Better Living Through Alchemy - Chapter 7, Part 2
He rolled over and sighed, blinked his eyes open and squinted at the brightness. What time was it? When did the train get in? Why didn’t he remember getting home?
“Lieutenant Colonel?” a voice asked softly.
He turned his head, squinting and lifting his eyebrows in surprise. A young woman in uniform smiled at him.
“How are you feeling?” she asked.
He knew her, Second Lieutenant Margaret Cape, she worked in the infirmary, but why was she here? Were they dating? Oh no… did he get lucky and not remember it? He blinked his eyes open further and took in the white walls and overhead lamps. No he was in the infirmary. Did he get lucky in the infirmary?
“Becky, call up to Colonel Hawkeye’s office, let her know he’s awake,” Lieutenant Cape said to someone across the room.
“Why am I here?” Al said groggily.
“You collapsed on the train, sir. They brought you in by car from the emergency stop the train made,” she said. “How is your head?”
“It’s fine,” Al mumbled, “I just feel a little drained is all.” He shifted up in the pillows and worked to push himself into a sitting position. Lieutenant Cape helped him sit up and then went to get him a glass of water. Al rubbed his face and looked around. Besides him, there was one other occupant of the infirmary, but they had a curtain around their bed, probably sleeping.
He wasn’t sure why he was here, but frankly he wasn’t too worried at the moment. He was in some sort of blissful suspension, some strange place that made him feel light and whole. He wasn’t one to mess with something that wasn’t broken. The door to the infirmary opened and the Colonel came in, trailed by First Lieutenant Pharr. Her face took on a look of relief to see him sitting up in the bed and that made him feel warm and happy. Pharr broke into a big grin and Al grinned back.
“Good to see you awake, Lieutenant Colonel,” the Colonel said, “you had us a bit worried.”
“What is with falling over on train benches and smacking your head on the floor,” Pharr teased gently. “You should get more sleep.”
“I don’t know what happened,” Al said, “the last I remember…” he trailed off.
Don’t go, please let me try to explain!
I don’t need you either!
I’d take all this pain from both of you if I could.
“I need to call brother,” Al said faintly.
“Alphonse?” the Colonel said, she always called him Alphonse when she was being other than his commanding officer. He raised his eyes to her. She was still so beautiful. When he would come into the office with brother, she was always the first person he sought out.
“I really need to call him,” Al said again, “he’ll be worried, and the… General, I need to speak to him, too.”
“Is everything alright? I distinctly remember your leave was for two weeks, yet here you are back before the first week is out,” the Colonel said.
“Everything is fine,” Al said. “I remember everything.”
***
They sat in a big huddle on the grass. Of the twenty-three attempts, twelve of the horses survived. Thirteen if you counted the Professor’s.
The Professor was critically surveying each horse. Their misshapen heads, their crooked legs and their questionable construction, he was also grinning ear to ear.
“You lot did amazingly well,” he said, looking at the assembled faces. “Even the horses that were half formed or crumbled right away, you still transmuted them. You ALL transmuted on your first try, that’s an accomplishment.”
The boys all shifted and grinned and ducked their heads, pleased that their professor was happy.
“Did you transmute on your very first try?” Seth asked, eager for knowledge for the archive.
“No,” the Professor said, “I got a face full of dirt,” and he grinned.
“Whose is best?” Bernard asked.
The Professor rubbed his chin, looked at the offerings and picked up one that could stand by itself and had a fairly normal head. He stood it in his palm and looked at the crowd.
“This one, who made it,” he asked.
Boyd Harding shyly raised his hand from the back of the group, cheeks flushed and small pleased smile.
“Boyd wins!” the Professor said and everyone cheered.
Edward was ecstatic, his jock could transmute.
***
The bell cut their revelry short and they all jumped up, rushing for the doors with the Professor in the lead. They pelted down the hall much to the startled stares of the other students leaving their classrooms to head for their next lesson.
The Professor got the door open, held it and directed the mad rush of boys in, watching them grab their packs and satchels and lunches.
“Read chapter fourteen,” he yelled to the mass of bodies all trying to get out the door at once, “and everyone gets a passing grade today,” he yelled after them as they rushed down the hall.
