FMA: (FIC) Contractual Obligations (Roy/Ed) R
Title: Contractual Obligations
Rating: R
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Genre: Romance/Humor
Warnings: Cross-dressing
Summary: Al's grin widened. "Oh, remember about five years ago? There was a bet, a lot of alcohol, a game of chess, and a signed contract or two."
Disclaimer: FMA belongs to Arakawa et al.
For: djin7 and anyone else devastated by sky_dark
Ed sat next to his brother Al, drinking, as they played a friendly game of cards. They'd not seen each other for a few weeks due to one thing or another, but they cherished the time they did have together.
"Ah, damn. Lost again," Ed threw down his hand and grinned.
Al looked over at him for a moment before speaking. "So, I hear Mustang finally became Führer."
Ed scowled. "Yeah, damned bastard's been smirking for days."
"Well, tell him I said congratulations," Al said with a smirk.
Ed looked at him suspiciously. "Fine, when I see him next."
Al began playing with a nearby chess piece as if it were the most interesting thing in the room. "So, when do you start?"
Confused, Ed looked over at Al. "What do you mean?"
Al's grin widened. "Oh, remember about five years ago? There was a bet, a lot of alcohol, a game of chess, and a signed contract or two."
Ed's face paled and he began flailing about. "NOOO! He's forgotten. He has to have forgotten about that. Plus, I'm a civilian now. He can't make me go back."
Al shook his head. "He can and will. Does Mustang forget anything?"
Ed turned blue with panic. "Oh god no."
"Have fun!" Al chirped. Ed chased him around the room before pummeling him to the ground.
~~
Roy sat behind his rather large desk resting his chin on laced hands. He smirked as he watched Ed rant and rave, flailing wildly in protest. However, a contract was a contract.
"I could have you court marshaled, but I think that you'll comply. You did sign this contract, and it's binding," Roy said with a large grin.
Ed scowled, folding his arms across his chest. "I hate you. Fine, so what do I have to do?"
Roy pushed a parcel towards him. "This is your uniform. Section 1.A clearly states that you will wear the uniform required of my secretary."
Ed picked up the parcel, and glared at Roy, but didn't open it.
"You will wear that every day. No exceptions. Oh, there are instructions inside. Secondly, you will report for uniform inspection whenever I deem it appropriate. Thirdly, you will actually work. That means bringing me coffee, fetching things I ask for, smiling for the visitors, and basically following my orders."
Barely keeping a reign on his temper, Ed nodded. "I truly fucking hate you."
"I expect you here first thing tomorrow. Dismissed." Roy gestured for him to leave, which he did, running from the room.
~~
It was worse than he thought it would be. Inside the parcel were many things and not one that Ed had any desire to wear. Firstly, there was a skirt. A mini-skirt. Ed grimaced as he put it aside. Next was a corset. Ed forced himself to unclench his fingers around the delicate fabric. There was a low-cut military jacket that he was obviously to wear over the corset. At the bottom was a pair of thong panties, a garter belt, and a pair of white stockings…and heels. Ed closed his eyes and counted to ten before he started screaming. He didn't even dare look at the note or he would have killed Roy Mustang.
Al graciously offered to help him dress the early the next morning. Or, more accurately, Al offered to snigger as he watched Ed try to put on the clothing. Ed stared at the paper in front of him. Roy had got to be taking the piss. There was an order, from the Fuhrer, that he shave…his…legs. Al howled in delight, which earned him a sound smack upside the head before Ed stormed into the bathroom. Ten minutes later he emerged with his hair down, and his legs shaved.
"I'm not a fucking girl!" he screamed to the room, to Al, to anyone who would fucking listen.
He dressed as quickly as he could and then put on his long red overcoat before leaving his house. He just prayed that he wouldn't run into anyone he knew.
~~
Roy forced his mouth to close as a ball of blonde fury entered his office, stumbling and ranting. Ed stood there, chest heaving, as he gave Roy a death-glare.
