Cleaned up drabbles.
Here are the drabbles I wrote for those who requested them. They are cleaned up a bit.
For zalia, Greed/Hughesmunculus/Roy, Grin:
HARD TO GET (Rated R)
"When it comes to this sort of thing," said the false Hughes, smugly, "The trick is to play hard to get. I told you I'd get him here. I had to do was show my face for a second and he followed me just like a puppy." The humonculus laughed. "When I ran from him, he only pursued me with more vigor."
Greed tightened the cords binding Roy's hands behind his back and grinned. "You win, Lust. You get to go first."
Roy grunted, but with the gag in place there wasn't much he could say.
For kaltia Ed/Al/AH, Underpants:
TOO FAR (Rated PG-13
Al had gone too far this time. Heidrich was willing to give in on a lot of things, but this was not one of them.
When Ed had begged him with those huge golden eyes of his, Heidrich had caved on letting Al live with them. When Al had laid his soul open, and spelled out a lifetime of love and need, Heidrich let himself be talked into a threesome.
But there was only so much he would share with the younger Elric. "I don't care if all your underwear is dirty, Al, " he growled, "You can't wear mine!"
For Anonymous, Envy/Ed, Tenderness
EXPECTATIONS (Rated PG-13)
"Why do you hate me so much, Envy?" Ed asked with that pathetic, wide-eyed innocence. "What have I ever done to you? Why do you need to be so cruel?"
Honestly, how did Ed think he'd be treated when I captured him? With tenderness? With love? With an open armed embrace of brotherhood? With that sickening, sycophantic, hero-worship that tin can of a brother gave him?
"I'm not here to be your friend, Ed," I told him giving him an extra kick to make sure the fight was out of him. "I'm your fucking JAILOR."
For youkofujima Hughes + Havoc Knife #1 (the gen version)
ADVICE (Rated G)
Havoc turned the small throwing knife over in his hand. "It's beautiful workmanship." He then handed it back to Hughes.
"I've had this baby now for almost thirteen years. She's been good to me." Hughes put the knife back in its sheath. "You see, son, that's what you do when you find something good. You treat it with care and respect, and it will stick with you forever."
Havoc looked down. "Yes, well, you are just lucky Mustang isn't into collecting knives."
For youkofujima Hughes/Havoc, Knife #2 (the dirty version)
BETRAYAL (Rated NC-17)
"Scream and I'll cut you," the man hissed, pressing his knife against Havoc's jugular in a deliberate and professional way.
Havoc refused to believe it. This wasn't Hughes, the man who oozed fatherly wholesomeness. It had to be some changeling. And yet it looked like him, and it sounded like him. In the end it didn't matter, because who ever this was had his life in his hands, and what Havoc chose to do in the next few minutes meant the difference between driving home, somewhat bruised and sore, and being found in the morning in a field on the outskirts of Central.
Havoc felt his face being pressed against the leather seat of the motor pool car. The cold slap of December weather against his ass was only marginally better than the smoldering tearing heat that followed.
Havoc bit his tongue and made no noise, waiting for the changeling's grunts to change pitch, for the cock to soften and slip away, for a chance to pretend this never happened.
For crazy_toffee, Ed/Al/Scar (which is what I misread the challenge as), gauge.
MOODS (rated R)
Scar was a hard man to gauge. At time,he was the epitome of tenderness and care, treating both Ed and Al to gentle kisses, and using his incredible stamina to satisfy them both repeatedly during a night of love making.
Other times he seemed to revert to his darker, more angry persona. On those nights Ed and Al and learned to leave him alone.
Once Ed had ventured to ask what it was that made Scar so miserable.
"Some nights I hear God asking why I've turned my back on his teachings," Scar replied.
The brothers never asked again.
And again for crazy_toffee the actual challenge Ed/Lust/Scar, gauge.
TOUGH SELL (rated PG-13)
"So," purred Lust. "Which of you will make the philosophers stone?"
Ed spat at her and tried to hit her with his fettered hands. The crude wooden shakles kept his palms from touching. The chains on his feet kept him from walking to quickly away. "If you make it for me," she whispered in his ear, "I will give you a treat. I could be your first." She nuzzled in until she could press Ed's hand against her breast.
She leaned back to gauge the boy's reaction to her seduction. He looked torn somewhere between horror and disgust.
She sighed and turned to her second prisoner. Scar was bent, exhausted from his hard labor. "So will you do it for me?" She swayed her hips a little as she closed the distance to him.
Scar looked up into her face. "I will make it," he said. "But not for you. I will do it for all the oppressed people of this world. And the first thing I will do once it is made, is make sure that obscenities like you are destroyed."
Lust sighed. Of all the potential alchemists in the world, she had to get stuck vamping a religious fanatic and a gay.
For urplesquirrel Russell/Ed/Al/Fletcher, Fever.