He watched until they blended in with the other students in the hall, then pulled back into the room, shut the door and put his hands on his hips. He surveyed his empty classroom for a moment or two and then threw his arms in the air.
“I can teach!” he yelled to no one in particular.
***
The Colonel was sitting beside his bed in a chair that Lieutenant Pharr had fetched for her. Pharr stood at the end of the bed, hands folded behind his back, smiling.
“I met you when I was eleven and twelve,” Al said. “But the first time I was eleven. Brother and I had stopped the man on the train who was going to hold General Hakuro hostage in a prisoner exchange,” Al screwed up his face, “I don’t remember his name at the moment, but he had an automail arm like brother.”
“His name was Bard,” the Colonel supplied.
“Right,” Al said grinning, “that was it. We met Falman and Lieutenant Colonel Hughes on that trip too,” Al smiled a little sadly. “I’m able to miss him now,” he said.
“We all miss him,” the Colonel said. “What about the second time you met me for the first time?” she prodded softly.
“That was after brother disappeared,” Al said, “and I’d finished my training with teacher.” Al gave another sad smile. “She passed away not long after I came back here.”
The Colonel nodded.
“The General was a Major General then, but he helped me with the entrance exam, he sponsored me,” Al said. He then smiled broadly. “He really took me in, I mean, he was always nice to me, but I thought it was because of brother. It was because of me, wasn’t it?”
“The General is very fond of you,” the Colonel said with her slight smile.
“I’m really fond of him too, and he’s a great Pirate,” Al grinned, “I like that nickname.”
Pharr grinned at the Colonel and winked.
“He likes it too,” the Colonel looked over at Pharr. “If you don’t mind First Lieutenant, could you be persuaded to go and get us some dinner? Not the mess hall, this calls for something special.”
“Noodles,” Al appealed with his eyes.
“I’d be honored, Colonel. Noodles it is,” Pharr grinned. “I know just the place.”
“Meat sauce,” Al sucked in his bottom lip.
“I’m very familiar with your eating habits, sir,” Pharr grinned, “as we frequent Brio’s every Wednesday night,” he winked.
“Yes,” Al said and pointed, “and you set me up with girls!”
The Colonel looked off to the side a moment, the corner of her mouth quirking up and Pharr just outright laughed. He then saluted the both of them.
“Celebratory dinner on me,” he said cheerfully and took his leave.
***
Edward slid into the car, dumping his briefcase on the floor and grabbing the seat belt to hook it up. He looked windblown and chafed a bit in the cheeks, and he reached up to rub his right shoulder as he rolled them.
Then he did the most amazing thing. He looked at Roy and grinned.
Roy blinked. He hadn’t thought to be seeing that for a while. He opened his mouth to speak, but Edward beat him to it.
“They all transmuted, Roy. All of them,” he gushed excitedly. “Every last one of them on their first attempt, I couldn’t believe it! It was just clay horses, but some of them were actually horse shaped and could stand up on their own. I taught them Al’s basic array and they all did it. Guess what? My football player made the best one. I couldn’t believe it, they are all studying and doing what I tell them to do.” Edward was practically bouncing in his seat and Roy couldn’t help his own grin, he pulled the car away from the curb.
“I’m going to fix things with Al,” Edward said then. “I’m going to tell him whatever he wants to know, nothing held back.” He looked over at Roy then.
“You know I support you,” the General said. “You don’t know how glad I am to hear you reach that decision. I don’t know why I ever doubt you, you always come around.”
“I thought about what you said, about absolution,” Edward was more subdued now. “Why is it you can say the most painful things to me and then they make sense? I’d really like you to teach me that form of verbal alchemy, because it’s simply astonishing.”
Roy looked at him and winked and Edward snorted and rolled his shoulders again.
“Which brings up another point,” Edward said. “I doubt Al is going to talk to me willingly, so please help me spring a trap.”
“I am your creature,” the General said with a laugh. “I will gladly pillage and plunder and ensnare at your command,” he gave a slight bow of his head.
“Well it will be easy,” Ed said. “All you have to do is get him on the phone.”