"Please close the door, Ed. I need to inspect your uniform," he said a little more breathlessly than he would have liked.
He could hear Ed murmuring something about fucking perverts under his breath. When Ed faced him, Roy beckoned him to stand before him. Ed walked on unstable legs to the front of the desk.
Roy got up and looked Ed all over, pleased to see a small blush rising on that furious face. He took out a tape measure from a drawer in his desk and got on his knees. He could see that the stockings completely covered his auto-mail leg.
He ran his hand down the side of the skirt before measuring it. "This passes inspection."
He got to his feet and pressed Ed against the lip of his desk. Ed glowered, but obeyed. He let his fingers brush against the soft thighs. He could feel the clips of the garter belt, and the smooth hairless leg. "This too passes inspection."
Ed blushed a bit more at that, but refused to stop frowning. Roy lifted shaky fingers up the buttons of the blue uniform jacket and slowly undid them. Underneath was the corset, done up, and tightened.
"I'm not a fucking girl, Roy, Ed whispered. Roy simply nodded as he removed the jacket and set it down off to the side on the desk.
In a husky voice, he said, "Ed, I need you to hand me those files." He pointed to the other end of the desk. He pulled his chair in, trapping Ed between him and the desk. Roy swallowed, and waited for Ed to turn, which he did.
Ed glanced over his shoulder, and pointed at a pile off to the right, "Those?"
Roy shook his head, "No. Let me show you." He stood and bent over Ed's body, which was halfway reaching toward a small pile. His erection rubbed against Ed's ass as he showed him the correct pile.
~~
Riza Hawkeye stared at the closed office door. She needed to talk to the Führer, but, once again, he was busy.
Havoc grinned as he passed by, "Uniform Inspection."
Riza tilted her head. "I didn't know we had one of those today." She looked down at her uniform for a moment before Havoc's laughter made her look up.
"Ah, not that. It's Uniform Inspection," Havoc repeated, but with a chuckled emphasis on the words.
Just then, the door opened and Ed stumbled out of the room, unsteady on the heels. Ah, she thought, Uniform Inspection. Riza wondered just how long he had to wear those clothes, but when she asked Ed, all he did was snarl out that he lost a bet, and refused to elaborate.
She watched as he strode away, noticing his stiff gait, and frowned. She looked in the office to find Führer Mustang sitting at his desk with a rather pleased expression on his face. She stood next to the desk, saluted, and glared down at her boss.
"Do you think it wise to use your position as a way to enact your bedroom fantasies?" she asked boldly. "Forgive the insubordination."
Roy smiled. "I've been wanting Ed to do this for seven years now. Let me enjoy it for a little while longer."
Riza shot up an eyebrow at that. "It's not right to use your authority to get your way in your relationship."
Shrugging, Roy pulled a dog-eared file from his top drawer and patted it fondly. "We made a bet, which he lost, and this was my prize. Five years ago, he said I'd never become Führer. I, obviously, disagreed. A bet was made, a contract was signed, and I won."
Riza frowned again. "It just doesn't seem right."
At that moment, Ed appeared at the door, and said in a strained voice, "Roy, someone is here to meet you."
Standing, Roy smiled at Ed. "I'll be right there, Mrs. Mustang."
Ed scowled. "Don't call me that. I fucking hate it. You are going to pay for that later."
Roy laughed and followed him out of the room.
Riza made to follow, but stopped when she realized that the file was still on the desk. Opening it, she gasped at what she saw. Contract after contract, and all of them had to do with particulars of Roy and Ed's relationship. She looked at all of the dates, and at the back, found the first one. It was a contract that obligated Ed to allow Roy to take him on at least four dates within a month's time. Another had stated Ed had to allow displays of affection outside of the bedroom. There were others detailing sexual activities she hadn't realized were possible. A rather beat up one detailed that since marriages were impossible, Ed would take Roy's last name. She had wondered about that.
"I won that after a game of chess," a voice sounded from behind her. Roy was smiling with a certain fondness.
"But Ed's better than you in-" she stopped, understanding finally.
