Birthday Fic - What the Dragon Saw
Happy Birthday Bob_fish
Title -- What the Dragon Saw
Author: cornerofmadness
Disclaimer -- Arakawa owns all
Timeline/Spoilers -- post 108
series -- manga
Word Count: 1,253
Rating: NC-17, NSFW
Characters: Ling/Alphonse
Summary: Ling has found a new place for fun.
Warnings: none really
Notes: Written for bob_fish's birthday. Thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta. Guess we can consider this in the same set of stories as my other Ling/Al's.
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"Rice for breakfast?" Ed glared into his bowl, ignoring the stiff elbow he caught from Winry.
"It's a rice porridge, Brother. Try it. It's good," Al assured him, shooting an apologetic look at Ling.
"You fed me a boot. Be thankful, I'm not returning the favor," Ling replied, smirking.
"It is good," Winry said, taking a tentative taste. She turned a smile to Ling. "I'm just so excited to be here. I made them come two weeks early because once I start holding the workshops to compare our automail styles, I'll be too busy."
"There are plenty of sites for you to see." Ling leaned over the table and took Winry's hand. "I'd gladly make time to show you all of them."
Ed whacked Ling's knuckles with a spoon.
"Brother, let's try not to cause an international incident within the first twenty-four hours we're here." Al sighed. "This is my first official visit as the new ambassador and I don't need you attacking the emperor with a spoon."
"The shitty emperor needs to keep his hands to himself," Ed huffed.
"Edward," Winry hissed.
Ling glanced back at Lan Fan who hadn't moved, knowing Ed wasn't really threatening him. "Edward might enjoy a long tour of our prisons."
Ed snorted at him and dove into his breakfast with a gusto that belied his earlier protest. Once breakfast was over, Ling sent Edward and Winry out with a reluctant Lan Fan as a guide and list of all the sites Winry needed to see.
"Finally, they're gone," the emperor said, grinning.
"I can't believe Ed went without me. I had this dread fear he'd want me to come along." Al glanced at the door his brother had gone through, half afraid he'd be back.
"Maybe he figured things out finally, about Winry," Ling replied. "Like he might want time alone with her."
Al smirked, trying to imagine it and oddly failing. Ling caught his eye and Edward was forgotten. Nearly upsetting the remains of breakfast, they met across the table, mouths pressing together, one surrendering to the other. Ling's arms went around Al's shoulders so strongly, he nearly pulled the young alchemist across the table.
Several breathless moments later, Al finally pushed Ling back. "This seems a bit public," he protested, his breath rasping.
Ling nodded. "I have things planned for us." The emperor got to his feet a little clumsily. His plans probably should have included not getting too overstimulated in the first two minutes. "I've already given the staff time off from cleaning and trapped all the known spy holes."
Al mouthed the word 'spy' and Ling shrugged as if it was expected.
"Can you shutter windows completely with alchemy?" Ling asked.
"I'm sure I can work something out."
Ling led Al to a hall he'd never been in before. It was breathtaking, a sight that surpassed the idea of seeing Ling naked again. Al recognized the symbols for fives and nines ringing the room but what Al couldn't take his eyes away from was the wooden throne with multiple tiers rising above it, a coiled dragon resting on each tier. Above them on the wall in gold relief on the crimson background were more dragons.
"Ed would die if he saw this," Al said. "Or never leave."
"I'll be sure to show him, later." Ling nodded to the windows.
Al thinned their wooden frames, stretching them into solid blinders over the windows. When he turned back, Ling was already shirtless, sitting on his throne, one leg cocked up over the arm. He smirked at Al who went to his knees before the throne. Al rubbed his cheek along ling's exposed thigh. The silk of the emperor's trousers felt luxurious against his skin so Al nuzzled into Ling's crotch. As he rubbed his cheek over Ling's growing erection, Ling's strong fingers massaged Al's scalp.
Al fought with the ties to Ling's pants before slowly sliding Ling's shaft into his mouth. Al stroked himself, his cock getting thick and heavy as he sucked and teased his lover. Ling tapped his shoulder then reached down to caress Al's shoulder. He beckoned Al up.
Letting Ling go, Al gave the emperor room to get to his feet and kick his pants free. Al quickly ditched his own. While Al was still tangled in his own shirt, Ling pulled Al close, his mouth encircling Al's cock. Al gasped as Ling's tongue pulsed against his shaft's slit, opening him ever so slightly.
"Damn, Ling!" Al tossed his shirt as Ling's tongue grew more insistent. "Won't be able to stand if you go this fast."