“That I can do for you, my master,” the General grinned.
“I like this master thing, let’s try it in bed,” the blonde laughed.
“We already have, any time you want to climb on top,” the General snorted as he made the turn for the thoroughfare.
There was a class in a military academy where a former state alchemist taught. They had managed to do in one hour what it would normally take the General days, if not weeks, to do. They had lifted Edward’s spirit from the floor.
The General owed them his thanks.
***
Al was alone with the Colonel; this made him both pleased and nervous. He was both new and used to the feeling this way and it was a little disconcerting. She was regarding him with her slight smile and calling him Alphonse, this made him absurdly pleased and he felt a stirring. He then felt panic over the stirring because it wasn’t the sort of stirring he should be having with her sitting right there beside him in a chair. He cast about for something to distract himself with, a new, yet old random memory to throw out and turn his thoughts and conversation from this feeling in the pit of his stomach that was planning a campaign for regions lower.
“Alphonse, is something wrong?” she asked, one brow lifting slightly.
He tried to school his expression and just plunged ahead and opened his mouth.
“Hey,” he said feebly, “did the Colonel really have V.D. that time? It’s escaping me,” he gave a shaky smile, realized what he’d just asked and covered his face with his hands. Doomed, he was doomed.
He heard her laugh. It was a lovely sound, breathless for a moment, but not smothered. He dared to peek at her through his fingers and he went breathless himself at the sight of the smile. Not her usual, slight, companionable offering, but a genuine smile. He caught a glimpse of her teeth and she wrinkled her nose just a touch. It brought a bit of color to her cheeks and her eyes crinkled at the edges.
I made you laugh.
He lowered his hands slowly, offering his own smile in return and she shook her head at him.
“No Alphonse, he didn’t. If you do remember the culprits, please don’t inform him. That has been a well-guarded secret for many years now. We don’t wish to have the General incarcerated for murder,” she leaned back in the chair and pulled her bottom lip in just slightly, her smile still lingering. “I haven’t thought about that in years,” she said and gave a little sigh.
“I can congratulate you properly on your promotion now,” Al said brightly. “I know you’ll be a Brigadier General soon.”
“I thank you,“ she said, all poise and graciousness. “I would have liked to have made rank before you left my service. The success rate of your missions reflects well on me,” she said and smiled at him again, that wonderful smile.
Al sputtered at this compliment and cursed the heat he felt in his cheeks.
“Colonel, your accomplishments are your own,” he said. “With your good counsel and fact gathering skills, it’s easy to complete assignments for you. You have them half-completed when you hand them over.”
“I assume we could sit around trading compliments all night if we worked at it,” she said, reaching up and unbuttoning the top button of her collar as she crossed her legs, getting comfortable. “Let’s talk about your upcoming birthday. Have you decided what you are going to do when you resign?”
His eyes were glued to her fingers at her throat. He trailed them with his eyes back down to her lap where she laced them with her other hand, but he then realized what he was doing and his eyes flew back to her face where he found her tilting her head a bit, looking questioning. She had asked him something. She had asked him something and he hadn’t heard a word because she had been unbuttoning the top button of her uniform jacket.
“Uh…” he said intelligently.
“Are you still considering your own business?” she prompted kindly.
“Yes,” Al said with a rush of relief. “Also working for you, on a contractual basis. That is the plan. Brother isn’t on board yet, but he will be. I’ll just sweet talk him a little and if that fails, I’ll just I’ll sic the General on him. Sometimes it’s almost too easy, the way we can bushwhack him. We really ought to feel more shame.”
She laughed again and Al couldn’t help but laugh along with her. It was a rare occurrence in the days of his youth, when he towered over his life and spoke with echoes. She was so serious then, but it was serious times. Her ease with the situation, sitting with him in the infirmary, sharing his new old life again; it was one of the warmest feelings in his life.
“Thank you,” he said simply. “For always being there, Colonel. For what was then and then what was then again, and what is now,” he bit his lip, “did that make sense?”
“Brilliantly,” she said. “You’re welcome.”
“Maybe I should hire you as my translator,” Al sighed. “Brother is so literal it’s going to be like we are speaking a foreign language until I get all these memories synched,” he frowned. “It’s a very odd sensation having two tens and two elevens and so on.”
