Fullmetal Alchemist: (Roy/Ed)
Title: Parabola
Author: reddwarfer
Rating: R
Warnings: Ed's not exactly 18 in this...
Word count: 420~
Summary: It isn't often he sees him smiling.
A/N: Well, it might not be what you had in mind, but I hope you like it anyhow.
It isn't often that he sees him smiling. Or at least that's what he tells himself. Roy knows that he shouldn't be doing this. He knows, but this smile is what keeps him from stopping. It started months back with a heated argument, a biting kiss flush up against a wall, and irresistible demand for more.
Ed's knees are pressing up against his sides, hot flesh and cool automail digging into him until he wonders if there will be marks. There are a plethora of thoughts that run through his mind while he's waiting: Ed's too small, too young, too everything. But then Ed arrives, and he stops thinking altogether.
"Colonel," Ed breathes, and Roy runs his hands up Ed's body, around to his back, and onto his shoulders, pulling him down for a kiss. He doesn't want to think about their jobs, their ranks, the risk. He wants to think about the way Ed's lips are wet and sloppy against his own, the way Ed clenches around him, stealing his breath, the fire that flares in Ed's eyes as he matches every touch, every kiss, every thrust.
It's strange, this thing they have. It's an anomaly. Beyond these walls, this room, there's death and corruption and pain at every turn. He's bound by his office, his dreams, his duties, and he does his job, even when it makes him sick. Ed's bound to his brother, to his goal, his journey, and Roy wouldn't stop him even if it were possible. They can't be anything more than what they are now, and they shouldn't be even as much.
Roy watches as Ed pulls back, throws his head back and laughs, all happy and light, without a hint of mockery or bitterness. Ed's wears a lazy grin as he cants his hips, all full of mischievousness, and a hint of challenge. It makes Roy wants to devour him. Sex makes Ed giddy, loopy, half-drunk and smiling, and Roy can't help but cling onto these moments like a drowning man. Everything's crashing around them, and things are only getting worse.
"Bastard Colonel," Ed says, after he comes, with no bite as he slumps down on Roy's chest. He snorts, but doesn't reply, because when he does, this moment will be over, and they'll go back to being Colonel Mustang and Fullmetal Alchemist. He's already thinking of the next time; Ed coming to him, crawling between his thighs, and pressing into him until all he can see/hear/feel is that smile.
Author: reddwarfer
Rating: R
Warnings: Ed's not exactly 18 in this...
Word count: 420~
Summary: It isn't often he sees him smiling.
A/N: Well, it might not be what you had in mind, but I hope you like it anyhow.
It isn't often that he sees him smiling. Or at least that's what he tells himself. Roy knows that he shouldn't be doing this. He knows, but this smile is what keeps him from stopping. It started months back with a heated argument, a biting kiss flush up against a wall, and irresistible demand for more.
Ed's knees are pressing up against his sides, hot flesh and cool automail digging into him until he wonders if there will be marks. There are a plethora of thoughts that run through his mind while he's waiting: Ed's too small, too young, too everything. But then Ed arrives, and he stops thinking altogether.
"Colonel," Ed breathes, and Roy runs his hands up Ed's body, around to his back, and onto his shoulders, pulling him down for a kiss. He doesn't want to think about their jobs, their ranks, the risk. He wants to think about the way Ed's lips are wet and sloppy against his own, the way Ed clenches around him, stealing his breath, the fire that flares in Ed's eyes as he matches every touch, every kiss, every thrust.
It's strange, this thing they have. It's an anomaly. Beyond these walls, this room, there's death and corruption and pain at every turn. He's bound by his office, his dreams, his duties, and he does his job, even when it makes him sick. Ed's bound to his brother, to his goal, his journey, and Roy wouldn't stop him even if it were possible. They can't be anything more than what they are now, and they shouldn't be even as much.
Roy watches as Ed pulls back, throws his head back and laughs, all happy and light, without a hint of mockery or bitterness. Ed's wears a lazy grin as he cants his hips, all full of mischievousness, and a hint of challenge. It makes Roy wants to devour him. Sex makes Ed giddy, loopy, half-drunk and smiling, and Roy can't help but cling onto these moments like a drowning man. Everything's crashing around them, and things are only getting worse.
"Bastard Colonel," Ed says, after he comes, with no bite as he slumps down on Roy's chest. He snorts, but doesn't reply, because when he does, this moment will be over, and they'll go back to being Colonel Mustang and Fullmetal Alchemist. He's already thinking of the next time; Ed coming to him, crawling between his thighs, and pressing into him until all he can see/hear/feel is that smile.