ed, a moan deep in his throat. He only hoped that Ed had the decency to soundproof the bathroom completely. His yells, his urges, his wanton screams seemed to be loud enough to be heard all the way from Central to East City.
Opening his eye, he stared hard at the bathroom mirror by accident. It doesn't show him everything (being half the length of a full average man's height and positioned above the sink). Who are those people? They look different but Roy found a different sort of pleasure in that. They're us but I can't recognize myself. Roy never watched himself having sex, never thinking of that. That one time in Ed's bathroom was an exception, he was only talking dirty to the blond but he was watching Ed, not himself.
"Ishballa yes. Yours, d-damn it." He didn't care what he was saying anymore, even though a voice in the very back of his head was telling him that he should, "I belong to you... Edward~... A-Ah! Y-Yours!"
White started to burn at the edges of his vision, he had to close his eyes. Roy leaned against Ed, riding him now, allowing the blond to take him any way he wanted. Roy didn't care. He was too... close. He could almost reach it.
Orgasm hit him and ribbons of his white semen splashed onto the grimy tiled floor. He leaned heavily against Ed, not feeling able to move, not really wanting to move, wanting to stay in that same position for a damn long time. But... how long?
Ed only managed one last thrust into Roy's orgasm tensed body before following the other man over the edge. Whatever had been left of his mind at that point was lost to pleasure, hips twitching against the other man as the aftershocks of euphoria left him.
He came back to himself slowly, bereft of all the roiling emotion he'd been feeling when he'd dragged Mustang into the bathroom and left only with a sense of comfort and exhaustion. He sighed softly, nuzzling Roy's back, pleased at how the man was pressed tight against him.
He didn't want to leave this position, feeling connected to the other man in a way he hadn't when they'd done this before, but still he shifted slightly, freeing his arms to rub his palms over Roy's shoulders and down his arms to intertwine their fingers.
Pressing a soft kiss to the back of Roy's neck, he sighed again, content for the moment.
"Are...are you ok?" he asked softly, breath lightly puffing against the area between Mustang's shoulder blades.
Roy stared at their interlocked fingers, feeling the kiss on the back of his neck. He shivered lightly, not knowing how he would answer. They have been crossing the lines too much and Roy wasn't sure if he wanted to stop. It was starting to be awkward between them now. He wasn't sure if he could name them as "fuck buddies" anymore. He wasn't sure if he wanted to.
The brunet relaxed against Ed, content on not moving more than necessary, allowing Ed to support him just this once. His breathing was starting to back to normal. "What... do you... think...? I believe... I can't... move, damn it."
Closing his only eye, Roy squeezed Ed's hand as the blond nuzzled him... like a lover would. He barely managed to stop himself form choking. That can't be it... There's no way... He doesn't see me like that... Or I, him... He shook his head, dispelling those thoughts for now, not wanting to deal with that insane revelation. It was impossible.
It was supposed to be just sex.
Ed's breath was tickling the small hairs on his neck and he let out a sigh, "Other than that... I'm fine... just peachy." But he wasn't. He needed a shot--or ten--of whiskey.
Ed chuckled warmly at Mustang's admission, amazed at how relaxed the other man was against him.
"You can't say I didn't warn you," he mumbled, lips again pressed to Roy's shoulder. The air was starting to cool his sweaty skin and the chill of the tile began to seep through the fabric of his pants legs, and Ed grimaced slightly, as reality began to sink in with the discomfort.
He didn't want to let this feeling slip away, but already his mind was wandering to how long they'd been barricaded in the bathroom, if someone had found the bathroom door transmuted closed and soundproofed.
Pressing one last kiss against Mustang's skin, Ed pulled away regretfully.
"I hate to tell you this, R-- Mustang, but you're going to have to move."
"Right, right," Roy mumbled, feeling Ed pull out of him. He placed one hand against the tile and proceeded to move off of the shorter alchemist, grimacing slightly at the feel of Ed's orgasm leaking out of his rectum and at the slight jolt of pain that shot up his spine. Hopefully he could manage to convince Alexis he was alright. Running a hand through his hair, Roy tried to stand but swayed for a moment, muscles exhausted like a marathon runner's first time.
Sighing, he ran a hand through his sweaty hair and glanced at Ed, noting the peaceful expression on the blond's face but there was something else on the younger man's face. Roy shrugged, not wanting to think too much on it, not yet, not ever.