“I can only imagine,” the Colonel said. “Are you alright with it?”
“I will be,” Al said and tilted his head to the side. “I have some bones to pick with brother now that I know which bones to snap. I clearly didn’t know quite how to deal with him, I bet he’s in for a shock.”
“He will be happy and yet difficult,” the Colonel said.
“You know him too well,” Al said wryly. “I’ve never known anyone to work harder at being happily miserable in my life.”
She leaned forward then and put her hand on the back of his where it rested on the bed, giving it a fond pat. His stirring was back, all that hard won distraction banished in a light tap on the back of his hand.
“I’ll see about getting you some medals,” she said. “I mean that with the up most sincerity. You’ve always had the patience of a saint and the brother who could drive a saint to murder.”
“As a role model he excelled in teaching me that if we don’t get caught, we won’t get caught,” Al said.
“Truly a man with sterling convictions,” the Colonel said solemnly.
“Who never got convicted,” Al agreed.
When Pharr walked in with dinner, they were laughing again.
***
Dinner was from the deli. R.D. got half a sandwich when Ed’s mouth got busy with the General’s and wasn’t paying attention to his hand hanging off the side of the couch.
“I would so love to carry you to the bathroom,” the General husked, “but if I did, you’d have to carry me to the bedroom and put ointment on my back.”
“The sentiment is appreciated,” his lover growled, “I think I can make it to the bathroom despite the boner.”
The General could give him a hand up off the couch and grope him on the way to the bathroom, however. He in turn could grope the General’s ass when he leaned over to turn on the taps in the tub.
Edward’s sweater was on the floor and Edward’s fingers were working the buttons of Roy’s shirt when the phone rang. They both sighed. There was no more ignoring the phone for sex in their household unless they were actually engaged in sex. The General kissed his lover soundly and hurried to the den, calling over his shoulder to get in the tub, he’d make it quick.
Ed shrugged and stripped and had just started to put his foot in the water when Roy called down the hall, “Wait a minute, get in here, it’s Al!”
Ed wrapped a towel around his waist and came running to the den, where the General smiled at him and held out the phone. He took the receiver with a bit of trepidation, but Roy’s smile was reassuring and he put it to his ear.
“Al,” Ed started immediately, “I’m so sorry, I’m really so sorry. You were right and I was being selfish, but I swear to you it wasn’t about control! I wanted…”
“Brother, brother, brother,” Al kept interjecting, “brother, it’s okay!”
“No, it’s not okay,” Ed pressed on, “I wasn’t thinking. I know you’re going to say ‘Like usual’, but I really thought I was doing you a favor. I see now that it wasn’t much of a favor and I’m not asking you to understand why I did it…”
“Brother, brother, brother,” Al tried again. “BROTHER!”
Ed winched a little and squinting up one eye, glanced at Roy.
“Did that get your attention? Good,” Al said. “When we went to Risembool to get Winry to repair your arm after the dark man, whose name escapes me, destroyed your arm? You let Major Armstrong put me in the cattle car… wait… it was sheep.”
Ed blinked for a moment, furrowed his brows, then smoothed them.
“That wasn’t my fault,” he cried, now that he remembered what Al was on about, “he said it was cheaper and he already had you loaded on the train. I wanted to come back to there with you!”
“Not only that,” Al continued, “when I got put off the train by accident, you didn’t even notice!”
“I’m sorry! I noticed, but Armstrong wouldn’t let me jump off the train because it was moving! I really wanted to, he made me wait until the next stop and by the time we got back, you’d been pilfered! There are really a lot of dishonest people out in those parts, I was really appalled.” Edward put his hand on his hip and his towel sagged low; the General appreciated the crest of his butt cheeks.
“I’m just amazed I got my body back at all,” Al said, “seeing as how the other one got so little regard from you,” he sniffed.
“Now wait just a minute,” Edward scowled, “how can you…” he stopped, he looked slowly up at Roy, his eyes widening.
“At least you got all the parts,” Al said when Ed went silent.
“AL,” Ed shrieked and bounced in place. “You remember!”
