Royxneko!Ed fic: sex scene from The Sacrifice
This is a scene I wrote for The Sacrifice, a fic by helcatari set in the fma_faithless verse (Loveless/FMA crossover). Warning: yaoi! NC-17. I'm not responsible if you are underage and you choose to view something inappropriate.
Prelude: Ed has just asked Roy to have sex with him so that he can lose his ears and tail before he returns to his own world (which will also involve Roy sacrificing himself).
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Roy smirked again. “If you just wanted to get rid of the tail, you could have easily found someone who wouldn’t ask you any questions.”
Ed balled his hands into fists. “I just… I’m scared, all right? Happy now?”
“Then why…”
Ed gave Roy a haunted look. “It’s just that… You know, it wouldn’t be the first time I would be losing body parts. And last time it happened… it wasn’t exactly pleasant.”
Roy’s eyes widened in understanding, and the next moment he was hugging Ed tightly to his chest and whispering into his golden hair. “It will be all right, Edward. Everything will be all right; it will not be like that…”
“I just want it to mean something. I don’t care if it hurts, I don’t care about all those stupid things people think about sex and virginity, but if I’m going to lose some part of me, I want it to mean something. And with you I know it would.”
Roy lifted Ed’s head and looked into his face. The golden eyes looked bright, almost too bright, but there were no tears. Roy smiled gently and said, “It would mean a lot to me.”
“I know.” Ed’s grin was shy and uncertain, but it was there. “Does that mean you…?”
He did not get a chance to finish the question. Roy closed the distance between them and his lips brushed gently against Edward’s. The boy shuddered, his breath catching. Their faces were so close; each subtle movement was a caress. Roy covered Ed’s face with tiny kisses: his cheeks, his chin, his forehead, his nose, and back to his silken lips.
In his nervousness and his inexperience, Ed was overeager, jumpy, rushed. He pushed his face against Roy’s and immediately stuck his tongue in his mouth, climbing all the way onto the bed and shoving Roy back against the pillows.
The amused Colonel took it in stride, breathing in time with his Sacrifice, willing him to be calm. Pressing their foreheads together, he sent a silent message: It’s okay, Edward. Breathe. Just breathe. He pulled the boy into his lap, his arms encircling him and holding him close.
Ed was all metal arms and legs, not sure what to do with himself. Roy stroked his hair soothingly, gently undoing his braid and letting all those golden waves fall freely around his ears. Those perfect ears… He leaned over to take one of Ed's baby soft earlobes into his mouth. How often he had longed for this, how often the boy had forbidden him, only to allow it now, now at the end of everything... it was almost painfully ironic. But Roy didn't care. At this moment, all that mattered was Edward... the smell of him, the taste of him, the feeling of his soft skin under his lips...
“Come on, let’s do it now, I want out of these friggin ears, you old bastard,” Ed called out over Roy’s shoulder, impatient with his tender caresses.
Roy decided it was time to change tactics. He responded by shoving Ed down on the bed, straddling him, fisting his hair and staring him directly in the face. “Is this how you want it, Fullmetal? Is this really how you want it?” he snarled.
Ed was breathing hard. He wanted to show Mustang that he wasn’t scared, that he didn’t care, that he was just doing this because… because he wanted those ears off, goddamn it… but a part of him was freaking out right now, and he wasn’t sure exactly why. He felt himself starting to go numb. All this crazy shit was happening and he just didn’t know what to think anymore. Maybe it would be better this way: hard, fast, brutal. Like punishment. For all he had done. For all he was about to do. He broke their gaze, closed his eyes. Inhale. Exhale. His eyes opened. Fine, whatever you want. I don’t care…
Roy stopped. He had noticed a flicker of something in his Sacrifice’s eyes that disturbed him. It wasn’t fear so much as… resignation. He’d seen that look in Edward’s eyes before, although he couldn’t recall exactly when it was. Roy didn’t like it. It was so unlike the Fullmetal alchemist he knew. All of a sudden, he no longer wanted to make love to him. Not like this. He let go of Ed’s hair and started to sit up.
“Wait… let’s start over, okay?” said Edward, shaking off his reverie. He reached out and pulled Roy back down to him, half smiling. “I’m Edward Elric. I come from Rizembul. I want to be a State Alchemist. Do you think you could teach me a thing or two?”
Roy tried to laugh, but he choked instead. Now he remembered where he’d seen that look. It was on the day that he first met Edward. How could he have forgotten? That boy in the wheelchair, missing an arm and a leg, with the look on his face of one who had been utterly, utterly defeated. One who had seen horrors of his own creation so alarming that the very fabric of his world had been torn asunder. The impact of that devastation was still reverberating in the small boy’s ears and visible in his glazed and shell-shocked eyes. A mixture of horror and resignation, and behind that… determination. Roy had yelled at him that day, grabbed him by the collar and snarled at that shattered and traumatized little boy, and now he was looking into those same golden eyes, which were giving him the same message: I don’t care what you do to me. I deserve it.