He sat on the floor as he divulged himself of his pants and shoes, before trying to stand up again. Once able to, Roy walked to one of the stalls, not caring if Ed saw him stride almost nude save for a pair of socks and an unbuttoned dress shirt. He took some toilet paper from the dispenser and started to wipe away Ed's semen from his body before tossing a ball of scrunched up paper to the blond.
"Any idea how long we've been in here?"
Ed watched appreciatively as Mustang strode into a stall to clean himself up, before making quick work of his own clean up. He glanced into the mirror as he refastened his pants, content that with the fact that he looked mostly normal, if a little flushed and sweaty.
Roy, on the other hand looked as if he'd just undergone a brutal work-out. Pulling his pocket watch out at the other man's question of time, Ed glanced at it with a frown.
"I'd say about twenty, twenty-five minutes." Twenty five if he'd read the wall clock correctly before he'd dragged Roy in here. "Much longer than the five minutes it should have taken to get that stain out."
Grabbing a hand towel from the sink area, Ed threw the terrycloth over the other alchemist's head and clapped, before alchemically drawing the moisture from Roy's hair into the towel. It would've taken too long to dry normally otherwise and sweat saturated hair might've been more than a bit suspicious. Carefully he ran his flesh fingers through the baby fine black hair to assure himself that it was dry, or so he told himself mentally, though he couldn't deny he liked the feeling of the silky locks stringing through his fingers.
Pulling back slowly, he turned his attention to the wine stain that had been his excuse for getting his superior officer alone in the bathroom.
"Do you want to make our excuses or should I?"
Roy considered their options before nodding to himself, "I want you to punch me. And do it hard. Make it look as if we got into a fight so to speak, that should be enough reason for them to "understand" what has happen. Your brother knows you and I don't really get along that well. Plus you did seem to act more than little angry when you dragged me in here."
He buttoned up his shirt and tousled his newly-dried hair, checking his appearance. "And by all means, you do best me in hand-to-hand combat if I was not watching my back, Fullmetal."
A bit of ire sparked within him at the implication that he couldn't best Mustang without being the other man being off guard, but it wasn't really enough to do what it Roy was probably hoping it would in terms of making him angry. Still, the other man had requested a punch, and he would get one.
His mind recalled how he had felt only a little while ago, when Mustang had ignored his presence, and he clenched his flesh fist (well aware that his automail could deal serious damage to the older alchemist). A hundred other small slights danced across Ed's vision and the blonde took this chance to win retribution for them.
Edward's fist flew out and struck Roy solidly across the face, the brunette's head turning with the blow as it landed. Ed wanted to wince in sympathy, because his knuckles were stinging and Mustang's face must've felt as if it were on fire, but he forced himself to turn away and untransmute the door.
"Here goes," he muttered, pulling the heavy door open and walking into the main dining area.
Cradling his bruising cheek, Roy rolled his eyes and checked his appearance for the first time. He spat out saliva and blood into the sink. Well I did ask for it, he mentally chuckled as he spied a crowd around the men's bathroom door.
Putting on his best glare at Ed, he limped after the blond, pulling around him an act of seething almost unrestrained anger which wasn't exactly hard to pull off considering their history. He could spy Alexis and Alphonse hovering near by and stumbled over to his date.
"Fucking squirt, Fullmetal! Like I would actually let you steal my date! Don't you have a fucking lady friend to go back to?" He stared hard as he sank against Alexis for "support." "You did not have to fucking take me to the bathroom for a brawl, damn it. You better know as well as I do if I had my gloves on you would so~ be toast, pipsqueak."
Roy turned to his date and smiled at her in apology, "Sorry, Alexis-dear but Fullmetal thought it would be "wise" we didn't get in a fight right in front of you."
Alexis swooned and hugged Roy tightly, though not tight enough that she would "agitate" his injuries, "Oh my brave, brave General. You should have told me he was just jealous of you. You know as well as I do that nothing is going to tear us apart. He is so~ off our guest list, Roy."
He nodded lightly, laying his head against her breast as he continued to glare (half-heartedly) at Ed.
Al's eyes widened as he listened to Mustang's accusations and he turned to stare disbelievingly at his brother, who did nothing to deny them. Stealing the General's date? Well that would explain why Ed was acting so oddly all of a sudden, though Al had never seen him show any interest in women before, much less older woman.
"Brother," he moaned, completely and thoroughly exasperated with his older sibling, not to mention horrifically embarrassed. "I can't believe you!" He punched Ed in the shoulder hard, as if it would some way take away the memory of this entire day.
Ed snapped out of whatever daze he'd been in as his baby brother's fist connected with his flesh solidly.