“Took you long enough,” his little brother said wryly over the phone.
Roy appreciated the towel pooled on floor around Edward’s feet even more after the bounce.
***
Edward was naked, but wrapped in blankets and stuffed into Roy’s desk chair with the heating pad over his shoulder. He’d been there for almost two hours and Roy was asleep on the den couch by the window.
He was whispering things in the dimness of the room with his little brother. They had always shared things in the dark; it’s just now his eyes were trained on the figured curled up on a couch, waiting for him.
They were about talked-out anyway and Al was taking the train back to Central as soon as he could, which meant two days, possibly three at most and his brother would be back.
“I should go,” Ed whispered, “Roy’s asleep on the den couch. He’ll get a crick in his neck.”
“Okay,” Al whispered back, “we’ll go over more when I get there. You aren’t off the hook yet just because my subconscious decided to mug me.”
“I have no doubt,” Ed grinned, “whatever you want Al, just ask, it’s yours.”
“I just want my brother,” Al said, “and I’ve got that. Goodnight Ed.”
“Night Al,” Ed said, and waited to hear the click on the other end before he hung up the phone.
Roy blinked his eyes open and looked at Ed, unfocused a moment, before yawning. R.D. hopped down from the end of the couch where he’d been sleeping by Roy’s feet and did an impatient dance as Roy sat up and scratched his head, grumbling at the little dog.
“Go on to bed, I’ll take R.D. out and be in shortly,” Roy leveled himself up off the couch. “Was it a good talk?”
Ed nodded and stepped forward to lean against him for a long moment. Roy stroked his blanket covered back.
“Go on, you’ll get cold and your shoulder is bothering you. R.D.’s going to burst if I don’t take him out,” Roy coaxed. Edward stepped back and let Roy precede him out of the den.
“I know, I know,” the General was telling the black and white jumping bean, “you would let me get your leash on if you had to go out that badly.”
Edward watched for a moment before heading to the bedroom. He stood by his side of the bed for a long moment before just climbing in, blankets a fair trade for pajamas, he figured. He pushed under the heavy comforter and nuzzled into his pillow.
Sometimes, every now and again, life cut him a break.
The General and R.D. reappeared not long after and the General began to undress for the night. He started for his dresser to get his pajamas.
“Sleep naked,” a soft voice whispered behind him. He smiled then, turned around, went over and climbed onto the bed.
“Oh wait,” the voice whispered again, “got get my automail socks out of the bathroom.”
Not quite the mood killer it could have been, considering Roy didn’t want to cuddle with cold automail. He hurried on his errand and returned, climbing up onto the bed, shoving under the covers and assisting in getting the socks into place.
“I’ll be glad when winter is over,” Ed grumbled, letting Roy tie off the tie on the shoulder. He scowled at R.D. turning circles at the foot of the bed, but Roy’s voice brought his gaze back to the man.
“I don’t know,“ the General said, scooting into Ed’s blanket cocoon with him, “I rather like being buried under piles of blankets with you.”
“There is that,” Ed’s voice dropped a bit when Roy’s bare stomach rubbed against his. They were lying face to face and Ed lifted his automail leg, draping it over Roy’s upturned hip. Roy smiled at him, leaned forward to take his mouth and ran his hand down Edward’s stomach, pushing his fingers into blonde curls and over Edward’s cock, fingers wrapping around it.
Edward groaned and returned the favor, his flesh and seeking and finding Roy, already half hard. For a while, this lazy stroke of fingers and thrusts of tongue is all either of them wanted. Ed was very compliant when Roy finally tugged his hand away and pushed on his shoulder to roll him onto his back.
The only thing Roy had on Edward was height. Edward was broader, heavier and more defined. His body was still toned even though his days of endless chase were over and Roy took the time to trace his fingertips down Edward’s chest, onto the flat of his stomach.