Ling pressed a kiss to the head of Al's cock then asked, "Who wants you to stand?" Ling wrapped his arms around Al and gathered him up onto the throne. Sitting on Ling's thighs, a little awkwardly - the dragon throne wasn't built for comfort, Al wrapped his hands around both their cocks, stroking them. Ling leaned a bit, his hand flailing for something alongside the chair. He came up with a small red silk bag and shook out a small bottle from it. Al grinned, knowing what it contained.
He held out one hand and Ling poured a little oil into it before tipping some into his own. Al slathered it over their cocks, while nibbling on the crook of Ling's neck. Ling's oiled hand followed the curve of Al's ass before one finger entered him. Al moaned softly as Ling added a second, working them a couple knuckles deep. With his free hand, Ling plucked one of Al's nipples until it stood up. Shifting Al a little so he could seal his lips over that bud of flesh, Ling slowly circled his fingers around inside of Al.
"N-n-now you're just teasing," Al stammered.
Chuckling, Ling pulled his hand free and helped Al position himself better. It would probably have been easier if Al turned around but he liked facing his lover. Bracing himself on the throne the best he could, Al sank down on Ling's shaft. Ling wrapped his arms around Al tightly, like a safety net.
Riding Ling slowly, Al let his head fall back. Overhead the dragons watched him make love to the emperor they supposedly guarded. Al never wanted power for himself, but had to admit occasionally, tasting Ling's authority was stimulating. Freeing up one hand, Al stroked himself as his hips rocked against Ling's.
Ling came with a low moan though Al continued to ride him until Ling whispered for him to stop. Ling managed to lever himself up, holding onto Al. the alchemist steadied himself against the throne as Ling lowered him down onto it. Al draped his legs over the arm much as his lover had done and this time, it was the emperor on his knees, his mouth working to take Al over the edge. It didn't take long.
When he finally caught his breath, Al said, "Now this was definitely a different place to do this."
Ling laughed. "Beats all the boring things I have to suffer through in that chair." He kissed Al then went to pull on his clothes.
Al reluctantly got to his feet - his leg muscles a bit trembly - and did the same. He restored the windows while Ling lit some incense.
The emperor put his arms around Al again and said, "Tonight when your brother is asleep or distracted, I have even more plans for you."
Al kissed him. "I'm going to love being the ambassador here."
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Author's Note - The hall and dragon throne were lifted from the Hall of Supreme Harmony and its dragon throne in the Forbidden Palace. They probably just did something very sacrilegious but I doubt Ling cares.
Title -- What the Dragon Saw
Author: cornerofmadness
Disclaimer -- Arakawa owns all
Timeline/Spoilers -- post 108
series -- manga
Word Count: 1,253
Rating: NC-17, NSFW
Characters: Ling/Alphonse
Summary: Ling has found a new place for fun.
Warnings: none really
Notes: Written for bob_fish's birthday. Thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta. Guess we can consider this in the same set of stories as my other Ling/Al's.
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"Rice for breakfast?" Ed glared into his bowl, ignoring the stiff elbow he caught from Winry.
"It's a rice porridge, Brother. Try it. It's good," Al assured him, shooting an apologetic look at Ling.
"You fed me a boot. Be thankful, I'm not returning the favor," Ling replied, smirking.
"It is good," Winry said, taking a tentative taste. She turned a smile to Ling. "I'm just so excited to be here. I made them come two weeks early because once I start holding the workshops to compare our automail styles, I'll be too busy."
"There are plenty of sites for you to see." Ling leaned over the table and took Winry's hand. "I'd gladly make time to show you all of them."
Ed whacked Ling's knuckles with a spoon.
"Brother, let's try not to cause an international incident within the first twenty-four hours we're here." Al sighed. "This is my first official visit as the new ambassador and I don't need you attacking the emperor with a spoon."
"The shitty emperor needs to keep his hands to himself," Ed huffed.
"Edward," Winry hissed.
Ling glanced back at Lan Fan who hadn't moved, knowing Ed wasn't really threatening him. "Edward might enjoy a long tour of our prisons."
Ed snorted at him and dove into his breakfast with a gusto that belied his earlier protest. Once breakfast was over, Ling sent Edward and Winry out with a reluctant Lan Fan as a guide and list of all the sites Winry needed to see.
"Finally, they're gone," the emperor said, grinning.
"I can't believe Ed went without me. I had this dread fear he'd want me to come along." Al glanced at the door his brother had gone through, half afraid he'd be back.
"Maybe he figured things out finally, about Winry," Ling replied. "Like he might want time alone with her."
Al smirked, trying to imagine it and oddly failing. Ling caught his eye and Edward was forgotten. Nearly upsetting the remains of breakfast, they met across the table, mouths pressing together, one surrendering to the other. Ling's arms went around Al's shoulders so strongly, he nearly pulled the young alchemist across the table.