“I’m sorry, Edward, I…” Hot tears were threatening to escape from the corners of his eyes. Roy gathered Ed up in his arms and rolled over so that they were lying side by side, facing each other. He pressed his lips to Edward’s forehead and held him as tightly as he could. Ed’s metal arm was digging painfully into his shoulder, but Roy didn’t care. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry; I’m sorry for then, I’m sorry for now, I’m… He thought if he could just hold him tight enough, this one he loved beyond all reason, maybe he wouldn’t have to leave him, maybe it would be alright, somehow…
“Shhhhh,” Ed whispered, stroking the back of Roy’s head gently, shifting to make them more comfortable. Roy unexpectedly felt Ed’s moist little tongue in his ear, imitating the movements he himself had made just moments earlier. He always was a fast learner, Roy thought.
As he felt that tiny tongue slowly trace the outline of his jaw and make its way to his waiting lips, Roy realized he was suddenly very, very turned on. He grasped the back of Ed’s neck and kissed him deeply, relishing the feel of his tongue slipping inside that hot little mouth. Roy couldn’t remember ever being allowed to be this close to Ed for so long; it was deliciously intoxicating. He snuggled even closer to his young lover so that their bodies were as close together as possible, metal touching skin, entwined as one. Sensations surged through him like waves on the sea: love, despair, longing, desire, sadness, pain, release.
Ed separated from Roy long enough to extricate himself from his shirt and toss it aside. His brain had kicked into some kind of overdrive; he no longer cared about losing limbs or what the future held; he just wanted this, now, right now, with his Fighter, his Colonel, his Roy… this. Roy ran his hands over Ed’s chest like a sculptor molding his creation, and his tongue followed. He licked the sensitive place on his shoulder where metal met nerves, and Ed shivered. No one had ever touched him there, except Winry and Granny Pinako when they were attaching his automail. It felt strangely private, almost more intimate than the overtly sexual sensation of Roy’s knee between his legs, or his hand slipping down his back, fingers reaching underneath his soon-to-be-missing tail. For a moment Ed found himself almost sorry he was losing the tail; whatever Roy was doing to it right now felt just… marvelous…
Roy moved lower, dipping his tongue lightly into Ed’s perfect little navel, his fingers gently probing under his tail in a similar fashion. The combination of these two actions sent Ed soaring; he jerked his hips forward as Roy took the hem of his pants between his teeth. In his haste to remove his belt and his pants, Ed nearly clobbered Roy in the face with his metal fist. Lucky for him, the Flame alchemist’s reflexes were still good, even when inebriated with sexual fervor. Roy was soon back in action, taking Ed’s trembling human fingers into his mouth as he struggled with his zipper, licking each one at a time.
Glancing up at Edward with his characteristic smirk, Roy then put strong hands on either side of Ed’s waist and gave an expert tug, pulling his pants along with his underwear straight off of him and onto the floor. Ed was now completely naked and was just about to start feeling vulnerable when suddenly, Roy’s mouth was on him and his brain exploded. Holy… fuck. All he could do was entangle his hand in Roy’s hair as the man licked the underside of his cock with agonizing slowness, one hand cupping his family jewels, the other once again moving around to tease the small opening under Ed’s tail with his fingers. Ed cried out and pulled Roy’s hair mightily, but Roy was well practiced at this game and simply closed his lips over his teeth and sucked harder. He pushed the writhing boy back down onto the mattress and wrapped his arms around one flesh-and-blood knee and one metal one, taking him even deeper into his mouth.
Roy glanced up at his Sacrifice and inhaled sharply through his nose: the sight that met his eyes nearly stunned him senseless. Edward lay panting on the bed, tossing his head from side to side, his cheeks and flushed deliciously pink, his silken hair spread about him like a wayward angel. Roy didn’t think he’d ever seen a creature so exquisite; it was all but overwhelming. Ed’s cries suddenly increased in intensity and his entire small frame convulsed under Roy’s talented ministrations. As he felt hot liquid burst into the back of his throat, Roy was overcome with euphoria. I’m going to die happy, he thought as he swallowed, after this, I’m honestly going to die happy…
Edward was finding it hard to get enough air. Waves of pleasure were washing over him, and his entire universe had suddenly become one bright source of light, one spark, one flame. He was so busy enjoying the sensation that he didn’t realize what else Roy was doing until he felt himself being probed gently open under his tail, and the Flame alchemist’s tongue was doing things to him that he hadn’t believed were possible.
