Fic of doom
Title:What Would You Do... for a Klondike Bar part deux
Pairing: Russell/Ed
Word count: 1233
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Russell!Muse is as big a tease as Russell himself. *grumbles*
By the time Russell reached the bedroom doorway he had Ed’s shirt and belt slung over his arm, both having been tossed haphazardly away in his haste to get undressed. He paused in the doorway, glaring down at the discarded leather pants waded up against the doorjamb. It was a wonder he hadn’t tripped. But wasn’t that half the reason their less wholesome interactions were conducted in Russell’s room rather than the master bedroom the brothers shared? Even if there hadn’t been the issue of Alphonse walking in on them there was the never ending battle against Edward’s slovenly ways. Half of the time the shorter blonde slept on the living room couch due to being unable to find his bed under the piles of random shit, books mostly, that covered it. Russell scowled, lifting his gaze from the offending article of clothing, fully intent on telling Ed off for being such a slob.
The reprimand died in his throat, breath catching at the sight that greeted him. Ed stood beside the bed looking like a wet dream come true. His back was to Russell, the long lines of muscle taut beneath sun-kissed flesh. His body twisted ever so slightly, offering a teasing glimpse of one hip, though the angle of his body shielded anything more from sight. Steel fingers were twisted in the elastic of his boxers, the satiny material already halfway down his thighs. Blue silk framed the curve of his ass for one magnificent moment then he released his boxers, the material gliding to the floor to pool around his feet.
He smoothed his hand over his thigh, light playing off the auto mail and drawing Russell’s gaze as the blonde let his fingers ghost a trail up over his hip. That hand disappeared around the front of his body and the moan that followed told Russell exactly what he was doing. Blue eyes snapped up from the entrancing sight of Ed’s body to focus on the source of the quiet sounds escaping the blonde. Another moan spilled over lips that were vibrantly red from the blonde’s habit of biting them to silence himself. Edward’s face was flushed, gold gaze staring over the cool gleam of his auto mail shoulder at Russell, eyes half-lidded and dark with desire.
His flesh hand was tangled into his hair, the thick fall of gold pouring around fingers that had been trying to unravel his braid. That endeavor had promptly been abandoned when Ed’s other hand found his cock, the fingers now merely fisted in his own hair, tugging just enough to add a faint thrill of pain. Russell stepped into the room, pausing long enough to swat at the door with his foot, and closed in on the other blonde.
One hand slid along the small of Ed’s back, a quiet contented sound rumbling in his chest at the warm flesh beneath his hand. He leaned into the shorter teen, ducking his head to capture reddened lips in a kiss that was more sensuous than demanding. Carefully, he disentangled Ed’s hand from his hair, combing his fingers through the luxurious length of it. A soft hum of approval caught between their lips, neither quite sure who it originated from but both content to echo it.
Russell slowly drew away from Ed’s mouth, lips ghosting over the smaller man’s jaw. He let his armload of Ed’s clothes fall to the floor, hoping the clank of his belt buckle would distract the blonde from noticing the loud thud from the syrup bottle. With both hands freed he reached around, pulling the blonde against hard against him. Ed groaned, arching back into him like a cat demanding to be petted. Russell chuckled against his neck, eliciting a growl from the other. The teen’s anger was quickly forgotten when Russell snaked one hand around his hip, entwining his fingers with Ed’s around his erection.
Ed spat a curse, body tensing against him and Russell knew from prior encounters just how erotic the contrast of flesh fingers and auto mail could be. He ducked his head, nuzzling the back of Ed’s neck, letting the curtain of living silk fall from his grasp. Russell hummed quietly, inhaling the scent of shampoo and sweat and Ed, as always accompanied by the sharp tang that came with alchemy. He took a moment to indulge his guilty pleasure, the thick warm weight of Ed’s hair soft against his face, the delicate skin at the back of his neck hot and smooth beneath his lips.
Russell gradually guided Ed to a faster pace, moaning when the shorter teen arched against him, his own neglected erection straining against the confines of his pants. He lapped lightly at the taut muscle at the back of Ed’s neck before giving up resisting the urge to mark him again. Ed whimpered, tensing beneath his hands when he pressed his teeth sharply against the flesh of his neck. Gold hair skittered across his face as the blonde shuddered, tension spiraling through the small body and he knew Edward was fighting the urge to writhe against him.
