'Nother test y0.
Well, this is what I have so far o_O;
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|Title: Peppermints |
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Ed was mad.
Very mad, but also wet.
He was wet, because he was standing in the rain.
He was standing in the rain, because Roy Mustang had thrown him - Literally - out of his office.
Falling that far to the pavement was no fun, but atleast he has transmutated the concrete to a pile of pillows.
Al was nowhere to be seen. He had gone off somewhere, that morning, with some pathetic excuse about.. Miniskirts? Ed hadn’t asked. He wasn’t sure he -wanted- to know. Besides. Al didn’t look -good- in a miniskirt. Atleast, he hoped that he didn’t.
Narrowing his eyes, he leaned back on a convenient pillar. It was cold, just like the rain. He was beginning to dislike the rain almost as much as Mustang.
Which brought him back to his plotting against the mans health.
Oh how he wanted to hurt him. Slowly. Painfully. With a spoon. Oh yes, that would be fun. Maybe a pointy spoon.
…A spork. Yesss.
That would do quite nicely.
Snickering to himself, Ed stalked back into the building, ignoring the dismayed squawking of the janitor, who had, presumably, just finished mopping those floors that the blonde-haired boy was now tracking immeasurable amounts of -mud- on. The janitor quickly decided he didn’t like Fullmetal any more. But, what could he do, besides grumble and clean it up again. He was going to demand a raise. A -large- one.
Continuing on, Ed stalked up the stairs, nearly slipping every now and then. He had found out that water was even less likable than..than.. Roy. A sarcastic snort banished that thought. Nothing. Was more detestable than ROY.
Except Maes and his dreaded pictures.
Once he cornered you with those, there was no escape, except to ‘Ooh’ and ‘ahh’ over them. Maybe, with some luck, he would be called away. But typically, you would be stuck for hours. Hours upon torturous hours with the man gushing compliments about his ‘princess.’ Hopefully you would resist the urge to bash him over the head, because patience is a virtue.
For most, anyway.
Pausing, Edward leaned against the wall. Cursed stairs, they took forever to get up. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he had accidentally cracked his head on the windowsill, on the way out. Bless Roy and his kindness, he had even yelled ‘Have a nice trip.’ Clenching his hands into fists, he growled out several obscene words at Mister Flamey Doom Pimp-Man.
He realized that there was a hint of jealousy at the end of that sentence, and that made him laugh. Him, jealous of those sluts that Roy would always take out to dinner! Never. For one, Mustang was the scum of the earth, obviously not fit to even -wish- to woo Edward. For another, he was too pretty. Wait, pretty!? Where the hell had -THAT- come from? He shook his head vigorously, trying to get that thought out of his head. True, Mustang -did- have those gorgeous eyes, and that oh-so-pettable hair.. Tapping a forefinger against his lower lip, Ed’s eyes assumed a glazed look, as he mused upon his superiors good-looks for a full half-minute.
Until he remembered that Roy had thrown him out the window in a most undignified manner. That spurred him on to resume climbing the stairs, muttering things about what exactly he would -do- to those good looks. For one, he would leave a hickey the size of..Wait. That wasn’t right. He had been planning to break Roy’s face in. With a chair. …But the second option would humiliate him..and it would be so pleasureable..No! He had to keep being angry. He shook himself mentally, forcing his thoughts back to the line of violence, and not..shagging.. Roy in a miniskirt. Mmm..vinyl. ..Wait. That wasn’t right either!
Why did his hormones have to focus on a guy. Much less Mustang. Why why why, he thought with agony. Now he wouldn’t be able to go back there. But he had to! He was cold, and that was -Roy’s- fault! Though he repressed the fact that it was his fault that Roy had thrown him out the window. He hadn’t -really- meant to transmutate Mustang’s shirt into a doggy collar and leash. ..It had been amusing though. Call -him- a dog in that condescending tone, Ed thought viciously. He’d remember to do that again if necessary, oh, it was worth the horrible plummeting feeling to see that man’s face turn so red. He hadn’t known Roy could blush. It had been enjoyable, seeing a shirtless Roy, a shirtless -blushing- Roy.