It was such a strange feeling; a little bit scary, but also weird and wonderful, like he was being opened up to an entire realm that he never knew existed. He wrapped his tail affectionately around Roy’s neck, moaning with inexpressible delight. Damn it, I really am gonna miss this tail… The sensations passing through his body were like nothing he’d ever felt before; it was like he was waking up in the world for the first time to find all the colors indescribably bright. He whimpered like a little puppy as Roy twisted his tongue inside of him, sliding even deeper. Who knew, Roy Mustang has a tongue like a friggin snake chimera…
Ed thought he was going to die of yearning when Roy pulled out of him and he cried out piteously, but then Roy began tracing his way up around his tail with that skilled tongue of his, planting little kisses on his small back. Ed purred. Edging up behind Edward, Roy pulled him up against his chest with one arm, using the other to reach into the drawer beside the bed. Ed wasn’t sure what he was doing until both of Roy’s hands appeared in front of him, slick with some sort of sweet smelling hand cream, which he proceeded to smear all over Edward, starting with his chest. The coldness of the cream made Ed jump as Roy massaged it into his sensitive little nipples.
Roy slid his hands all over his beautiful Sacrifice, past his flat stomach, down his thighs to where metal once again met flesh, and back to his precious cock, which for a second time stood to attention at the Colonel’s command. He smiled as Edward curled around his arm like a baby begging for its mother’s milk, having tasted it once and now unable to sleep for dreams of the sweet nectar it contained. Roy made use of this favorable position to slather cream all over his Sacrifice’s cute little ass, tail and all, and as he did so he began to work his index finger gently into the place his tongue had only just vacated. He was tight, as all virgin boys were, and Roy knew he was going to hurt him no matter what he did, but at least he could try to make it as painless as possible.
Edward writhed under him like a fish on a hook, and Roy was aware of the fact that he’d have bruises tomorrow from being inadvertently whacked with metal limbs, but then, how he felt tomorrow didn’t really matter, did it? He nearly laughed out loud at that thought. For the first times in his life, Roy Mustang could truly live for today, and to hell with tomorrow. Tonight, there would be no tossing and turning, worries about promotions or plans for the future needling him, interrupting his sleep… Tonight, he was going to sleep well for the first time in forever, his arms wrapped tightly around the one he loved more than life. Tonight was everything; tomorrow was only an illusion, a non-reality, a figment of a madman’s imagination.
Colors were flashing through Edward’s brain in rapid succession; he was suddenly aware of all of the wonderful sights, sounds, smells and tastes he’d ever experienced in his life, all at once, in a rush of vision, resonance, fragrance and flavor. Roy had now inserted two fingers inside him and was gently forcing them back and forth in a scissor-like motion, while his other hand was still stroking his cock from the front. Ed honestly thought he was going to explode into a thousand ecstatic, rapturous pieces, any second now…
Roy stopped. As he pulled his fingers free, Ed cried out, “No! NO, damn you!”
“You’ll need to be clearer about those orders,” Roy said softly into his ear.
Edward flipped himself over and glared at Roy, hot and flushed, with a fire in his eyes that the man knew all too well: the look of pure, unabashed Elric determination.
“I want you. Inside me. Now.” As he spoke, he reached into Roy’s pants, wrapped his human hand around his now extremely hard cock, and squeezed.
“Ah… that’s… clearer,” Roy whispered.
Ed then proceeded to get on all fours and stick his little round ass in the air, his golden tail swishing from side to side, his hands balled into fists, his eyes squeezed shut. It was the ultimate invitation, and it took all of Roy’s willpower and training to resist Edward’s offer in that moment. A part of him (okay, a good three quarters of him) wanted to jump on the boy and ram that sweet ass of his for all he was worth - after all, he had given the order! - but another part of him remembered all too well what it felt like to be in Ed’s position… exactly his position. One didn’t advance to high ranks in the military based on one’s leadership skills alone. It was a give and take, and Roy had… taken it… a number of times when he was nearly as young as Edward. He knew very well that Ed was currently not in the best position to take it for the first time, despite what he thought he wanted.
“Edward…”
“Are you choosing to disobey a direct order, Colonel?” he shouted, his eyes still closed.
“No, not at all. I just have… a suggestion.” Ed heard him moving around behind him, and then felt him coming around to his left side. Damn him, why can’t he ever just do what I ask? Ed thought, feeling exasperated. He wanted him and he wanted him now. Why was this so fucking difficult for that bastard Colonel to understand? He wanted him to do it while he was still running hot, before he lost his nerve, before he started to… feel things. Damn it, it’s already happening! I’m not letting him do this to me, I’m not, I’m going to make him do it, I’m going to…
Ed felt a hand brush his hair gently and he opened his eyes. When he saw Roy lying next to him, he had to blink several times to make sure he wasn’t delirious. There was his Fighter, lying on his back, completely naked, stroking his enormous cock with his right hand, smirking like there was, literally, no tomorrow. Fuck. Edward couldn’t believe how gorgeous the man was. How come I never noticed this… before?
He climbed on top of Roy and kissed him all over, relishing the feeling of his hard length pressing against his backside. Roy passed him the bottle of hand cream. “I certainly wouldn’t want to disobey your orders. In my experience, however, this way is… gentler. When there are ears to be lost, that is.”