“Leave my belly button alone,” his lover griped and the General snickered. Roy scooted down on the bed and began to trail is lips along the path his fingertips had forged. Edward was the definition of arousal for him. He stretched as Roy kissed him, opening his legs wider and sighing heavily. Roy rested his cheek on Edward’s stomach; he had pushed the blankets down, and was fingering a blonde curl to one side of Edward’s erection. Edward’s stomach quivered under him and he blonde shifted again, automail hand stroking lightly over Roy’s head, down the back of his neck and over his shoulder. It was cool through the sock, but not uncomfortably so, and actually felt rather good on Roy’s skin.
“What are you doing down there?” Edward murmured, drawing lazy circles with an automail finger on Roy’s shoulder.
“Savoring,” the General husked. He let his fingertips brush down the side of Ed’s cock and then cupped his balls. He stroked the pad of his thumb over them, as he trapped them and pressed them upwards. Edward rewarded him with a moan.
“Damn you are a sexy beast,” the General husked. “Male and erotic,” the General turned and dragged his tongue over Ed’s stomach. It jumped and quivered. “Your voice is such a turn on when it gets strained and husky,” the General told him, “your scent is musky and metallic. You’re still so solid, even if all you do is browbeat a bunch of thirteen year olds into transmuting toy horses all day. These damn blonde curls,” the General stuck his nose in them briefly and inhaled deeply, “drive me batshit.”
“Fuck,” Edward whined and arched his hips, “you trying to talk me into cumming? It might work,” he panted.
“I thought it might be a pleasant change of pace, although it is phenomenally hard to keep my hands and mouth off of you,” Roy kissed a slow trail from just below Ed’s navel to the edge of his curls.
“Do both,” Ed encouraged with a whine.
Roy kissed along the edge of the curls the top of the thigh closest to him. He opened his mouth and slid it down, then pulled Ed’s legs wider and trailed his tongue over the soft inner thigh.
Ed hitched in a deep breath and arched his back, pressing his head back into the pillow. Roy’s lips left his inner thigh; there was a broad tongue sweep across his cock, then down and over his balls. Ed fisted his hand in the comforter and pulled hard, it came untucked from the bottom of the bed and when it moved upwards, it slide R.D. into Roy’s side. The puppy’s cold, wet nose poked him there and he jumped and leaned up.
“What?” Ed cried, “What’s wrong?”
“You pulled R.D. onto me and his nose is cold,” Roy chuckled. Ed lifted his head, he’d forgotten about the dog.
“Put him out,” Ed said, pushing up on his elbows and flipping the covers over himself. Roy blinked.
“What are you doing,” Roy suddenly laughed, “R.D. doesn’t care if you’re naked!”
Ed turned red, scowled and shifted a bit.
“I can’t do it if he’s watching,” he finally mumbled.
Roy gaped up at him, then started laughing harder.
“You’re not serious,” he got out between bouts of hilarity. “He’s just a dog, who’s he gonna tell,” and the General got choked then in snorting giggles.
“I know,” Ed growled, embarrassed. “I just can’t… it’s like a kid watching.”
Roy howled in laughter, leaned down and pressed his forehead to Ed’s stomach, body shaking.
“You are such a bastard,” Ed hissed. “Now put him out before I get soft.”
Roy got up, tried to speak but couldn’t for the snickering, scooped R.D. up, deposited him in the hall and closed the door.
“Our son is in the hall, can we please have sex now,” Roy got out before finding himself just too hilarious and collapsing over on the bed, laughing hard. Ed shot him a bird with each hand.
Roy grabbed the blankets, jerked them off of Ed’s body and leaned down. He took a deep breath, puffed his cheeks and blew a raspberry right into Ed’s navel. Now Ed was howling in laughter and in the hall R.D. joined them for a few moments.
“Bastard, shit General,” Ed sobbed, “I’m so fucking horny I could die and you want to be a comedian. I was fuckin’ getting off on your goddamn sweet talk,” the blonde sniffled.
“Wasn’t sweet talk. Okay, it was,” the General grinned and dropped several kisses on Ed’s stomach. “I’m sorry, beautiful.”
“Don’t call me that,” Ed huffed, “I like sexy beast better.”