"Ow!" he exclaimed, rubbing the sore spot. "C'mon, Al," he protested, "You know I--"
"No," Al cut him off with a single word and a sharp hand gesture. "Can't you be civil at all, Edward? Don't bother coming home until you've apologized to General Mustang."
Ed's jaw worked in disbelief as Alphonse spun on his heel and stalked out of the restaurant. As Al's head faded from view, he turned his own glare on Mustang and Alexis.
"I hate to disappoint you, lady, but I'd shoot myself before going to any wedding of his," he jerked his head in Roy's direction. "And you!" he exclaimed, rounding on Mustang.
"WHO'RE YOU CALLING SO SHORT HE'S OVERSHADOWED BY A DUST-MITE?! YOU JUST GOT ME KICKED OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"
"Why, I think I'm calling that you, Fullmetal," Roy taunted from Alexis's embrace, falling back into their routine of insult fighting. Apparently his ploy was finally working as the crowd started to disperse around them, "And why should it matter that much to me if I got you kicked out of your house, Fullmetal? You should know better than to pick a fight with me in the first place after all."
He let Alexis comb back his hair as he smiled lightly at her, "I suppose, my dear I should just escort you home. Sorry this had to happen this way." Roy deliberately ignored Ed, trying to devote all his attention to Alexis who blushed at him in modesty.
"Oh Roy... It's alright, are you sure you don't want me to stay the night with you? I can help me you feel so much better though," she fluttered her eyelashes at him, kissing his cheek lovingly, not noticing Ed was fuming at them both.
Roy smiled at her, "I'll be fine. I just need some time alone to "lick" my wounds, my dear."
He allowed her to help him outside the restaurant as soon as he talked to their server to put the bill on his tab that he would get to it within two days or so, depending on his work load. Thankfully, he was well renowned in this restaurant for more than having dates. Roy would never admit it but he had a few jealous exes come after him and try to beat the pulp out of him for stealing their girlfriends. Of course, he wasn't always that badly injured since he had his gloves on him but today was different.
Ed paid for his and Al's meals, not that he'd gotten to eat a bite of his, ending up on the receiving end of a dirty look from the manager because of his little trick with the bathroom door, and followed the couple from the restaurant, irritated.
He was at a loss as to what he should do; he might have caught a cab or walked home, but there was no way Al was planning on letting him in without some sort of reassurance from Mustang that he'd been apologized to. And there was no way he was apologizing to Mustang for something he hadn't done.
A brief glance at Roy told him he couldn't plausibly expect a ride home from Mr. Secrecy, but he wondered if a pitiful expression or false apology might do the trick. He gave the options a thought, but couldn't bring himself to do anymore ass kissing than he already had today.
So he trailed after the other man and the woman-shaped octopus clinging to his arm, pleasantly surprised when he realized they weren't heading for any vehicle, but were walking (or in Roy's case, limping) down the block.
It took them about fifteen minutes to get to Alexis's apartment, much longer than he would like considering he was noticing the brunette stopping almost all the circulation in his arm with her vice-grip on him. He bit down on a retort to Alexis, wanting her to let him go so at least he could feel his arm again but oh well. He certainly couldn't do that to her. Almost made him feel guilty for having sex with Ed in that restaurant's bathroom. Almost.
Stealing a glance behind him, he noticed Ed was stalking them quietly with a thoughtful expression on his face. He also noticed that Alexis kept tossing glares at the blond behind them. He swallowed a sigh as they reached her building's entrance.
"Alexis, my dear, I am sadly regretting to say this but this is where we must part ways," he drawled to her, upping the extra flowery tone in his voice, taking her hand to kiss it, "I had hoped it would be better tonight but I suppose we must try again another."
Sighing, Alexis smiled at Roy and kissed him on the lips, wrapping her arms around him, wanting to show Ed the Roy was hers and she was Roy's. They must have kissed for at least five minutes because she was breathless when they parted, "Oh that's alright. Do take care, my General. Call me soon, alright? Though perhaps, I could offer you some... coffee? Tea?"
Roy shook his head at her and kissed the inside of her wrist, "As much as that would be lovely, I should really head home. I'll call you when I have the chance."
She nodded before giving Ed once last hard glare, disappearing inside her apartment building.
Ed waited for Roy by the street, scowling as Alexis-the-Slut decided to try and show her claim on Mustang. He wanted to storm up the walk, snatch the tonsil-tonguing troll away from Roy by her ratty hair and show her how pathetic her "claim" was. Roy Mustang was his, the bite marks and bruises to prove it were scattered all over the other man's body.