Taking the file, Roy pulled out the most worn and wrinkled of the bunch, "This is my favorite."
She read it and smiled. It stated that Ed must allow Roy to say, "I love you," and obliged Ed to believe him.
Suddenly, everything made sense to her. Through the years of their relationship, it seemed like one long blackmail attempt on Roy's side. They stood side by side, looking out of the office door and watched as Ed punched the face of an officer who dared slap him on the ass.
"He's always thought about himself last. He never felt himself worthy of anything but pain. He'd not allow himself to be happy," Roy said thoughtfully.
Riza tore her gaze from Ed, who was still beating on the man, to Roy. She had once thought him selfish, and he was, and manipulative, which he was too, but she also knew that the contracts he had weren't for his benefit, but for Ed's.
Ed could wrap them around himself like armor, and use them as an excuse for why he allowed Roy what he did, but Roy knew the truth and that's all that mattered.
Omake for djin7:
Roy leaned his head back and simply enjoyed the feeling of Ed's mouth on his cock. Uniform Inspection was quickly becoming his favorite part of the day. He knew that Ed would only put up with wearing the skirt for so much longer before his face and Ed's auto-mail became far more intimate than he liked. However, right now he was threading his fingers through Ed's hair and enjoying the perks of having such a dedicated secretary.
Ed lifted his mouth off his softening penis and scowled at him. "This better have not always been required of your past secretaries, or I'll kill you."
Roy simply grinned. "Oh no, Ed. You must have realized by now that you had always driven me to make your life harder...this time it's just your knees caught in the backlash."
Ed rolled his eyes. "This uniform is retired tonight, bastard."
Roy pouted, but nodded resignedly.
"Stupid bastard," Ed said with fondness.
"Does this mean I still can have Uniform Inspection?" Roy asked eagerly.
Ed smiled and said, as he got to his feet, "Can I get you a coffee?"
Roy leaned back in his chair, grin wide across his face, "I'd love one, Mrs. Mustang."
Ed stormed from the room. "I really fucking hate you."
Rating: R
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Genre: Romance/Humor
Warnings: Cross-dressing
Summary: Al's grin widened. "Oh, remember about five years ago? There was a bet, a lot of alcohol, a game of chess, and a signed contract or two."
Disclaimer: FMA belongs to Arakawa et al.
For: djin7 and anyone else devastated by sky_dark
Ed sat next to his brother Al, drinking, as they played a friendly game of cards. They'd not seen each other for a few weeks due to one thing or another, but they cherished the time they did have together.
"Ah, damn. Lost again," Ed threw down his hand and grinned.
Al looked over at him for a moment before speaking. "So, I hear Mustang finally became Führer."
Ed scowled. "Yeah, damned bastard's been smirking for days."
"Well, tell him I said congratulations," Al said with a smirk.
Ed looked at him suspiciously. "Fine, when I see him next."
Al began playing with a nearby chess piece as if it were the most interesting thing in the room. "So, when do you start?"
Confused, Ed looked over at Al. "What do you mean?"
Al's grin widened. "Oh, remember about five years ago? There was a bet, a lot of alcohol, a game of chess, and a signed contract or two."
Ed's face paled and he began flailing about. "NOOO! He's forgotten. He has to have forgotten about that. Plus, I'm a civilian now. He can't make me go back."
Al shook his head. "He can and will. Does Mustang forget anything?"
Ed turned blue with panic. "Oh god no."
"Have fun!" Al chirped. Ed chased him around the room before pummeling him to the ground.
~~
Roy sat behind his rather large desk resting his chin on laced hands. He smirked as he watched Ed rant and rave, flailing wildly in protest. However, a contract was a contract.
"I could have you court marshaled, but I think that you'll comply. You did sign this contract, and it's binding," Roy said with a large grin.
Ed scowled, folding his arms across his chest. "I hate you. Fine, so what do I have to do?"
Roy pushed a parcel towards him. "This is your uniform. Section 1.A clearly states that you will wear the uniform required of my secretary."