Roy growled then, a very deep sound and Edward answered with an equally deep groan. He arched his back and his lover’s mouth took the head of his cock. A tongue dragged over the slit and then he was engulfed in warm, wet heat. Damn, Roy could give a blowjob. The right amount of pressure, the tongue press to the roof of his mouth, the alternate deep throat with shallower, quicker pulls. He allowed Ed to thrust up, going up on his elbows to accommodate and regulate how far Edward pressed himself inside. He gripped Ed’s balls, rolling them in his palm and pressing them in rhythm to his suction.
Edward talked to him, deep growled encouragement, high-pitched obscenities and his name bantered. It was Edward’s habit not to call on any ethereal higher being; he just made Roy the substitute for it. He pulled off completely the first time Edward climbed close enough to release and Edward cursed him roundly and damned his parentage. In punishment, the General mouthed his balls and inner thighs, ignoring his weeping cock.
“Nonono,” Edward sobbed. “Damn you!” He shifted his hips all around, making it difficult to do anything properly, so Roy just leaned up on his elbows and let him writhe for a moment. When he realized Roy wasn’t touching him, he whined and sucked his lower lip, giving the most gorgeous, pitiful look.
Roy leaned over and kissed his cock and Ed trembled, trying to hold still but to no avail.
“What do you want?” Ed wailed. “You know I’ll do it! I’ll let you call me mare this time, PLEASE ROY,” he sobbed.
Roy grinned and took him in again and Edward thanked him by coming within the first five seconds. Roy rolled him around in his mouth for a moment or two longer, then sat up and got the oil bottle. Edward watched him with slitted eyes, then threw a pillow down beside his hip and rolled over onto it. Roy opened the bottle, but sat it slowly down on the bedside table, unused for a moment.
“You’re a complete brat,” Roy said with a grin.
“Huh?” Edward said, still climax glazed, he turned his head to look at him.
Roy smacked his upturned ass with a resounding whap and Edward howled in humiliated appreciation as he tried to fuck the pillow into submission.
***
Roy rolled them onto their sides. He hadn’t withdrawn yet and Ed’s reddened backside was pressed against his hips. Edward was limp and drenched, panting raggedly and still moaning lowly over his tender butt cheeks every time Roy shifted a bit and rubbed against them. Roy was equally drenched, also gulping for air and he buried his face in the curve of Edward’s neck, shaking as he tried to regain his composure. It was a while before either could speak.
“That was just fuckin’ hot,” Ed managed first. “I think I like your dirty talk.”
“Thought you said it was sweet talk,” Roy said, muffled against his shoulder.
“No one with a cock like that has anything sweet about them,” Ed groaned and tightened briefly on the part of Roy’s body still inside him.
“Oh god, don’t do that,” Roy gulped and shook, still sensitive after his hard climax. He felt a tremor of dread when he heard a ragged, yet mischievous laugh.
“Ed… AH!” Roy said, arching back too late. Edward tightened down hard and Roy writhed in the limited fashion he could, but couldn’t pull out.
“This is just like dogs,” Ed chortled evilly. “They get stuck like this, who’s the dog of the military now?”
“We are R.D.’s parents after all,” Roy grated out before Edward seemed to vice grip him tighter. He whined and begged for mercy.
But he just couldn’t help himself. He was his own worst enemy, truly.
“In this position,” Roy stammered when he could, “it makes you the bitch.”
Edward snarled and seemed to be able to get into negative ratios when it came to the sphincter factor.
“If you squeeze it off,” Roy gasped, “you’ll have to raise R.D. alone without his father,” Roy thought the lack of blood getting to the brain in his dick was making him delirious. Yes, that must be it. Why would he go to the trouble of infuriating people who could so easily kick his ass if he wasn’t?
Ed was glaring at him over his shoulder.
“You really have a death wish or something tonight,” he rasped out.
“They do call this the ‘little death’,” Roy managed to wheeze.
Edward’s expression turned into a smirk.
“Well,” he said, evil glint in his eye, “I think I’m feeling a little homicidal now.”
He suddenly moved forward a bit and then back into Roy, his butt hitting the General in the stomach. Roy let out a little whoosh of breath and then a ragged moan.
“Fuck,” Ed said. “I think I might be a serial killer, in fact,” he groaned and began to move himself steadily, listening to the pathetic cries of his victim and enjoying the writhing of his death throes against his back.
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