Seeing The Dark Of You, Chapter Three
Title: Seeing The Dark Of You, Chapter Three
Rating: NC-17
Type: Yaoi, A/U
Pairings: Roy/Ed
Warnings: Anal, wet dream
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: No, that is not Ed's real birthday! Nobody really knows when Ed's birthday is. But it has been narrowed down to between January 1st and February 11th, so I just picked out a random day from between those dates! (Gosh darnit... couldn't the range go just a little farther? So I could give him my birthday?)
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“You called me in here to do your fucking paperwork?” I bit out, trying not to let my anger get the best of me. I clenched and unclenched my fists a few times, trying to work off some of my frustration.
“My paperwork, is it?” Roy said with a smirk, looking at me from over his clasped hands. He was leaning on his desk, looking as arrogant--and as enticing--as ever while he spoke. “I'm sorry, but I don't remember being the one to destroy those buildings in Aquroya, Edward. So you get to fill out the reports.”
That city's already half underwater... what does it matter if I demolished a few buildings? I thought, glaring at Roy.
But I didn't dare argue with him and risk losing any progress I'd made lately.
Within the last week, Roy had actually started coming on to me a little. On his own, without me enacting one of my little ploys, or planting any ideas in his head. Keeping eye contact for longer than he needed to, walking closer to me than he should have when we passed in the halls, even calling me by my full name. He was doing all sorts of little things to get my attention, and I didn't miss any of them.
I gave in without a word and took the pile of papers and folders from his desk and walked over to the smaller desk on the other side of his office. Things could be worse. At least I got to be in the same room as Roy for most of the day. Then again, that wasn't always a good thing, especially with how he was acting recently. I didn't need to get aroused at work. Again. It was only a matter of time before somebody caught me getting off in the restroom.
I sighed loudly, and immediately straightened in my seat, cursing at myself. The noise was meant to sound annoyed. But had it come out that way? Of course not. It had come out as an almost love-sick, wistful noise. My eyes darted to Roy but he was immersed in his own reading and--hopefully--hadn't noticed.
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I let out a long breath, blowing my messy bangs out of my face and watching them fall back down over my eyes right after. The papers on the desk in front of me all blurred together, my eyes tired and unfocused from hours of doing paperwork.
“Bastard...” I muttered, stealing a glance at Roy.
He was talking on the phone and distracted for the time being. So I let my eyes linger, tracing over his features. My gaze drifted along his face and jaw, down to his neck. A small shiver ran through my body when I stopped at his chest, wondering just what he looked like under his uniform. I was sure he had to have a gorgeous body. All of those women didn't sleep with him for his personality.
I pulled my eyes back to my paperwork when I heard Roy uttering his goodbyes into the phone. Reluctantly, I got back to work, glad that I was nearly done at least. I took the last folder in my hands and opened it to read the documents inside when a small, folded piece of paper fell out and onto the desk in front of me.
All I could do for a few moments was stare at it curiously before looking up to make sure Roy was otherwise occupied. When I was certain that he wouldn't look over at me, I picked the note up and unfolded it.
January 16th
7:00 pm
1500 Hill Street
My breath caught in my throat and I read it over once more. That was my birth date. And it was definitely Roy's handwriting on the paper. He hadn't even bothered to disguise it. My shaking hands folded the paper up once more and I stuffed it into my pocket.
I went straight to work again right after that, not turning away from the paperwork until every last page was done. I needed to get home so I could calm down and clear my head. When I was done, I carried the pile back to Roy and dropped it onto his desk with a slight thud.
“Finished,” I said, trying to keep my usual, apathetic expression despite how fast my heart was pounding in my chest, keeping my nerves on edge from what had just happened. “Can I go now?”
“I suppose...” Roy said, his black eyes locked on me.
I shifted uncomfortably as he continued to stare at me. It made the hairs on the back of my neck prickle. There was just something in that gaze that... wasn't right. But almost as soon as I noticed it, it was gone and all I saw was the usual snarky glint.
After a few awkward moments, I turned around and left his office and headed home. The entire way, I kept my hand in my pocket, nervously fidgeting with the note.
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Roy pinned me to my bed and bit down on my collarbone roughly as he thrust into me. Washing out the pain of penetration with the pain of his teeth against my skin. It worked wonderfully, making me cry out and grasp at the sheets beneath me.
My legs wrapped around Roy's hips, pulling him deeper. I didn't want the pain to fade at all. I wanted it--no, needed it--hard and fast and rough. I had to feel the sparks of pain mingling with the waves of pleasure within my body. The delicious confusion as my nerves stumbled, sending the wrong signals to my brain. Telling me that pleasure was pain and pain was pleasure.
A choked cry poured out over my lips as he grazed my prostate once. Roy shifted his hips and hit it dead-on with his next thrust, making me arch off the bed. I was gripping at the bedsheets so tightly that I could feel my nails through the fabric, scratching at my palms.
“Roy!” I moaned, loving how his name felt as it spilled off of my tongue.
I licked at my lips, then grit my teeth as Roy increased his pace, the intensity of his thrusts. He didn't care at all how much he was hurting me. And God, was it ever wonderful. His hand wrapped around my cock, pumping me in time with his movements and making me moan louder.
“Fuck, Roy! Oh, fuuuuck!”
My head clouded over quickly and I stopped trying to inhibit the noises I made, letting them all come as loud as they liked. Spitting out whatever obscenities came to mind first.
Roy's movements lost their grace, became more desperate and I felt him shudder, finally coming deep inside of me. The heat that washed over and throughout me pulled me over the edge and I came over his hand, crying out senselessly at the intensity of my release.
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My eyes shot open and I sat up in my bed, clasping my hands over my mouth. I didn't trust myself not to cry out again, not to moan as images of my dream flooded my mind and made my cock ache even more between my legs. Just the way my body shook slightly, shifting the covers over my erection, was enough to drive me mad.
I looked nervously at my bedroom door, hoping that Al hadn't heard my cries at all.