And that made certain articles of his clothing tighten uncomfortably. Not.. that he minded. It was just embarrassing. Because those cursed black pants were tight enough. And he had -seen- that.. that…..Pedofile -staring- at his crotch area. That was HIS crotch, not that bastard’s. Though maybe that bastard could borrow it..No! No no no. He wouldn’t think of that, really. …Too late. He had thought. And now his pants were two sizes too small. And, there was a sickeningly familiar voice calling down to him in that oh-so-degrading tone.
"Ed. Stop standing there like a lump. You’re melting onto the floor."
Oh, that really helped his problem. He was -sure- that he had a bulge in his pants the size of a five-story building. Yes, he was complimenting himself.
"…I’m not melting. If I recollect right, YOU were the one who pushed me out of YOUR office window. If you haven’t noticed, it’s raining."
Curses, his voice had squeeked. Now he was blushing like a tomato. It almost made him laugh to invision himself.
Almost.
Until he realized that Roy was talking. Again. And he had missed half of it.
"…Coat in my office, you know. I was going to throw it out after you, but seeing as you’re such a little person with such a big temper, I knew you would come up again." Oh, that smooth, sexy…No, no, Ed told himself. It was just dripping with sarcasm, like Roy would be dripping with sweat when he got through shagging the..
A bright red coat hitting his head knocked him off that line of thought, and onto his arse. "Owww. Bastard.." Ed tenderly rubbed the offended body-part, scowling up at where he thought Roy would be. Until, that is, a light touch on the back of his neck startled him rather badly. "Eeh! What the hell!?" And that was all that managed to escape him, because a pair of lips was firmly attached to his neck, and the mouth they belonged to was doing the most delightful thing. "Ah-h.." Ed tried to edge away, until an arm became firmly clamped around his waist. "Stop your moving, Fullmetal. You’re making it hard to work." And with that came an example of what ‘work’ really meant; a feather-light touch nibbling and kissing it’s way down his neck, which, of course, hit all the sensitive spots.
Which Ed also found to be quite enough to make him stop squirming, much to Roy’s amusement.
Abruptly, the arm encircling him, and the mouth tormenting him, vanished, and he heard crisp footsteps traveling back up the stairs. "H-hey! Where’re you going! ..You can’t just..just.."
"Can’t what? Might I remind you, I am your superior."
All things aside, Edward thought, he would find it so fulfilling to tie that man to a bed and sex him silly.
"…Uhn.." Uhn!? What the hell was that, you idiot! You don’t just say ’Uhn’ to Mustang! It’ll make you look like even more of an idiot, to him. Laughter broke in on his thoughts as he looked up sulkily.
"What an intelligent thing to say, Edward."
Fullmetal opened his mouth to snap at Roy, but he was a bit too late, he had already vanished up the stairway. Leaving Ed with his coat and a rather obvious problem. And he couldn’t very well go back DOWN the stairs, because there were..people. Who would see. That left him the option of staying there till he died, or…following. Both were distasteful options, he kept saying as he pushed himself up. Very distasteful, except the latter will hopefully turn into something that will make it possible for him to walk unimpeded by those evil pants.
Psh, pants. Who needs ‘em.
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Roy smirked as he settled down into his wonderfully comfortable chair. Oh how he loved that chair. He sighed and let himself sink into it, for a few moments, before musing on what he had just done. Oh he did have to admit, the boy was fun to torment. And he tasted good.. like green tea, with a faint minty aftertaste. Like his precious peppermints. He would -never- tell anyone that he liked peppermints. They would laugh. It wasn’t his fault that someone had slipped those candies into his pocket, and gotten him addicted. He made a huffing noise as he straightened up, leaning forwards onto his desk. The desk being partially submerged under mountains of paperwork. Loathsome business, paperwork. He hated it almost as much as he hated having a bad hair day, and everyone knew that when Roy had a bad hair day, there was the chance of being burned to a nice, toasty crisp. Unlike that toast that he had scorched beyond recognition, that one time, when Fullmetal had slipped vodka into his coffee. Damn that boy and his pranks. If he didn’t know any better, it could have been -him- that put those mints in his pants-pocket. Wait. That would mean.. some time.. Edward had, in a round-about way.. Groped him!? Oh dear god.