BURNING (NC-17)
Al had lost track of who was touching him. Whose fevered hand was it that stroked him to fullness, was it Fletchers? Whose scalding mouth was pressed against his, could it be Russell's? Whose cock parted him, melting him from the inside? Ed's most probably. But he couldn't be sure. They had covered his eyes with a blindfold before they began, and his hands were held out and away by those with more strength and determination than he could muster.
It was three on one, and utterly unfair, but he wasn't complaining.
"So hot," he muttered when the mouth released his. "I'm on fire," he gasped.
"Burn, little brother," Ed whispered back. "Burn to the ground."
For devils_devotion Little Brother OTP, Unnerving
DEJA VU (Rated R)
It was unnerving how much Al looked like his brother. When Roy first saw him, he was, in fact, certain it was Ed transported somehow back in time.
Roy was caught in a sickening déjà vu. Al's red coat fell to the ground just the way Ed's had. When Roy pulled the band from Al's hair and ran his fingers through it, the strands were just as silky under his fingers as his brother's had been. Al's lips tasted the same. Even the high gasping noise Al made when Roy pressed him into the couch brought back memories of his first time with Ed.
And when Roy finished, Al's eyes were just as wide with horror as Ed's had been.
"History repeats itself," Roy muttered to himself as he pressed the watch into the 12 year olds hand. "Welcome to the military, Alphonse."
For Anonymous, Humunculus!Ed x Kitchen Sink, Facsimile
POOR JUDGEMENT (Rated R)
It's a little known fact that homunculi can get smashingly drunk. In life, Ed had rarely imbibed and when he had, it had been disastrous. Now that he was, well, something else, he had just as little tolerance.
So it was when need called, and he couldn't find the bathroom, the kitchen seemed like a good enough facsimile. He found the step stool left by the stove (in order to reach the booze in the upper cupboard) and had just enough will power to drag it over to the sink. Standing on the top step, he drew himself out of his pants and let loose a very satisfying stream into the basin.
Feeling vaguely guilty afterwards, he turned on the tap to wash the incriminating evidence down the drain. Since there was no toilet paper next to the sink (a terrible oversight in Ed's opinion) he decided to give himself a quick wash down before zipping up.
The hot sharp tingle from the spray was enough to get his libido going again. The dish soap left so enticingly on the counter nearby conspired to keep him at the sink for a bit longer.
"LUST!" came Al's voice harshly from behind him. "For heavens sake, is NOTHING safe?"
I'll post up the rest tomorrow.
For zalia, Greed/Hughesmunculus/Roy, Grin:
HARD TO GET (Rated R)
"When it comes to this sort of thing," said the false Hughes, smugly, "The trick is to play hard to get. I told you I'd get him here. I had to do was show my face for a second and he followed me just like a puppy." The humonculus laughed. "When I ran from him, he only pursued me with more vigor."
Greed tightened the cords binding Roy's hands behind his back and grinned. "You win, Lust. You get to go first."
Roy grunted, but with the gag in place there wasn't much he could say.
For kaltia Ed/Al/AH, Underpants:
TOO FAR (Rated PG-13
Al had gone too far this time. Heidrich was willing to give in on a lot of things, but this was not one of them.
When Ed had begged him with those huge golden eyes of his, Heidrich had caved on letting Al live with them. When Al had laid his soul open, and spelled out a lifetime of love and need, Heidrich let himself be talked into a threesome.
But there was only so much he would share with the younger Elric. "I don't care if all your underwear is dirty, Al, " he growled, "You can't wear mine!"
For Anonymous, Envy/Ed, Tenderness
EXPECTATIONS (Rated PG-13)
"Why do you hate me so much, Envy?" Ed asked with that pathetic, wide-eyed innocence. "What have I ever done to you? Why do you need to be so cruel?"
Honestly, how did Ed think he'd be treated when I captured him? With tenderness? With love? With an open armed embrace of brotherhood? With that sickening, sycophantic, hero-worship that tin can of a brother gave him?
"I'm not here to be your friend, Ed," I told him giving him an extra kick to make sure the fight was out of him. "I'm your fucking JAILOR."
For youkofujima Hughes + Havoc Knife #1 (the gen version)
ADVICE (Rated G)
Havoc turned the small throwing knife over in his hand. "It's beautiful workmanship." He then handed it back to Hughes.
"I've had this baby now for almost thirteen years. She's been good to me." Hughes put the knife back in its sheath. "You see, son, that's what you do when you find something good. You treat it with care and respect, and it will stick with you forever."
Havoc looked down. "Yes, well, you are just lucky Mustang isn't into collecting knives."
For youkofujima Hughes/Havoc, Knife #2 (the dirty version)
BETRAYAL (Rated NC-17)
"Scream and I'll cut you," the man hissed, pressing his knife against Havoc's jugular in a deliberate and professional way.