Ed didn’t know what to say, so he just kept kissing Roy instead. He took the bottle and coated his left hand, then proceeded to rub it up and down Roy’s cock, enjoying the look of bliss this created on the Colonel’s face, but at the same time thinking: Christ, when the hell did I sign up to spear myself on this fucking thing? I must be out of my fucking mind…
Roy must have read his thoughts, for he spoke to Ed reassuringly. “It’ll be okay; I’ll help you. Just keep breathing.” Inhale. Exhale.
Roy backed up against the pillows and gently helped Ed get astraddle of his waist and onto his knees. “Okay, now just hold onto my hands and… no, wait, Edward, you can’t do it that way, you’re too…”
Ed was pushing off with his legs trying to put himself into position, and he managed to slide about halfway up Roy’s length before falling over straight on top of him, nearly breaking Roy’s nose in the process.
“Who’s so short he doesn’t fit on top of his Colonel’s nine inch fucking monster of a cock??” he shouted in Roy’s face in frustration.
“It’s nine and a half, but who’s counting?” Roy answered, with a smirk, naturally. Ed growled into Roy’s shoulder. “It’s okay, just try again. And hold onto me this time?”
When he was ready, Ed climbed back onto Roy’s waist, taking his outstretched hands and bending forward so that he could lift himself high enough to be in a position to take Roy inside him. As he pressed his tight little hole against the tip of Roy’s waiting cock, he glanced up at his Fighter one more time for support, then closed his eyes and braced himself. The pain was so intense at first that he immediately opened his eyes again and nearly slipped, panicking, but Roy caught him by the elbows and held him up, allowing him to continue at his own pace.
Ed closed his eyes again, gritted his teeth and slid down one agonizing inch, then another. He couldn’t remember feeling anything so painful that hadn’t involved loss of limb… Oh wait, this is going to involve loss of limb, isn’t it… Ed didn’t have time to worry about that for long, however, because suddenly his senses were being assaulted with something altogether unique, something… lovely. As he took Roy deeper inside of him, something was happening; along with the pain was another brand new feeling for Edward, this mind-blowing sensation of… fullness. Roy was touching a place within him that he never knew was there, and though it hurt like hell, it was glorious. Suddenly, Ed couldn’t get enough. He grabbed Roy’s hands and pulled himself up a couple of inches, then thrust back downward, going even further than he had before.
Opening his eyes, he saw Roy looking at him with a face so beautifully tender that he had to fight tears. Don’t, don’t go there, just enjoy this for what it is, it’s sex, just sex, it’s just… He closed his eyes again and concentrated on what he was doing, using the muscles in his legs to move himself gently up and down. With a deep breath, he finally let his weight carry him all the way to the bottom, taking all of Roy’s nine and a half inches up inside of him.
Roy couldn’t believe it; he just stared, and breathed, and stared. Damn. I’ve always known the boy was a prodigy, but this just goes beyond all expectations, he thought.
He wished he could freeze time in that moment, so he could always be there, right there, snug within his little Sacrifice. Reaching up, he pushed a lock of Edward’s sweat-drenched hair out of his face.
Ed opened his eyes. He smiled coyly. “Are they gone yet?” he asked, reaching up to touch his ears. “Damn, better try harder.”
He proceeded to ratchet himself up down again, and again, harder, nearly driving Roy to the brink of madness. As he got the hang of it, he started to pick up speed and suddenly turned into a little wildcat. Snarling at Roy, he grabbed him by the arms, shook him fiercely and sunk his sharp teeth into his shoulder. Roy cried out and clung to Edward as he continued to propel himself up and down with remarkable vigor.
Those metal limbs really do come in handy, Roy thought to himself as he hung on for dear life. This must be what heaven is like. I hope this is what heaven is like. He pulled back and looked down just in time for Ed to cum straight in his face. He licked his lips. Yep, definitely what heaven is like.
Ed could feel Roy getting larger inside of him, so he began moving up and down even faster, taking pleasure in his Fighter’s reaction as Roy thrust his hips forward and threw his head back in rapturous delight. Suddenly Edward felt himself filled with hot fluid as Roy screamed like a banshee and arched his back upwards, nearly toppling Ed over.
Feeling more than a little bit dizzy, Ed fell against Roy’s chest and lay there, spent. As Roy reached up and softly stroked his hair, Ed felt a single tear escape and roll down his cheek. He hoped that Roy wouldn’t notice, what with all this sweat… Roy just… didn’t need to know. Shifting slightly, he moved so that Roy could gently pull himself out of him, and they lay there, breathing together.
Roy pulled away slightly so he could look into Edward’s eyes. “Are you alright?”
Ed smiled and gave him the thumbs up sign with his metal hand. Roy wrapped his arms around him and sighed.
Thoughts drifted through Roy Mustang’s mind like clouds across a blue sky. What was life, if it wasn’t this? I’m alive, he thought, tonight, I am truly alive. Tomorrow will bring what tomorrow brings… Tonight, I’m alive, I’m happy, and… that’s all there is. He kissed the top of Edward’s head and drifted peacefully to sleep.