A sharp knock on the door jolted him out of that horrifying idea, at the same time making him slip half-way off his chair. Before he could tell whoever it was to go away, the door opened to reveal a rather disgruntled-looking Edward Elric. ..A rather hormone-driven Edward Elric, at that. The sight made him want to tackle the boy and ravage him, right there on the floor. But Roy wouldn’t do that, oh no. He would do it with dignity, and poise. ..Unless those golden eyes kept staring at him with that pathetic, needy look.
Oh, why, dear god, did those beautiful eyes keep staring.
"What is it, Fullmetal?" Somehow, much to Mustang’s relief, he managed to keep his voice steady and cool, like always. Which didn’t seem to help the boy’s little.. ah.. problem, one bit. Nope, not one little bit. …Which made Roy smirk in the most sexy, devilish way.
"…I..uh.. ..Wanted to thank you for bring my coat…." Scuffing at the floor with the toe of his boot, Edward looked so pathetically out of place, Roy couldn’t help but laugh. Which earned him a fierce glare, which only made him laugh harder, till he was finally on the floor. Snickering, most undignifiedly. With the golden-eyed beauty holding a rather heavy, not to mention lethal-looking, book over his head.
"What the hell are you laughing at, Mustang!?" He was obviously trying to act tough, to intimidate, because for once, he was actually a good bit taller than his superior. Which made his ego grow, along with something else that Roy could happen to suck on very easily, from his position on the floor. Which made Roy smirk again, which therefore presented the need to duck, for Edward attempted to bash his skull in with said book. Thankfully he missed, otherwise this would stop right here.
The missing just so happened to throw the blonde off balance, landing him right in Roy’s lap, face down. Ed was very thankful that Mustang couldn’t see how horribly he was blushing right then, for it most assuredly would have sent the man into another fit of laughter. Which would have gotten him bitten, on the leg, and we all know how painful that is.
Roy smirked and petted at Edward’s hair, earning him a muffled squeak as his lap-dog jumped up most humorously. "What the hell?" Less angry than he had spoken it before, it was more of a question embellished with fancy words. Tentatively, like he didn’t want to be thrown out of Roy’s office again. Which was logical, no one would actually -like- to be thrown from such a height. Except for those crazy sky-divers, but they don’t count, because they’re crazy.
With a grunt, Roy pulled himself back up into that chair of his, crossing his legs carefully, then brushing invisible wrinkles out of his pants. "You’re very graceful." He attempted to keep the laughter out of his voice, and almost succeeded. Almost.
The slight, oh-so-unnoticeable hint of mockery got him a swift kick in the shin. And that hurt both his nerves, and his ego. So he fixed it, by pulling the fuming blonde down onto his lap and placing a firm kiss on those lips parted in a disdainful snarl. Which was very unexpected, so unexpected even that Edward responded by infiltrating Roy’s mouth with his tongue. Which was very interesting indeed.
Roy mentally quirked a brow, the boy was no novice at kissing. He vaguely wondered in the back of his mind where Edward had learned it. Ah well, back to the present. Ed was dutifully exploring every part of Roy’s mouth with something akin to lust. Oh bother. It -was- lust, along with something else that Roy didn’t want to bother to figure out at that point in time. Especially since Fullmetal was now straddling him, which put a hard-to-ignore pressure against -his- growing problem, which caused him to moan in a most undignified way, but he didn’t care at this point.
And that was when Edward drew back, leaning his elbows on the edge of the desk, pressing the lower half of his body down into Roy’s lap. "That’s for back there." Blinking slightly, and rather dazedly, Roy gave him a bewildered look. But that only lasted for a second, he then realized he was just paid back in the most infuriatingly pleasurable way that the infernal brat could think up. And Edward was enjoying the look on Mustang’s face, he was drinking it up like a cat does cream, with a lazy grin on his face.
Spluttering with indignation, Roy shoved the blonde down onto the floor and stood, towering over him. "If you start something in this office, by god, you’re going to finish it." At that, Edward’s superior strode over to the door, which was gaping open uncomfortably, and closed it with a sharp click. Locking said door for good measure, Roy pulled off his jacket and started meticulously unbuttoning his shirt. Edward, by now, knew that it hadn’t been such a good idea to torment his superior officer like that, and it looked like he would be getting his previously-thought-up ideas weather he was ready for them to happen or not.