Ed picked up the parcel, and glared at Roy, but didn't open it.
"You will wear that every day. No exceptions. Oh, there are instructions inside. Secondly, you will report for uniform inspection whenever I deem it appropriate. Thirdly, you will actually work. That means bringing me coffee, fetching things I ask for, smiling for the visitors, and basically following my orders."
Barely keeping a reign on his temper, Ed nodded. "I truly fucking hate you."
"I expect you here first thing tomorrow. Dismissed." Roy gestured for him to leave, which he did, running from the room.
~~
It was worse than he thought it would be. Inside the parcel were many things and not one that Ed had any desire to wear. Firstly, there was a skirt. A mini-skirt. Ed grimaced as he put it aside. Next was a corset. Ed forced himself to unclench his fingers around the delicate fabric. There was a low-cut military jacket that he was obviously to wear over the corset. At the bottom was a pair of thong panties, a garter belt, and a pair of white stockings…and heels. Ed closed his eyes and counted to ten before he started screaming. He didn't even dare look at the note or he would have killed Roy Mustang.
Al graciously offered to help him dress the early the next morning. Or, more accurately, Al offered to snigger as he watched Ed try to put on the clothing. Ed stared at the paper in front of him. Roy had got to be taking the piss. There was an order, from the Fuhrer, that he shave…his…legs. Al howled in delight, which earned him a sound smack upside the head before Ed stormed into the bathroom. Ten minutes later he emerged with his hair down, and his legs shaved.
"I'm not a fucking girl!" he screamed to the room, to Al, to anyone who would fucking listen.
He dressed as quickly as he could and then put on his long red overcoat before leaving his house. He just prayed that he wouldn't run into anyone he knew.
~~
Roy forced his mouth to close as a ball of blonde fury entered his office, stumbling and ranting. Ed stood there, chest heaving, as he gave Roy a death-glare.
"Please close the door, Ed. I need to inspect your uniform," he said a little more breathlessly than he would have liked.
He could hear Ed murmuring something about fucking perverts under his breath. When Ed faced him, Roy beckoned him to stand before him. Ed walked on unstable legs to the front of the desk.
Roy got up and looked Ed all over, pleased to see a small blush rising on that furious face. He took out a tape measure from a drawer in his desk and got on his knees. He could see that the stockings completely covered his auto-mail leg.
He ran his hand down the side of the skirt before measuring it. "This passes inspection."
He got to his feet and pressed Ed against the lip of his desk. Ed glowered, but obeyed. He let his fingers brush against the soft thighs. He could feel the clips of the garter belt, and the smooth hairless leg. "This too passes inspection."
Ed blushed a bit more at that, but refused to stop frowning. Roy lifted shaky fingers up the buttons of the blue uniform jacket and slowly undid them. Underneath was the corset, done up, and tightened.
"I'm not a fucking girl, Roy, Ed whispered. Roy simply nodded as he removed the jacket and set it down off to the side on the desk.
In a husky voice, he said, "Ed, I need you to hand me those files." He pointed to the other end of the desk. He pulled his chair in, trapping Ed between him and the desk. Roy swallowed, and waited for Ed to turn, which he did.
Ed glanced over his shoulder, and pointed at a pile off to the right, "Those?"
Roy shook his head, "No. Let me show you." He stood and bent over Ed's body, which was halfway reaching toward a small pile. His erection rubbed against Ed's ass as he showed him the correct pile.
~~
Riza Hawkeye stared at the closed office door. She needed to talk to the Führer, but, once again, he was busy.
Havoc grinned as he passed by, "Uniform Inspection."
Riza tilted her head. "I didn't know we had one of those today." She looked down at her uniform for a moment before Havoc's laughter made her look up.
"Ah, not that. It's Uniform Inspection," Havoc repeated, but with a chuckled emphasis on the words.