He bit down harder, growling lowly against the back of Ed’s neck, grinding his teeth over the shorter teen’s flesh with a possessive fervor he was in no way entitled to. They were just friends after all. If they happened to fuck each other senseless with more regularity than even “friends with benefits” could claim well, that was completely irrelevant.
Ed finally surrendered, a choking gasp sticking in his throat as he squirmed. Russell hummed against his skin, biting down even harder as the blonde’s movements almost ruined his grip. The extra burn of his adjusted grip made Ed hiss a breath out through clenched teeth, arching hard against him, thrusting up into their joined hands. Which was precisely the cue Russell had been waiting for.
Before the Ed could settle his weight back onto his feet Russell was moving, hand gliding back from his cock to clutch his hip his other hand forcing the auto mail hand away as well. With his height advantage and the other teen’s weight having already been off center it was easy to topple the blonde onto the bed. They fell a little more haphazardly than Russell had anticipated but Ed’s flailing for once proved to be beneficial.
While the intent had been to slam the shorter man face down on the bed, auto mail arm wrenched behind his back their current position was even more favorable. Ed’s shoulders were pressed hard against the mattress, most of Russell’s weight pinning him down. The auto mail arm was outstretched, Russell practically draped over the shorter man’s torso, one knee grounding himself on the edge of the bed behind Ed’s twisted hips. There was a brief moment when Ed merely blinked at him in surprise and then he was leaning down, pressing a heated kiss to the smaller man’s lips.
Ed moaned, trying to wriggle himself straight but Russell let himself fall heavier on the other blonde. One blue eye cracked open and he would’ve been grinning smugly if his mouth were not otherwise occupied. Now if he could just keep Ed distracted enough… He pressed harder into the kiss, swallowing down Ed’s moan as he surreptitiously reached for the faint traces of ink that decorated the bottom of the headboard, lying in wait for the right moment.
Pairing: Russell/Ed
Word count: 1233
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Russell!Muse is as big a tease as Russell himself. *grumbles*
By the time Russell reached the bedroom doorway he had Ed’s shirt and belt slung over his arm, both having been tossed haphazardly away in his haste to get undressed. He paused in the doorway, glaring down at the discarded leather pants waded up against the doorjamb. It was a wonder he hadn’t tripped. But wasn’t that half the reason their less wholesome interactions were conducted in Russell’s room rather than the master bedroom the brothers shared? Even if there hadn’t been the issue of Alphonse walking in on them there was the never ending battle against Edward’s slovenly ways. Half of the time the shorter blonde slept on the living room couch due to being unable to find his bed under the piles of random shit, books mostly, that covered it. Russell scowled, lifting his gaze from the offending article of clothing, fully intent on telling Ed off for being such a slob.
The reprimand died in his throat, breath catching at the sight that greeted him. Ed stood beside the bed looking like a wet dream come true. His back was to Russell, the long lines of muscle taut beneath sun-kissed flesh. His body twisted ever so slightly, offering a teasing glimpse of one hip, though the angle of his body shielded anything more from sight. Steel fingers were twisted in the elastic of his boxers, the satiny material already halfway down his thighs. Blue silk framed the curve of his ass for one magnificent moment then he released his boxers, the material gliding to the floor to pool around his feet.
He smoothed his hand over his thigh, light playing off the auto mail and drawing Russell’s gaze as the blonde let his fingers ghost a trail up over his hip. That hand disappeared around the front of his body and the moan that followed told Russell exactly what he was doing. Blue eyes snapped up from the entrancing sight of Ed’s body to focus on the source of the quiet sounds escaping the blonde. Another moan spilled over lips that were vibrantly red from the blonde’s habit of biting them to silence himself. Edward’s face was flushed, gold gaze staring over the cool gleam of his auto mail shoulder at Russell, eyes half-lidded and dark with desire.