He settled for shaking the thought away as he ground his teeth in anger, averting his gaze. The thought that he might've hit Mustang harder had he known he'd have to put up with all of this after leaving the bathroom crossed his mind and he sighed, annoyed at his current luck.
Mustang walked back to the sidewalk and Ed silently fell into step behind him once more, knowing it would probably be suspicious if he walked beside the other man. The blonde wouldn't put it past the possessive witch to be watching from her window.
"You do know you don't have to follow me all the way home, Fullmetal," Roy sighed, stealing a glance at Ed, "I'm perfectly fine going back myself unless... you want to have a round two?" He raised a curious eyebrow at the blond before continuing on his way, still limping slightly.
It wouldn't take them much longer to get to his apartment and by the looks of things, the sky was dark enough that it might rain. Roy shrugged his shoulders, deciding that he might as well let Ed stay the night, considering Alphonse was probably quite adamant about leaving his brother out in the cold and possibly the rain.
Ed blinked at the offer, eyes narrowing as he spotted the limp he'd been too wrapped up to previously notice, and quickened his pace until he reached Mustang's side, brushing shoulders lightly with the other man, silently offering himself as a crutch if Roy decided he should need one.
"You think you're up for a round two, Mustang? I wouldn't want to break you," he muttered sullenly. "Besides, I can follow you if I want. 'S not like I've got anywhere to be unless you decide to call Al up and tell him you were lying about my trying to steal your girlfriend."
"Oh and what would you want him to believe, Fullmetal? That you were fucking your commanding officer in that bathroom? At least we had a blasted excuse for transmuting the door now," Roy drawled out, not caring if anyone overheard. It was late enough that no one would be out in the streets and they were walking through an abandoned park anyway.
Shaking his head, Roy continued to walk without Ed's help. It wasn't as if he was a cripple, damn it. Heck, he wasn't even sure why he made that blasted offer anyway. Maybe he was losing his sanity already and that's why everything seemed to be so screwed up now.
It would take them another ten minutes to get to his apartment building and Roy wasn't quite sure if he wanted to spend that entire ten minutes with Ed on his heels. Wasn't it awkward enough that Ed was "walking him home?"
Ed sighed, knowing Roy was mostly right about the need to keep their...affair a secret, but that didn't dissolve his annoyance at being essentially kicked out of his home (among other things).
"You're right," he mumbled grudgingly. "Sorry."
He glanced over at Mustang from the corner of his eye, then back away, shoving his hands in his pockets. His gaze slowly slid from the landscape around him back to Roy.
"I...didn't hit you too hard, did I?"
He wasn't concerned, he wasn't. It was more like...curiosity.
Rubbing his bruised cheek, he replied simply, "I'll live." At least it wasn't your bloody automail arm. Then I might actually have a broken jaw and I do not want to deal with that, thank you very much.
"Since you offered me coffee last time, how about I do the same? I have tea if you prefer that," Roy offered seriously as he made his way through the familiar route in the park, noticing that the stars were out. It was really a good night, probably not one of the best he had--he still felt something was missing but he couldn't place what exactly it could be--but it didn't mean that it wasn't "enjoyable."
Ed blinked at the offer of a warm drink before he had to be on his way and considered it with a glance up at Mustang's face. The man seemed serious and genuine enough, so the blonde nodded absently.
"Yeah, sure," he agreed, thinking he'd probably need a phone to call Al with later, too. "Thanks."
He considered asking about the Round Two that Roy had offered him, but decided to hold his tongue, not knowing if the other man had been serious or not and not wanting to interrupt the fragile truce they seemed to have reached. Glancing up, he noticed the apartment complex looming directly ahead.
"That your place?" he asked, with a nod in the building's direction.
Roy nodded, "Yeah, that's the one. Don't bother trying to be quiet. I own the entire flat of my floor now." He shrugged lightly, taking out his key so he had it ready for when they reached his floor. Glaring at the stares, Roy sighed before walking up them, flinching lightly when a jolt of pain struck the bottom of his spine.
His floor was the fifth.
It felt like he was walking on pins and needles. Roy was rather sure that he wasn't showing it on his face. After all he did ask for Ed to go rough on him. The moment they reached the first door, Roy refrained sighing in relief as he turned the lock of his door and stepped inside. Already the rain was striking the window when he flicked the light switch. "Hopefully, we won't have a blackout during this storm. You're free to stay the night.
"Coffee or tea, Fullmetal? I have water, too, if you want."
† To Be Continued †
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