Prelude: Ed has just asked Roy to have sex with him so that he can lose his ears and tail before he returns to his own world (which will also involve Roy sacrificing himself).
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Roy smirked again. “If you just wanted to get rid of the tail, you could have easily found someone who wouldn’t ask you any questions.”
Ed balled his hands into fists. “I just… I’m scared, all right? Happy now?”
“Then why…”
Ed gave Roy a haunted look. “It’s just that… You know, it wouldn’t be the first time I would be losing body parts. And last time it happened… it wasn’t exactly pleasant.”
Roy’s eyes widened in understanding, and the next moment he was hugging Ed tightly to his chest and whispering into his golden hair. “It will be all right, Edward. Everything will be all right; it will not be like that…”
“I just want it to mean something. I don’t care if it hurts, I don’t care about all those stupid things people think about sex and virginity, but if I’m going to lose some part of me, I want it to mean something. And with you I know it would.”
Roy lifted Ed’s head and looked into his face. The golden eyes looked bright, almost too bright, but there were no tears. Roy smiled gently and said, “It would mean a lot to me.”
“I know.” Ed’s grin was shy and uncertain, but it was there. “Does that mean you…?”
He did not get a chance to finish the question. Roy closed the distance between them and his lips brushed gently against Edward’s. The boy shuddered, his breath catching. Their faces were so close; each subtle movement was a caress. Roy covered Ed’s face with tiny kisses: his cheeks, his chin, his forehead, his nose, and back to his silken lips.
In his nervousness and his inexperience, Ed was overeager, jumpy, rushed. He pushed his face against Roy’s and immediately stuck his tongue in his mouth, climbing all the way onto the bed and shoving Roy back against the pillows.
The amused Colonel took it in stride, breathing in time with his Sacrifice, willing him to be calm. Pressing their foreheads together, he sent a silent message: It’s okay, Edward. Breathe. Just breathe. He pulled the boy into his lap, his arms encircling him and holding him close.
Ed was all metal arms and legs, not sure what to do with himself. Roy stroked his hair soothingly, gently undoing his braid and letting all those golden waves fall freely around his ears. Those perfect ears… He leaned over to take one of Ed's baby soft earlobes into his mouth. How often he had longed for this, how often the boy had forbidden him, only to allow it now, now at the end of everything... it was almost painfully ironic. But Roy didn't care. At this moment, all that mattered was Edward... the smell of him, the taste of him, the feeling of his soft skin under his lips...
“Come on, let’s do it now, I want out of these friggin ears, you old bastard,” Ed called out over Roy’s shoulder, impatient with his tender caresses.
Roy decided it was time to change tactics. He responded by shoving Ed down on the bed, straddling him, fisting his hair and staring him directly in the face. “Is this how you want it, Fullmetal? Is this really how you want it?” he snarled.
Ed was breathing hard. He wanted to show Mustang that he wasn’t scared, that he didn’t care, that he was just doing this because… because he wanted those ears off, goddamn it… but a part of him was freaking out right now, and he wasn’t sure exactly why. He felt himself starting to go numb. All this crazy shit was happening and he just didn’t know what to think anymore. Maybe it would be better this way: hard, fast, brutal. Like punishment. For all he had done. For all he was about to do. He broke their gaze, closed his eyes. Inhale. Exhale. His eyes opened. Fine, whatever you want. I don’t care…
Roy stopped. He had noticed a flicker of something in his Sacrifice’s eyes that disturbed him. It wasn’t fear so much as… resignation. He’d seen that look in Edward’s eyes before, although he couldn’t recall exactly when it was. Roy didn’t like it. It was so unlike the Fullmetal alchemist he knew. All of a sudden, he no longer wanted to make love to him. Not like this. He let go of Ed’s hair and started to sit up.
“Wait… let’s start over, okay?” said Edward, shaking off his reverie. He reached out and pulled Roy back down to him, half smiling. “I’m Edward Elric. I come from Rizembul. I want to be a State Alchemist. Do you think you could teach me a thing or two?”
Roy tried to laugh, but he choked instead. Now he remembered where he’d seen that look. It was on the day that he first met Edward. How could he have forgotten? That boy in the wheelchair, missing an arm and a leg, with the look on his face of one who had been utterly, utterly defeated. One who had seen horrors of his own creation so alarming that the very fabric of his world had been torn asunder. The impact of that devastation was still reverberating in the small boy’s ears and visible in his glazed and shell-shocked eyes. A mixture of horror and resignation, and behind that… determination. Roy had yelled at him that day, grabbed him by the collar and snarled at that shattered and traumatized little boy, and now he was looking into those same golden eyes, which were giving him the same message: I don’t care what you do to me. I deserve it.