Several breathless moments later, Al finally pushed Ling back. "This seems a bit public," he protested, his breath rasping.
Ling nodded. "I have things planned for us." The emperor got to his feet a little clumsily. His plans probably should have included not getting too overstimulated in the first two minutes. "I've already given the staff time off from cleaning and trapped all the known spy holes."
Al mouthed the word 'spy' and Ling shrugged as if it was expected.
"Can you shutter windows completely with alchemy?" Ling asked.
"I'm sure I can work something out."
Ling led Al to a hall he'd never been in before. It was breathtaking, a sight that surpassed the idea of seeing Ling naked again. Al recognized the symbols for fives and nines ringing the room but what Al couldn't take his eyes away from was the wooden throne with multiple tiers rising above it, a coiled dragon resting on each tier. Above them on the wall in gold relief on the crimson background were more dragons.
"Ed would die if he saw this," Al said. "Or never leave."
"I'll be sure to show him, later." Ling nodded to the windows.
Al thinned their wooden frames, stretching them into solid blinders over the windows. When he turned back, Ling was already shirtless, sitting on his throne, one leg cocked up over the arm. He smirked at Al who went to his knees before the throne. Al rubbed his cheek along ling's exposed thigh. The silk of the emperor's trousers felt luxurious against his skin so Al nuzzled into Ling's crotch. As he rubbed his cheek over Ling's growing erection, Ling's strong fingers massaged Al's scalp.
Al fought with the ties to Ling's pants before slowly sliding Ling's shaft into his mouth. Al stroked himself, his cock getting thick and heavy as he sucked and teased his lover. Ling tapped his shoulder then reached down to caress Al's shoulder. He beckoned Al up.
Letting Ling go, Al gave the emperor room to get to his feet and kick his pants free. Al quickly ditched his own. While Al was still tangled in his own shirt, Ling pulled Al close, his mouth encircling Al's cock. Al gasped as Ling's tongue pulsed against his shaft's slit, opening him ever so slightly.
"Damn, Ling!" Al tossed his shirt as Ling's tongue grew more insistent. "Won't be able to stand if you go this fast."
Ling pressed a kiss to the head of Al's cock then asked, "Who wants you to stand?" Ling wrapped his arms around Al and gathered him up onto the throne. Sitting on Ling's thighs, a little awkwardly - the dragon throne wasn't built for comfort, Al wrapped his hands around both their cocks, stroking them. Ling leaned a bit, his hand flailing for something alongside the chair. He came up with a small red silk bag and shook out a small bottle from it. Al grinned, knowing what it contained.
He held out one hand and Ling poured a little oil into it before tipping some into his own. Al slathered it over their cocks, while nibbling on the crook of Ling's neck. Ling's oiled hand followed the curve of Al's ass before one finger entered him. Al moaned softly as Ling added a second, working them a couple knuckles deep. With his free hand, Ling plucked one of Al's nipples until it stood up. Shifting Al a little so he could seal his lips over that bud of flesh, Ling slowly circled his fingers around inside of Al.
"N-n-now you're just teasing," Al stammered.
Chuckling, Ling pulled his hand free and helped Al position himself better. It would probably have been easier if Al turned around but he liked facing his lover. Bracing himself on the throne the best he could, Al sank down on Ling's shaft. Ling wrapped his arms around Al tightly, like a safety net.
Riding Ling slowly, Al let his head fall back. Overhead the dragons watched him make love to the emperor they supposedly guarded. Al never wanted power for himself, but had to admit occasionally, tasting Ling's authority was stimulating. Freeing up one hand, Al stroked himself as his hips rocked against Ling's.
Ling came with a low moan though Al continued to ride him until Ling whispered for him to stop. Ling managed to lever himself up, holding onto Al. the alchemist steadied himself against the throne as Ling lowered him down onto it. Al draped his legs over the arm much as his lover had done and this time, it was the emperor on his knees, his mouth working to take Al over the edge. It didn't take long.
When he finally caught his breath, Al said, "Now this was definitely a different place to do this."
Ling laughed. "Beats all the boring things I have to suffer through in that chair." He kissed Al then went to pull on his clothes.
Al reluctantly got to his feet - his leg muscles a bit trembly - and did the same. He restored the windows while Ling lit some incense.
The emperor put his arms around Al again and said, "Tonight when your brother is asleep or distracted, I have even more plans for you."
Al kissed him. "I'm going to love being the ambassador here."
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Author's Note - The hall and dragon throne were lifted from the Hall of Supreme Harmony and its dragon throne in the Forbidden Palace. They probably just did something very sacrilegious but I doubt Ling cares.