The blonde shifted slightly, uncomfortably, for he didn’t exactly know what was going to happen. Though he knew it would involve sex. Atleast he -hoped- so. Oh how he hoped. So, to pass the time, he leaned on the desk, till Mustang took off his gloves and snapped his fingers. "Off the desk. You’ll dislodge something." As an afterthought, he added a single word. "Strip." Ed blushed all over again, but stopped leaning on the desk. "Why should I?" Roy smirked. That boy was defiant as ever. Ah, well, that makes it all the more fun. "Because it’s hard to fuck someone through their pants. Except orally…" He trailed off with a thoughtful look. Edward blanched. "Okay, okay, you win.." Muttering darkly to himself, he stripped down to nothing, fidgeting uncomfortably as he looked anywhere but in Roy’s direction. Mustang eyed him, taking in the tanness of the boy’s skin, the rather well-toned muscle structuring, but mostly, Roy’s eyes were glued to Fullmetal’s crotch area. Was the little brat actually bigger? How degrading, he thought to himself as he carefully slipped the last remaining article of clothing off, dropping it into a pile.
"Well?" Mustang chuckled slightly at the sulky overtone to Edward’s voice. "I like what I see." That alone was enough to make the blush tint Ed’s cheeks slightly, as he shifted, absently playing with the tie that kept his braid, well, braided. Roy slipped over to stand behind him, snaking his arms around the fidgeting boy’s waist. "Now now. It’s not like I’m going to rape you.. Seeing as it looks like you want this as much as I do." That alone caused a hitch in Edward’s breathing as he inclined his head, slightly. "Whatev-Ah-ha.." His half-formed word died on his lips and changed into a whimper as Roy nipped at the extra-sensitive spot behind his left ear. "Like that, do you.." Roy’s voice was now more of a deep growl than actual speech, but Ed didn’t mind that, oh no, not one little bit.
The sudden knock on the door they -both- minded, though.
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|Title: Peppermints |
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Ed was mad.
Very mad, but also wet.
He was wet, because he was standing in the rain.
He was standing in the rain, because Roy Mustang had thrown him - Literally - out of his office.
Falling that far to the pavement was no fun, but atleast he has transmutated the concrete to a pile of pillows.
Al was nowhere to be seen. He had gone off somewhere, that morning, with some pathetic excuse about.. Miniskirts? Ed hadn’t asked. He wasn’t sure he -wanted- to know. Besides. Al didn’t look -good- in a miniskirt. Atleast, he hoped that he didn’t.
Narrowing his eyes, he leaned back on a convenient pillar. It was cold, just like the rain. He was beginning to dislike the rain almost as much as Mustang.
Which brought him back to his plotting against the mans health.
Oh how he wanted to hurt him. Slowly. Painfully. With a spoon. Oh yes, that would be fun. Maybe a pointy spoon.
…A spork. Yesss.
That would do quite nicely.
Snickering to himself, Ed stalked back into the building, ignoring the dismayed squawking of the janitor, who had, presumably, just finished mopping those floors that the blonde-haired boy was now tracking immeasurable amounts of -mud- on. The janitor quickly decided he didn’t like Fullmetal any more. But, what could he do, besides grumble and clean it up again. He was going to demand a raise. A -large- one.
Continuing on, Ed stalked up the stairs, nearly slipping every now and then. He had found out that water was even less likable than..than.. Roy. A sarcastic snort banished that thought. Nothing. Was more detestable than ROY.
Except Maes and his dreaded pictures.
Once he cornered you with those, there was no escape, except to ‘Ooh’ and ‘ahh’ over them. Maybe, with some luck, he would be called away. But typically, you would be stuck for hours. Hours upon torturous hours with the man gushing compliments about his ‘princess.’ Hopefully you would resist the urge to bash him over the head, because patience is a virtue.
For most, anyway.