“I’m sorry, Edward, I…” Hot tears were threatening to escape from the corners of his eyes. Roy gathered Ed up in his arms and rolled over so that they were lying side by side, facing each other. He pressed his lips to Edward’s forehead and held him as tightly as he could. Ed’s metal arm was digging painfully into his shoulder, but Roy didn’t care. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry; I’m sorry for then, I’m sorry for now, I’m… He thought if he could just hold him tight enough, this one he loved beyond all reason, maybe he wouldn’t have to leave him, maybe it would be alright, somehow…
“Shhhhh,” Ed whispered, stroking the back of Roy’s head gently, shifting to make them more comfortable. Roy unexpectedly felt Ed’s moist little tongue in his ear, imitating the movements he himself had made just moments earlier. He always was a fast learner, Roy thought.
As he felt that tiny tongue slowly trace the outline of his jaw and make its way to his waiting lips, Roy realized he was suddenly very, very turned on. He grasped the back of Ed’s neck and kissed him deeply, relishing the feel of his tongue slipping inside that hot little mouth. Roy couldn’t remember ever being allowed to be this close to Ed for so long; it was deliciously intoxicating. He snuggled even closer to his young lover so that their bodies were as close together as possible, metal touching skin, entwined as one. Sensations surged through him like waves on the sea: love, despair, longing, desire, sadness, pain, release.
Ed separated from Roy long enough to extricate himself from his shirt and toss it aside. His brain had kicked into some kind of overdrive; he no longer cared about losing limbs or what the future held; he just wanted this, now, right now, with his Fighter, his Colonel, his Roy… this. Roy ran his hands over Ed’s chest like a sculptor molding his creation, and his tongue followed. He licked the sensitive place on his shoulder where metal met nerves, and Ed shivered. No one had ever touched him there, except Winry and Granny Pinako when they were attaching his automail. It felt strangely private, almost more intimate than the overtly sexual sensation of Roy’s knee between his legs, or his hand slipping down his back, fingers reaching underneath his soon-to-be-missing tail. For a moment Ed found himself almost sorry he was losing the tail; whatever Roy was doing to it right now felt just… marvelous…
Roy moved lower, dipping his tongue lightly into Ed’s perfect little navel, his fingers gently probing under his tail in a similar fashion. The combination of these two actions sent Ed soaring; he jerked his hips forward as Roy took the hem of his pants between his teeth. In his haste to remove his belt and his pants, Ed nearly clobbered Roy in the face with his metal fist. Lucky for him, the Flame alchemist’s reflexes were still good, even when inebriated with sexual fervor. Roy was soon back in action, taking Ed’s trembling human fingers into his mouth as he struggled with his zipper, licking each one at a time.
Glancing up at Edward with his characteristic smirk, Roy then put strong hands on either side of Ed’s waist and gave an expert tug, pulling his pants along with his underwear straight off of him and onto the floor. Ed was now completely naked and was just about to start feeling vulnerable when suddenly, Roy’s mouth was on him and his brain exploded. Holy… fuck. All he could do was entangle his hand in Roy’s hair as the man licked the underside of his cock with agonizing slowness, one hand cupping his family jewels, the other once again moving around to tease the small opening under Ed’s tail with his fingers. Ed cried out and pulled Roy’s hair mightily, but Roy was well practiced at this game and simply closed his lips over his teeth and sucked harder. He pushed the writhing boy back down onto the mattress and wrapped his arms around one flesh-and-blood knee and one metal one, taking him even deeper into his mouth.
Roy glanced up at his Sacrifice and inhaled sharply through his nose: the sight that met his eyes nearly stunned him senseless. Edward lay panting on the bed, tossing his head from side to side, his cheeks and flushed deliciously pink, his silken hair spread about him like a wayward angel. Roy didn’t think he’d ever seen a creature so exquisite; it was all but overwhelming. Ed’s cries suddenly increased in intensity and his entire small frame convulsed under Roy’s talented ministrations. As he felt hot liquid burst into the back of his throat, Roy was overcome with euphoria. I’m going to die happy, he thought as he swallowed, after this, I’m honestly going to die happy…
Edward was finding it hard to get enough air. Waves of pleasure were washing over him, and his entire universe had suddenly become one bright source of light, one spark, one flame. He was so busy enjoying the sensation that he didn’t realize what else Roy was doing until he felt himself being probed gently open under his tail, and the Flame alchemist’s tongue was doing things to him that he hadn’t believed were possible.
