Seeing The Dark Of You, Chapter Seven
Title: Seeing The Dark Of You, Chapter Seven
Rating: NC-17
Type: Yaoi, A/U
Pairings: Roy/Ed, one-sided Elricest
Warnings: Implied Elricest, smut, masochism
Summary: With Ed's 18th birthday quickly approaching, his infatuation with Roy starts taking over more and more of his life. What will Ed do when that blessed day finally arrives?
A/N: Aaaaaaand, I'm crap at updating this damned thing. OTL Sorry, guys! I promise to have the next chapter out much sooner! Of course... it helps that now I finally know where the hell I'm going with this damned thing. I even have the end planned out! Though it may take a couple more chapters to get there, I know it'll be worth it. ^_^ Thanks so much for your patience, everyone, and the awesome comments I've been getting for this fic. It really means a lot to me.
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“Brother...” Alphonse breathed out.
I jerked back, shuddering. Al's voice... the pain, the love, the need that resonated in it shook me; I had no idea so many things could be heard in one breath of a word. Just barely, I pulled back in time to avoid his outstretched arm. Even in his dreams, he reached out for me, almost touching me... as if he knew I were there.
A soft whimper ghosted over his lips and his hand grasped at the sheets, a slight frown tugging at his face. Fleeting, barely tangible thoughts formed in my mind, swept away almost as soon as they had formed. I tried to hold onto them... something about them... was different. But they were dashed from my consciousness by another soft noise from Alphonse.
Just as his fingers released the sheets, his hand reaching out again towards me, I stood up, trying not to let the bed shake too much. I couldn't let Al know that I was in here, had heard that. Of course, if he woke up, I could lie and say he hadn't said anything. But Alphonse always knew when I was lying; it was the best, and the worst thing about my little brother. How damned close we were...
And Alphonse wants us to be even closer... I thought, a shiver running through my body.
“Brother...” I heard again, as I closed the door behind me. I leaned back against the door, raking a hand through my bangs and trying to come to terms with what had just happened. And I was more than certain that it had really happened. It wasn't just Al having some nightmare and calling out for the protection of his older brother. There was more to his voice than that.
Is that what I sounded like, when he walked in to me calling out Roy's name?
Another shudder and a deep breath, trying to steady myself. But it didn't work. I needed a distraction.
Roy...
It was the weekend; he'd even asked me to come over that night. So what, if I was a few hours early? All it meant was that we could squeeze in another fuck that night, and I was sure that Roy wouldn't dare complain about that.
Without even bothering to phone Roy first, I made my way into the hallway and grabbed my coat, throwing it on as I walked out the door, locking it behind me.
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Roy's teeth dragged along my neck, red marks raising up, following after his teeth, making me arch up off the couch. Perfect. Even though we'd only had that one... visit (Roy refused to let me call it a date, though I had no idea why) on my birthday, Roy already seemed so in tune with my body already. He knew all the perfect places to bite and scratch at, just where to put his hands or where to breathe over my sensitive skin to get the best reactions out of me.
Or maybe he just knows what works on everyone... because Roy Mustang gets around...
My eyes widened for the briefest of moments as that thought flashed through my mind, making me gasp. Thank God the sound could be excused by the fact that Roy had just slid his hand up my shirt, dragging his nails over my skin. In fact, he seemed to have taken that sharp intake of breath as a good sign, as his fingers pressed harder against my flesh, starting to dig in now.
I tilted my head back with a low moan, pushing up into his skilled touches. Soft words spilled out over my lips, praises, curses, pleas for more; I had no idea the exact words, as I'd already lost myself to the sensations assaulting me and the expectation of more to come.
Before I knew what was happening, I cried out, confused, as Roy's hands grasped roughly at my shoulders and he turned us around so that he was sitting upright on the couch with me sitting on his lap. That ever-present smirk was on his face and he was clearly pleased with my reaction.
Swallowing thickly, I tried to compose myself, but lost any hope of that when his hands rested on my knees, slowly sliding up my legs. Roy gave a rough squeeze of my thighs, thumbs digging in, just the slightest bit of pain. I closed my eyes, then, shivering as his hands went further up, now pulling slightly to spread my legs wide. One hand stopped where it was, the other moving to palm my crotch, teasing at my hardening flesh through my pants, pressing hard against it and rubbing in maddeningly slow circles.
I looked at Roy through half-lidded eyes, licking my lips hungrily before leaning in to take his lips in a rough kiss. My tongue immediately forced its way between Roy's lips and I shuddered at the taste of him. A low growl came from Roy's throat and his hand pressed harder against my erection, bringing forth a frantic whimper from me. I eased back in the kiss, letting him dominate instead, his tongue twining with mine, sucking on the pink flesh.
My hands drifted up to rest on the back of the couch, behind Roy's head, and I used them to steady myself, to still my shaking body. I broke the kiss, pulling back and gasping for air as he started to slowly rock his hips up into mine.
“Roy...” I breathed out, biting down on my lip to stifle a moan.
Roy bucked up harder, so sudden that I bit through my lip, the pain making my cock twitch painfully within the confines of my pants. Almost as if reading my mind, Roy's hand shifted yet again and he started to open my pants, making quick work of the button and zipper. He reached into my shorts, fingers gently running over my cock, light touches that he knew would drive me mad.
I was so distracted by Roy's teasing that it took me a few moments to notice him working his own pants open. I let out a low, encouraging moan when I saw him stroke his cock, fingers wrapped tightly around it as he slicked himself with the pre-cum that leaked down his shaft. Another moan and his hands were on my hips, lifting me as he slid my pants and shorts down, just enough to expose my ass.
My hands grasped frantically at the back of the couch as I felt Roy's hardness pressing against my ass as he slowly rocked his hips, easing just the tip into me at first. The pain was amazing already as he tried to stretch me all at once with his cock, slowly pushing and forcing his way into my--
“Fuck!!” I shouted, my back arching as Roy grasped my hips, pulling me down roughly until he was fully sheathed within me. My whole body shook from the pain that ripped through me, my breath caught in my throat as I tried to control myself, but it was no use. And Roy didn't seem to want me holding back, either, as he started thrusting into me, hard and fast.
Immediately, I leaned forwards slightly, using the back of the couch for leverage and support as I started to grind back down against Roy's hips, moaning loudly. I still wasn't getting nearly enough, though. With a groan, I spread my legs wider, sinking down further onto his cock. Faintly, though the pounding of my pulse in my ears, I heard Roy moan, pant, whimper at what I'd just done. Some small flash of pride welled up in me at that fact, but I barely had time to dwell on it before Roy slammed into my prostate.
“More!” I cried out, arching my back and bucking down harder.
I rolled my hips against his, pressing his cock firmly into my prostate, over and over. My breaths came sharper, catching repeatedly as my body started to shake. I moaned, long and loud, the sound cracking and shifting into a loud cry as Roy's hand wrapped around my cock, stroking in time with his hips.
Roy had barely managed a few pumps of my hard flesh before I bore down on him, impaling myself on his cock as hard as I could while I came. My seed spilled out over our clothed chests and my muscles clenched tightly around him, drawing him in deeper as he continued to thrust into me. I shuddered, whimpering when I felt Roy stiffen beneath me, hot liquid spilling out inside of me.
Gasping for breath, I fell forward, my body limp against Roy's, muttering incoherently as I tried to calm myself down from my amazing high.
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