Pausing, Edward leaned against the wall. Cursed stairs, they took forever to get up. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he had accidentally cracked his head on the windowsill, on the way out. Bless Roy and his kindness, he had even yelled ‘Have a nice trip.’ Clenching his hands into fists, he growled out several obscene words at Mister Flamey Doom Pimp-Man.
He realized that there was a hint of jealousy at the end of that sentence, and that made him laugh. Him, jealous of those sluts that Roy would always take out to dinner! Never. For one, Mustang was the scum of the earth, obviously not fit to even -wish- to woo Edward. For another, he was too pretty. Wait, pretty!? Where the hell had -THAT- come from? He shook his head vigorously, trying to get that thought out of his head. True, Mustang -did- have those gorgeous eyes, and that oh-so-pettable hair.. Tapping a forefinger against his lower lip, Ed’s eyes assumed a glazed look, as he mused upon his superiors good-looks for a full half-minute.
Until he remembered that Roy had thrown him out the window in a most undignified manner. That spurred him on to resume climbing the stairs, muttering things about what exactly he would -do- to those good looks. For one, he would leave a hickey the size of..Wait. That wasn’t right. He had been planning to break Roy’s face in. With a chair. …But the second option would humiliate him..and it would be so pleasureable..No! He had to keep being angry. He shook himself mentally, forcing his thoughts back to the line of violence, and not..shagging.. Roy in a miniskirt. Mmm..vinyl. ..Wait. That wasn’t right either!
Why did his hormones have to focus on a guy. Much less Mustang. Why why why, he thought with agony. Now he wouldn’t be able to go back there. But he had to! He was cold, and that was -Roy’s- fault! Though he repressed the fact that it was his fault that Roy had thrown him out the window. He hadn’t -really- meant to transmutate Mustang’s shirt into a doggy collar and leash. ..It had been amusing though. Call -him- a dog in that condescending tone, Ed thought viciously. He’d remember to do that again if necessary, oh, it was worth the horrible plummeting feeling to see that man’s face turn so red. He hadn’t known Roy could blush. It had been enjoyable, seeing a shirtless Roy, a shirtless -blushing- Roy.
And that made certain articles of his clothing tighten uncomfortably. Not.. that he minded. It was just embarrassing. Because those cursed black pants were tight enough. And he had -seen- that.. that…..Pedofile -staring- at his crotch area. That was HIS crotch, not that bastard’s. Though maybe that bastard could borrow it..No! No no no. He wouldn’t think of that, really. …Too late. He had thought. And now his pants were two sizes too small. And, there was a sickeningly familiar voice calling down to him in that oh-so-degrading tone.
"Ed. Stop standing there like a lump. You’re melting onto the floor."
Oh, that really helped his problem. He was -sure- that he had a bulge in his pants the size of a five-story building. Yes, he was complimenting himself.
"…I’m not melting. If I recollect right, YOU were the one who pushed me out of YOUR office window. If you haven’t noticed, it’s raining."
Curses, his voice had squeeked. Now he was blushing like a tomato. It almost made him laugh to invision himself.
Almost.
Until he realized that Roy was talking. Again. And he had missed half of it.
"…Coat in my office, you know. I was going to throw it out after you, but seeing as you’re such a little person with such a big temper, I knew you would come up again." Oh, that smooth, sexy…No, no, Ed told himself. It was just dripping with sarcasm, like Roy would be dripping with sweat when he got through shagging the..
A bright red coat hitting his head knocked him off that line of thought, and onto his arse. "Owww. Bastard.." Ed tenderly rubbed the offended body-part, scowling up at where he thought Roy would be. Until, that is, a light touch on the back of his neck startled him rather badly. "Eeh! What the hell!?" And that was all that managed to escape him, because a pair of lips was firmly attached to his neck, and the mouth they belonged to was doing the most delightful thing. "Ah-h.." Ed tried to edge away, until an arm became firmly clamped around his waist. "Stop your moving, Fullmetal. You’re making it hard to work." And with that came an example of what ‘work’ really meant; a feather-light touch nibbling and kissing it’s way down his neck, which, of course, hit all the sensitive spots.
Which Ed also found to be quite enough to make him stop squirming, much to Roy’s amusement.