It was such a strange feeling; a little bit scary, but also weird and wonderful, like he was being opened up to an entire realm that he never knew existed. He wrapped his tail affectionately around Roy’s neck, moaning with inexpressible delight. Damn it, I really am gonna miss this tail… The sensations passing through his body were like nothing he’d ever felt before; it was like he was waking up in the world for the first time to find all the colors indescribably bright. He whimpered like a little puppy as Roy twisted his tongue inside of him, sliding even deeper. Who knew, Roy Mustang has a tongue like a friggin snake chimera…
Ed thought he was going to die of yearning when Roy pulled out of him and he cried out piteously, but then Roy began tracing his way up around his tail with that skilled tongue of his, planting little kisses on his small back. Ed purred. Edging up behind Edward, Roy pulled him up against his chest with one arm, using the other to reach into the drawer beside the bed. Ed wasn’t sure what he was doing until both of Roy’s hands appeared in front of him, slick with some sort of sweet smelling hand cream, which he proceeded to smear all over Edward, starting with his chest. The coldness of the cream made Ed jump as Roy massaged it into his sensitive little nipples.
Roy slid his hands all over his beautiful Sacrifice, past his flat stomach, down his thighs to where metal once again met flesh, and back to his precious cock, which for a second time stood to attention at the Colonel’s command. He smiled as Edward curled around his arm like a baby begging for its mother’s milk, having tasted it once and now unable to sleep for dreams of the sweet nectar it contained. Roy made use of this favorable position to slather cream all over his Sacrifice’s cute little ass, tail and all, and as he did so he began to work his index finger gently into the place his tongue had only just vacated. He was tight, as all virgin boys were, and Roy knew he was going to hurt him no matter what he did, but at least he could try to make it as painless as possible.
Edward writhed under him like a fish on a hook, and Roy was aware of the fact that he’d have bruises tomorrow from being inadvertently whacked with metal limbs, but then, how he felt tomorrow didn’t really matter, did it? He nearly laughed out loud at that thought. For the first times in his life, Roy Mustang could truly live for today, and to hell with tomorrow. Tonight, there would be no tossing and turning, worries about promotions or plans for the future needling him, interrupting his sleep… Tonight, he was going to sleep well for the first time in forever, his arms wrapped tightly around the one he loved more than life. Tonight was everything; tomorrow was only an illusion, a non-reality, a figment of a madman’s imagination.
Colors were flashing through Edward’s brain in rapid succession; he was suddenly aware of all of the wonderful sights, sounds, smells and tastes he’d ever experienced in his life, all at once, in a rush of vision, resonance, fragrance and flavor. Roy had now inserted two fingers inside him and was gently forcing them back and forth in a scissor-like motion, while his other hand was still stroking his cock from the front. Ed honestly thought he was going to explode into a thousand ecstatic, rapturous pieces, any second now…
Roy stopped. As he pulled his fingers free, Ed cried out, “No! NO, damn you!”
“You’ll need to be clearer about those orders,” Roy said softly into his ear.
Edward flipped himself over and glared at Roy, hot and flushed, with a fire in his eyes that the man knew all too well: the look of pure, unabashed Elric determination.
“I want you. Inside me. Now.” As he spoke, he reached into Roy’s pants, wrapped his human hand around his now extremely hard cock, and squeezed.
“Ah… that’s… clearer,” Roy whispered.
Ed then proceeded to get on all fours and stick his little round ass in the air, his golden tail swishing from side to side, his hands balled into fists, his eyes squeezed shut. It was the ultimate invitation, and it took all of Roy’s willpower and training to resist Edward’s offer in that moment. A part of him (okay, a good three quarters of him) wanted to jump on the boy and ram that sweet ass of his for all he was worth - after all, he had given the order! - but another part of him remembered all too well what it felt like to be in Ed’s position… exactly his position. One didn’t advance to high ranks in the military based on one’s leadership skills alone. It was a give and take, and Roy had… taken it… a number of times when he was nearly as young as Edward. He knew very well that Ed was currently not in the best position to take it for the first time, despite what he thought he wanted.
“Edward…”
“Are you choosing to disobey a direct order, Colonel?” he shouted, his eyes still closed.
“No, not at all. I just have… a suggestion.” Ed heard him moving around behind him, and then felt him coming around to his left side. Damn him, why can’t he ever just do what I ask? Ed thought, feeling exasperated. He wanted him and he wanted him now. Why was this so fucking difficult for that bastard Colonel to understand? He wanted him to do it while he was still running hot, before he lost his nerve, before he started to… feel things. Damn it, it’s already happening! I’m not letting him do this to me, I’m not, I’m going to make him do it, I’m going to…
Ed felt a hand brush his hair gently and he opened his eyes. When he saw Roy lying next to him, he had to blink several times to make sure he wasn’t delirious. There was his Fighter, lying on his back, completely naked, stroking his enormous cock with his right hand, smirking like there was, literally, no tomorrow. Fuck. Edward couldn’t believe how gorgeous the man was. How come I never noticed this… before?
He climbed on top of Roy and kissed him all over, relishing the feeling of his hard length pressing against his backside. Roy passed him the bottle of hand cream. “I certainly wouldn’t want to disobey your orders. In my experience, however, this way is… gentler. When there are ears to be lost, that is.”