Just then, the door opened and Ed stumbled out of the room, unsteady on the heels. Ah, she thought, Uniform Inspection. Riza wondered just how long he had to wear those clothes, but when she asked Ed, all he did was snarl out that he lost a bet, and refused to elaborate.
She watched as he strode away, noticing his stiff gait, and frowned. She looked in the office to find Führer Mustang sitting at his desk with a rather pleased expression on his face. She stood next to the desk, saluted, and glared down at her boss.
"Do you think it wise to use your position as a way to enact your bedroom fantasies?" she asked boldly. "Forgive the insubordination."
Roy smiled. "I've been wanting Ed to do this for seven years now. Let me enjoy it for a little while longer."
Riza shot up an eyebrow at that. "It's not right to use your authority to get your way in your relationship."
Shrugging, Roy pulled a dog-eared file from his top drawer and patted it fondly. "We made a bet, which he lost, and this was my prize. Five years ago, he said I'd never become Führer. I, obviously, disagreed. A bet was made, a contract was signed, and I won."
Riza frowned again. "It just doesn't seem right."
At that moment, Ed appeared at the door, and said in a strained voice, "Roy, someone is here to meet you."
Standing, Roy smiled at Ed. "I'll be right there, Mrs. Mustang."
Ed scowled. "Don't call me that. I fucking hate it. You are going to pay for that later."
Roy laughed and followed him out of the room.
Riza made to follow, but stopped when she realized that the file was still on the desk. Opening it, she gasped at what she saw. Contract after contract, and all of them had to do with particulars of Roy and Ed's relationship. She looked at all of the dates, and at the back, found the first one. It was a contract that obligated Ed to allow Roy to take him on at least four dates within a month's time. Another had stated Ed had to allow displays of affection outside of the bedroom. There were others detailing sexual activities she hadn't realized were possible. A rather beat up one detailed that since marriages were impossible, Ed would take Roy's last name. She had wondered about that.
"I won that after a game of chess," a voice sounded from behind her. Roy was smiling with a certain fondness.
"But Ed's better than you in-" she stopped, understanding finally.
Taking the file, Roy pulled out the most worn and wrinkled of the bunch, "This is my favorite."
She read it and smiled. It stated that Ed must allow Roy to say, "I love you," and obliged Ed to believe him.
Suddenly, everything made sense to her. Through the years of their relationship, it seemed like one long blackmail attempt on Roy's side. They stood side by side, looking out of the office door and watched as Ed punched the face of an officer who dared slap him on the ass.
"He's always thought about himself last. He never felt himself worthy of anything but pain. He'd not allow himself to be happy," Roy said thoughtfully.
Riza tore her gaze from Ed, who was still beating on the man, to Roy. She had once thought him selfish, and he was, and manipulative, which he was too, but she also knew that the contracts he had weren't for his benefit, but for Ed's.
Ed could wrap them around himself like armor, and use them as an excuse for why he allowed Roy what he did, but Roy knew the truth and that's all that mattered.
Omake for djin7:
Roy leaned his head back and simply enjoyed the feeling of Ed's mouth on his cock. Uniform Inspection was quickly becoming his favorite part of the day. He knew that Ed would only put up with wearing the skirt for so much longer before his face and Ed's auto-mail became far more intimate than he liked. However, right now he was threading his fingers through Ed's hair and enjoying the perks of having such a dedicated secretary.
Ed lifted his mouth off his softening penis and scowled at him. "This better have not always been required of your past secretaries, or I'll kill you."
Roy simply grinned. "Oh no, Ed. You must have realized by now that you had always driven me to make your life harder...this time it's just your knees caught in the backlash."
Ed rolled his eyes. "This uniform is retired tonight, bastard."
Roy pouted, but nodded resignedly.
"Stupid bastard," Ed said with fondness.
"Does this mean I still can have Uniform Inspection?" Roy asked eagerly.
Ed smiled and said, as he got to his feet, "Can I get you a coffee?"
Roy leaned back in his chair, grin wide across his face, "I'd love one, Mrs. Mustang."
Ed stormed from the room. "I really fucking hate you."