Abruptly, the arm encircling him, and the mouth tormenting him, vanished, and he heard crisp footsteps traveling back up the stairs. "H-hey! Where’re you going! ..You can’t just..just.."
"Can’t what? Might I remind you, I am your superior."
All things aside, Edward thought, he would find it so fulfilling to tie that man to a bed and sex him silly.
"…Uhn.." Uhn!? What the hell was that, you idiot! You don’t just say ’Uhn’ to Mustang! It’ll make you look like even more of an idiot, to him. Laughter broke in on his thoughts as he looked up sulkily.
"What an intelligent thing to say, Edward."
Fullmetal opened his mouth to snap at Roy, but he was a bit too late, he had already vanished up the stairway. Leaving Ed with his coat and a rather obvious problem. And he couldn’t very well go back DOWN the stairs, because there were..people. Who would see. That left him the option of staying there till he died, or…following. Both were distasteful options, he kept saying as he pushed himself up. Very distasteful, except the latter will hopefully turn into something that will make it possible for him to walk unimpeded by those evil pants.
Psh, pants. Who needs ‘em.
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Roy smirked as he settled down into his wonderfully comfortable chair. Oh how he loved that chair. He sighed and let himself sink into it, for a few moments, before musing on what he had just done. Oh he did have to admit, the boy was fun to torment. And he tasted good.. like green tea, with a faint minty aftertaste. Like his precious peppermints. He would -never- tell anyone that he liked peppermints. They would laugh. It wasn’t his fault that someone had slipped those candies into his pocket, and gotten him addicted. He made a huffing noise as he straightened up, leaning forwards onto his desk. The desk being partially submerged under mountains of paperwork. Loathsome business, paperwork. He hated it almost as much as he hated having a bad hair day, and everyone knew that when Roy had a bad hair day, there was the chance of being burned to a nice, toasty crisp. Unlike that toast that he had scorched beyond recognition, that one time, when Fullmetal had slipped vodka into his coffee. Damn that boy and his pranks. If he didn’t know any better, it could have been -him- that put those mints in his pants-pocket. Wait. That would mean.. some time.. Edward had, in a round-about way.. Groped him!? Oh dear god.
A sharp knock on the door jolted him out of that horrifying idea, at the same time making him slip half-way off his chair. Before he could tell whoever it was to go away, the door opened to reveal a rather disgruntled-looking Edward Elric. ..A rather hormone-driven Edward Elric, at that. The sight made him want to tackle the boy and ravage him, right there on the floor. But Roy wouldn’t do that, oh no. He would do it with dignity, and poise. ..Unless those golden eyes kept staring at him with that pathetic, needy look.
Oh, why, dear god, did those beautiful eyes keep staring.
"What is it, Fullmetal?" Somehow, much to Mustang’s relief, he managed to keep his voice steady and cool, like always. Which didn’t seem to help the boy’s little.. ah.. problem, one bit. Nope, not one little bit. …Which made Roy smirk in the most sexy, devilish way.
"…I..uh.. ..Wanted to thank you for bring my coat…." Scuffing at the floor with the toe of his boot, Edward looked so pathetically out of place, Roy couldn’t help but laugh. Which earned him a fierce glare, which only made him laugh harder, till he was finally on the floor. Snickering, most undignifiedly. With the golden-eyed beauty holding a rather heavy, not to mention lethal-looking, book over his head.
"What the hell are you laughing at, Mustang!?" He was obviously trying to act tough, to intimidate, because for once, he was actually a good bit taller than his superior. Which made his ego grow, along with something else that Roy could happen to suck on very easily, from his position on the floor. Which made Roy smirk again, which therefore presented the need to duck, for Edward attempted to bash his skull in with said book. Thankfully he missed, otherwise this would stop right here.
The missing just so happened to throw the blonde off balance, landing him right in Roy’s lap, face down. Ed was very thankful that Mustang couldn’t see how horribly he was blushing right then, for it most assuredly would have sent the man into another fit of laughter. Which would have gotten him bitten, on the leg, and we all know how painful that is.
Roy smirked and petted at Edward’s hair, earning him a muffled squeak as his lap-dog jumped up most humorously. "What the hell?" Less angry than he had spoken it before, it was more of a question embellished with fancy words. Tentatively, like he didn’t want to be thrown out of Roy’s office again. Which was logical, no one would actually -like- to be thrown from such a height. Except for those crazy sky-divers, but they don’t count, because they’re crazy.