Ed didn’t know what to say, so he just kept kissing Roy instead. He took the bottle and coated his left hand, then proceeded to rub it up and down Roy’s cock, enjoying the look of bliss this created on the Colonel’s face, but at the same time thinking: Christ, when the hell did I sign up to spear myself on this fucking thing? I must be out of my fucking mind…
Roy must have read his thoughts, for he spoke to Ed reassuringly. “It’ll be okay; I’ll help you. Just keep breathing.” Inhale. Exhale.
Roy backed up against the pillows and gently helped Ed get astraddle of his waist and onto his knees. “Okay, now just hold onto my hands and… no, wait, Edward, you can’t do it that way, you’re too…”
Ed was pushing off with his legs trying to put himself into position, and he managed to slide about halfway up Roy’s length before falling over straight on top of him, nearly breaking Roy’s nose in the process.
“Who’s so short he doesn’t fit on top of his Colonel’s nine inch fucking monster of a cock??” he shouted in Roy’s face in frustration.
“It’s nine and a half, but who’s counting?” Roy answered, with a smirk, naturally. Ed growled into Roy’s shoulder. “It’s okay, just try again. And hold onto me this time?”
When he was ready, Ed climbed back onto Roy’s waist, taking his outstretched hands and bending forward so that he could lift himself high enough to be in a position to take Roy inside him. As he pressed his tight little hole against the tip of Roy’s waiting cock, he glanced up at his Fighter one more time for support, then closed his eyes and braced himself. The pain was so intense at first that he immediately opened his eyes again and nearly slipped, panicking, but Roy caught him by the elbows and held him up, allowing him to continue at his own pace.
Ed closed his eyes again, gritted his teeth and slid down one agonizing inch, then another. He couldn’t remember feeling anything so painful that hadn’t involved loss of limb… Oh wait, this is going to involve loss of limb, isn’t it… Ed didn’t have time to worry about that for long, however, because suddenly his senses were being assaulted with something altogether unique, something… lovely. As he took Roy deeper inside of him, something was happening; along with the pain was another brand new feeling for Edward, this mind-blowing sensation of… fullness. Roy was touching a place within him that he never knew was there, and though it hurt like hell, it was glorious. Suddenly, Ed couldn’t get enough. He grabbed Roy’s hands and pulled himself up a couple of inches, then thrust back downward, going even further than he had before.
Opening his eyes, he saw Roy looking at him with a face so beautifully tender that he had to fight tears. Don’t, don’t go there, just enjoy this for what it is, it’s sex, just sex, it’s just… He closed his eyes again and concentrated on what he was doing, using the muscles in his legs to move himself gently up and down. With a deep breath, he finally let his weight carry him all the way to the bottom, taking all of Roy’s nine and a half inches up inside of him.
Roy couldn’t believe it; he just stared, and breathed, and stared. Damn. I’ve always known the boy was a prodigy, but this just goes beyond all expectations, he thought.
He wished he could freeze time in that moment, so he could always be there, right there, snug within his little Sacrifice. Reaching up, he pushed a lock of Edward’s sweat-drenched hair out of his face.
Ed opened his eyes. He smiled coyly. “Are they gone yet?” he asked, reaching up to touch his ears. “Damn, better try harder.”
He proceeded to ratchet himself up down again, and again, harder, nearly driving Roy to the brink of madness. As he got the hang of it, he started to pick up speed and suddenly turned into a little wildcat. Snarling at Roy, he grabbed him by the arms, shook him fiercely and sunk his sharp teeth into his shoulder. Roy cried out and clung to Edward as he continued to propel himself up and down with remarkable vigor.
Those metal limbs really do come in handy, Roy thought to himself as he hung on for dear life. This must be what heaven is like. I hope this is what heaven is like. He pulled back and looked down just in time for Ed to cum straight in his face. He licked his lips. Yep, definitely what heaven is like.
Ed could feel Roy getting larger inside of him, so he began moving up and down even faster, taking pleasure in his Fighter’s reaction as Roy thrust his hips forward and threw his head back in rapturous delight. Suddenly Edward felt himself filled with hot fluid as Roy screamed like a banshee and arched his back upwards, nearly toppling Ed over.
Feeling more than a little bit dizzy, Ed fell against Roy’s chest and lay there, spent. As Roy reached up and softly stroked his hair, Ed felt a single tear escape and roll down his cheek. He hoped that Roy wouldn’t notice, what with all this sweat… Roy just… didn’t need to know. Shifting slightly, he moved so that Roy could gently pull himself out of him, and they lay there, breathing together.
Roy pulled away slightly so he could look into Edward’s eyes. “Are you alright?”
Ed smiled and gave him the thumbs up sign with his metal hand. Roy wrapped his arms around him and sighed.
Thoughts drifted through Roy Mustang’s mind like clouds across a blue sky. What was life, if it wasn’t this? I’m alive, he thought, tonight, I am truly alive. Tomorrow will bring what tomorrow brings… Tonight, I’m alive, I’m happy, and… that’s all there is. He kissed the top of Edward’s head and drifted peacefully to sleep.