His flesh hand was tangled into his hair, the thick fall of gold pouring around fingers that had been trying to unravel his braid. That endeavor had promptly been abandoned when Ed’s other hand found his cock, the fingers now merely fisted in his own hair, tugging just enough to add a faint thrill of pain. Russell stepped into the room, pausing long enough to swat at the door with his foot, and closed in on the other blonde.
One hand slid along the small of Ed’s back, a quiet contented sound rumbling in his chest at the warm flesh beneath his hand. He leaned into the shorter teen, ducking his head to capture reddened lips in a kiss that was more sensuous than demanding. Carefully, he disentangled Ed’s hand from his hair, combing his fingers through the luxurious length of it. A soft hum of approval caught between their lips, neither quite sure who it originated from but both content to echo it.
Russell slowly drew away from Ed’s mouth, lips ghosting over the smaller man’s jaw. He let his armload of Ed’s clothes fall to the floor, hoping the clank of his belt buckle would distract the blonde from noticing the loud thud from the syrup bottle. With both hands freed he reached around, pulling the blonde against hard against him. Ed groaned, arching back into him like a cat demanding to be petted. Russell chuckled against his neck, eliciting a growl from the other. The teen’s anger was quickly forgotten when Russell snaked one hand around his hip, entwining his fingers with Ed’s around his erection.
Ed spat a curse, body tensing against him and Russell knew from prior encounters just how erotic the contrast of flesh fingers and auto mail could be. He ducked his head, nuzzling the back of Ed’s neck, letting the curtain of living silk fall from his grasp. Russell hummed quietly, inhaling the scent of shampoo and sweat and Ed, as always accompanied by the sharp tang that came with alchemy. He took a moment to indulge his guilty pleasure, the thick warm weight of Ed’s hair soft against his face, the delicate skin at the back of his neck hot and smooth beneath his lips.
Russell gradually guided Ed to a faster pace, moaning when the shorter teen arched against him, his own neglected erection straining against the confines of his pants. He lapped lightly at the taut muscle at the back of Ed’s neck before giving up resisting the urge to mark him again. Ed whimpered, tensing beneath his hands when he pressed his teeth sharply against the flesh of his neck. Gold hair skittered across his face as the blonde shuddered, tension spiraling through the small body and he knew Edward was fighting the urge to writhe against him.
He bit down harder, growling lowly against the back of Ed’s neck, grinding his teeth over the shorter teen’s flesh with a possessive fervor he was in no way entitled to. They were just friends after all. If they happened to fuck each other senseless with more regularity than even “friends with benefits” could claim well, that was completely irrelevant.
Ed finally surrendered, a choking gasp sticking in his throat as he squirmed. Russell hummed against his skin, biting down even harder as the blonde’s movements almost ruined his grip. The extra burn of his adjusted grip made Ed hiss a breath out through clenched teeth, arching hard against him, thrusting up into their joined hands. Which was precisely the cue Russell had been waiting for.
Before the Ed could settle his weight back onto his feet Russell was moving, hand gliding back from his cock to clutch his hip his other hand forcing the auto mail hand away as well. With his height advantage and the other teen’s weight having already been off center it was easy to topple the blonde onto the bed. They fell a little more haphazardly than Russell had anticipated but Ed’s flailing for once proved to be beneficial.
While the intent had been to slam the shorter man face down on the bed, auto mail arm wrenched behind his back their current position was even more favorable. Ed’s shoulders were pressed hard against the mattress, most of Russell’s weight pinning him down. The auto mail arm was outstretched, Russell practically draped over the shorter man’s torso, one knee grounding himself on the edge of the bed behind Ed’s twisted hips. There was a brief moment when Ed merely blinked at him in surprise and then he was leaning down, pressing a heated kiss to the smaller man’s lips.
Ed moaned, trying to wriggle himself straight but Russell let himself fall heavier on the other blonde. One blue eye cracked open and he would’ve been grinning smugly if his mouth were not otherwise occupied. Now if he could just keep Ed distracted enough… He pressed harder into the kiss, swallowing down Ed’s moan as he surreptitiously reached for the faint traces of ink that decorated the bottom of the headboard, lying in wait for the right moment.