With a grunt, Roy pulled himself back up into that chair of his, crossing his legs carefully, then brushing invisible wrinkles out of his pants. "You’re very graceful." He attempted to keep the laughter out of his voice, and almost succeeded. Almost.
The slight, oh-so-unnoticeable hint of mockery got him a swift kick in the shin. And that hurt both his nerves, and his ego. So he fixed it, by pulling the fuming blonde down onto his lap and placing a firm kiss on those lips parted in a disdainful snarl. Which was very unexpected, so unexpected even that Edward responded by infiltrating Roy’s mouth with his tongue. Which was very interesting indeed.
Roy mentally quirked a brow, the boy was no novice at kissing. He vaguely wondered in the back of his mind where Edward had learned it. Ah well, back to the present. Ed was dutifully exploring every part of Roy’s mouth with something akin to lust. Oh bother. It -was- lust, along with something else that Roy didn’t want to bother to figure out at that point in time. Especially since Fullmetal was now straddling him, which put a hard-to-ignore pressure against -his- growing problem, which caused him to moan in a most undignified way, but he didn’t care at this point.
And that was when Edward drew back, leaning his elbows on the edge of the desk, pressing the lower half of his body down into Roy’s lap. "That’s for back there." Blinking slightly, and rather dazedly, Roy gave him a bewildered look. But that only lasted for a second, he then realized he was just paid back in the most infuriatingly pleasurable way that the infernal brat could think up. And Edward was enjoying the look on Mustang’s face, he was drinking it up like a cat does cream, with a lazy grin on his face.
Spluttering with indignation, Roy shoved the blonde down onto the floor and stood, towering over him. "If you start something in this office, by god, you’re going to finish it." At that, Edward’s superior strode over to the door, which was gaping open uncomfortably, and closed it with a sharp click. Locking said door for good measure, Roy pulled off his jacket and started meticulously unbuttoning his shirt. Edward, by now, knew that it hadn’t been such a good idea to torment his superior officer like that, and it looked like he would be getting his previously-thought-up ideas weather he was ready for them to happen or not.
The blonde shifted slightly, uncomfortably, for he didn’t exactly know what was going to happen. Though he knew it would involve sex. Atleast he -hoped- so. Oh how he hoped. So, to pass the time, he leaned on the desk, till Mustang took off his gloves and snapped his fingers. "Off the desk. You’ll dislodge something." As an afterthought, he added a single word. "Strip." Ed blushed all over again, but stopped leaning on the desk. "Why should I?" Roy smirked. That boy was defiant as ever. Ah, well, that makes it all the more fun. "Because it’s hard to fuck someone through their pants. Except orally…" He trailed off with a thoughtful look. Edward blanched. "Okay, okay, you win.." Muttering darkly to himself, he stripped down to nothing, fidgeting uncomfortably as he looked anywhere but in Roy’s direction. Mustang eyed him, taking in the tanness of the boy’s skin, the rather well-toned muscle structuring, but mostly, Roy’s eyes were glued to Fullmetal’s crotch area. Was the little brat actually bigger? How degrading, he thought to himself as he carefully slipped the last remaining article of clothing off, dropping it into a pile.
"Well?" Mustang chuckled slightly at the sulky overtone to Edward’s voice. "I like what I see." That alone was enough to make the blush tint Ed’s cheeks slightly, as he shifted, absently playing with the tie that kept his braid, well, braided. Roy slipped over to stand behind him, snaking his arms around the fidgeting boy’s waist. "Now now. It’s not like I’m going to rape you.. Seeing as it looks like you want this as much as I do." That alone caused a hitch in Edward’s breathing as he inclined his head, slightly. "Whatev-Ah-ha.." His half-formed word died on his lips and changed into a whimper as Roy nipped at the extra-sensitive spot behind his left ear. "Like that, do you.." Roy’s voice was now more of a deep growl than actual speech, but Ed didn’t mind that, oh no, not one little bit.
The sudden knock on the door they -both- minded, though.