Havoc refused to believe it. This wasn't Hughes, the man who oozed fatherly wholesomeness. It had to be some changeling. And yet it looked like him, and it sounded like him. In the end it didn't matter, because who ever this was had his life in his hands, and what Havoc chose to do in the next few minutes meant the difference between driving home, somewhat bruised and sore, and being found in the morning in a field on the outskirts of Central.
Havoc felt his face being pressed against the leather seat of the motor pool car. The cold slap of December weather against his ass was only marginally better than the smoldering tearing heat that followed.
Havoc bit his tongue and made no noise, waiting for the changeling's grunts to change pitch, for the cock to soften and slip away, for a chance to pretend this never happened.
For crazy_toffee, Ed/Al/Scar (which is what I misread the challenge as), gauge.
MOODS (rated R)
Scar was a hard man to gauge. At time,he was the epitome of tenderness and care, treating both Ed and Al to gentle kisses, and using his incredible stamina to satisfy them both repeatedly during a night of love making.
Other times he seemed to revert to his darker, more angry persona. On those nights Ed and Al and learned to leave him alone.
Once Ed had ventured to ask what it was that made Scar so miserable.
"Some nights I hear God asking why I've turned my back on his teachings," Scar replied.
The brothers never asked again.
And again for crazy_toffee the actual challenge Ed/Lust/Scar, gauge.
TOUGH SELL (rated PG-13)
"So," purred Lust. "Which of you will make the philosophers stone?"
Ed spat at her and tried to hit her with his fettered hands. The crude wooden shakles kept his palms from touching. The chains on his feet kept him from walking to quickly away. "If you make it for me," she whispered in his ear, "I will give you a treat. I could be your first." She nuzzled in until she could press Ed's hand against her breast.
She leaned back to gauge the boy's reaction to her seduction. He looked torn somewhere between horror and disgust.
She sighed and turned to her second prisoner. Scar was bent, exhausted from his hard labor. "So will you do it for me?" She swayed her hips a little as she closed the distance to him.
Scar looked up into her face. "I will make it," he said. "But not for you. I will do it for all the oppressed people of this world. And the first thing I will do once it is made, is make sure that obscenities like you are destroyed."
Lust sighed. Of all the potential alchemists in the world, she had to get stuck vamping a religious fanatic and a gay.
For urplesquirrel Russell/Ed/Al/Fletcher, Fever.
BURNING (NC-17)
Al had lost track of who was touching him. Whose fevered hand was it that stroked him to fullness, was it Fletchers? Whose scalding mouth was pressed against his, could it be Russell's? Whose cock parted him, melting him from the inside? Ed's most probably. But he couldn't be sure. They had covered his eyes with a blindfold before they began, and his hands were held out and away by those with more strength and determination than he could muster.
It was three on one, and utterly unfair, but he wasn't complaining.
"So hot," he muttered when the mouth released his. "I'm on fire," he gasped.
"Burn, little brother," Ed whispered back. "Burn to the ground."
For devils_devotion Little Brother OTP, Unnerving
DEJA VU (Rated R)
It was unnerving how much Al looked like his brother. When Roy first saw him, he was, in fact, certain it was Ed transported somehow back in time.
Roy was caught in a sickening déjà vu. Al's red coat fell to the ground just the way Ed's had. When Roy pulled the band from Al's hair and ran his fingers through it, the strands were just as silky under his fingers as his brother's had been. Al's lips tasted the same. Even the high gasping noise Al made when Roy pressed him into the couch brought back memories of his first time with Ed.
And when Roy finished, Al's eyes were just as wide with horror as Ed's had been.
"History repeats itself," Roy muttered to himself as he pressed the watch into the 12 year olds hand. "Welcome to the military, Alphonse."
For Anonymous, Humunculus!Ed x Kitchen Sink, Facsimile
POOR JUDGEMENT (Rated R)
It's a little known fact that homunculi can get smashingly drunk. In life, Ed had rarely imbibed and when he had, it had been disastrous. Now that he was, well, something else, he had just as little tolerance.
So it was when need called, and he couldn't find the bathroom, the kitchen seemed like a good enough facsimile. He found the step stool left by the stove (in order to reach the booze in the upper cupboard) and had just enough will power to drag it over to the sink. Standing on the top step, he drew himself out of his pants and let loose a very satisfying stream into the basin.
Feeling vaguely guilty afterwards, he turned on the tap to wash the incriminating evidence down the drain. Since there was no toilet paper next to the sink (a terrible oversight in Ed's opinion) he decided to give himself a quick wash down before zipping up.
The hot sharp tingle from the spray was enough to get his libido going again. The dish soap left so enticingly on the counter nearby conspired to keep him at the sink for a bit longer.
"LUST!" came Al's voice harshly from behind him. "For heavens sake, is NOTHING safe?"
I'll post up the rest tomorrow.