Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ All Sinners ❯ Roy's Obsession ( Chapter 1 )

TITLE: ALL SINNERS : Roy's Obsession

AUTHOR: Cherrymelle

FANDOM: Fullmetal Alchemist

PAIRING: RoyxEd

RATING: R

GENRE: Drabbles (fluff, romance, humor, angst...)

WARNING: yaoi, angst, porn, rape (not graphic)

DISCLAIMER : Full Metal Alchemist and its characters aren't mine, but the following fic is. Anyway, that's not like I was making money out of either of them.

SUMMARY: The proof of how Roy Mustang is guilty of the seven deadly sins.

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Envy

 

“Good morning Boss.”

 

“Morning Havoc.”

 

A little nod.

 

 

“How are you Edward?”

 

“Fine. Thanks Fury.”

 

A friendly wave.

 

 

“Gracia wants to have you for dinner tonight.

 

“We'd like that.”

 

An easy grin.

 

 

“You should wear something warmer. The Military won't give you sick lease when you'll catch a cold.”

 

“I'll think about it Lieutenant Hawkeye.”

 

A respectful bow.

 

 

“You never take care of yourself. You wouldn't survive if I wasn't looking after you.”

 

“Don't worry Al.”

 

A loving look.

 

 

“Where's your report Fullmetal!”

 

“Coming... Bastard.”

 

A wary sigh.

 

Alone at last. Once the door shut, Edward would be all his.

 

 

Lust

 

Being a high-ranked Military had its perks. Along the years, many people had bent to Roy's will and he had bent all the attractive ones over this very desk. However, he knew his next prey would be difficult. He couldn't wait to have Edward writhing under him, hands gripping the oak edges. Pale skin and golden strands would be luscious over the dark wood.

 

“Could you stop petting the desk, Bastard Colonel? And lose the psychotic smile, while you're at it. You're giving me the creeps.”

 

Roy gave Desk-san a secretive glance and turned his attention back to his soon-to-be lover.

 

 

Sloth

 

It wasn't a matter of age. Roy was in the prime of life. He could perfectly grab Edward's hips, push him face first on the mattress and pound him like there was no tomorrow. If he wanted...

 

He just preferred the teenager on top. Ed's eyes closed in obvious concentration, features tight with exertion. Encouraged by Roy's needy moans and wordless pleas, his muscular thighs never faltered. Edward rode him till completion, like the wild mustang he was.

 

“You know Colonel, you are the only person I know, who doesn't even sweat during sex.”

 

Roy smirked slightly and fell asleep.

 

 

Greed

 

Mustang despised money and the power it held on his peers. It was callous of people to flaunt their wealth. Long ago, he had promised himself he wouldn't ever stoop so low.

 

He knew he was hypocritical. He grew up in a wealthy family. Now a Colonel, his wages were nothing to frown upon either. Money wasn't of any of his concerns and he held in contempt those who were lured by it.

 

Still, he loved gold. He grabbed a handful of it with clenching fingers. He wouldn't let go, it was his.

 

Between harsh pants, he begged: “More Edward...”

 

 

Gluttony

 

He nipped a hipbone playfully before soothing the hurt with his tongue. There wasn't much of a reaction. He went down and sucked on salty skin. A tired hand came on his hair, trying vainly to stop him.

 

“Roy, I'm beat. Have mercy.”

 

He would have none of that. He shook the wary hand with a growl and went back to work. Once engulfed in moist heat, the flesh began to swell. He smiled around the hard length. Soon, he was able to enjoy the addictive taste of his lover... for the fifth time. Youth was really a wondrous thing.

 

 

Pride

 

Edward beamed, even while his cheeks turned faintly pink.

 

“...and thus, in regards of his numerous achievements, we hand over the Nobel Prize of Alchemy to Edward Elric. Ladies and Gentlemen, let us welcome the Fullmetal Alchemist.”

 

The crowd erupted into cheers and Edward gave a little embarrassed grin. Roy watched as Ed pushed back an errant lock and cleared his throat. His voice finally raised, not trembling in the slightest.

 

They had come far from the mangled and guilt-laden kid to this man held with purpose. Mustang was admired as the Fuhrer, but Roy knew where his real accomplishment lay.

 

 

Wrath

 

“I was offered a post in Xing's Imperial University. I accepted it.”

 

Edward turned to leave but a violent yank on his braid stopped him.

 

“You won't go anywhere.”

 

“What do you think you're doing Roy? You don't own me.”

 

The resounding slap echoed in the room.

 

“I can't believe you hit me. That's certainly not the way to stop me.”

 

Roy grasped his shoulders painfully. That would leave bruises.

 

“Let me go!”

 

He landed on the floor harshly.

 

“Stop it Roy! Please.”

 

The sound of tearing fabric. Savage thrusts. Broken sobs. A sated grunt.

 

“You are mine Edward. MINE.”