Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ An invitation you cant resist ❯ We...cant...shouldnt ( Chapter 7 )

Chapter 7. I know it took a while, but I'm actually proud at how quick I've done it…sort of, okay okay. So it took a long time. But it was…a hard chapter and I think I sucked at it. Read and find out…

Warnings: This is a male/male fan fiction and there are sexual scenes in it, so if you don't like it, then you're reading the wrong fic. There's the back button.

 

 

Ed shut his eyes harder. Maybe if he tensed his whole body then he'd become exhausted and fall to sleep. Who was he kidding? He was already as tense as he was gonna get. Mustang had fallen asleep around two hours ago, Ed could tell by the change in his breathing. Mustang had also subconsciously moved further to the middle of the bed, seeking the body heat of Edward. They were almost touching. Ed had no idea whether Mustang was a heavy sleeper or not so he didn't move, in fear of waking him. It was bad enough trying to get to sleep with an unmoving Mustang, let alone an awake one. Now that had been bad. He opened his eyes with a sigh and stared at the ceiling. He was never going to get to sleep. He almost wanted to shake the stupid bastard awake so he could go through the same sleepless night. Yeah, right. Mustang wouldn't have even blinked an eyelid if I was standing naked in front of him offering myself. A bad image streamed into his head at that thought and he blushed. Dammit, this was ridiculous. He was acting like a teen going through puberty…ok, so he was a teen going through puberty but so what? Rolling his eyes at his stupidity he decided to try and count sheep. Mustang let out a small breath and moved closer, effectively bringing their skin in contact. The sheep became a blur and Ed gave up on that idea. When Mustang moved his hand to lay against Ed's stomach Ed's control snapped. He sat up and swiped Mustangs hand away as he jumped off the bed screaming, “Would you fucking stay on your side of the bed?”

 

Mustang's eyes clenched slightly as he awoke from the sudden noise.

 

“Edward?” he whispered, opening his eyes. They were glazed over with sleep. Ed nearly came undone with the sound of his name almost drifting through Mustangs mouth. Mustang used his elbows to push himself away from the bed. His hair was a complete mess, worse then Edward had ever seen it and his lips were a strange red tinge. Had he always looked this sexy awake? Ed had never wanted to kiss anyone so badly. He just stared at Mustang, his breathing heavy.

 

As his senses were slowly turning on Mustang sighed and almost glared at Ed.

 

“What are you doing? What time is it?” he asked softly, somehow unable to talk loudly. It was probably because he was still half asleep.

 

“Ugh, damn, go back to sleep” This time it was a glare.

 

“You're the one who woke me up” he pointed out. Ed slumped forward slightly.

 

“I don't care, go back to sleep” he said, hating how breathless his voice sounded. Mustang's forehead creased in confusion.

 

“Is something wrong?” he asked, still half asleep. His eyes drooped slightly, unnoticed by himself. But Ed noticed, and it wasn't making it easier on him. It made him mad that Mustang was having such an effect on him when he had no effect on Mustang. It just wasn't fair.

 

“You're a stupid bastard you know that!?” Ed yelled and stomped to the bathroom and slammed the door behind himself. Mustang sighed and slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes with a yawn. He squinted at his watch and almost had the desire to throttle Ed. What the hell was so important that Ed would wake him up screaming at 3:12am? What was it that Edward had been screaming at him about anyway? With another yawn he dragged himself out of the bed and forced his legs to walk to the bathroom door. Checking the knob he found it locked. Restraining himself from banging on the door like he wanted to he knocked on it gently.

 

“Ed?” No answer. Mustang sighed.

 

“Edward? Can you open the door please?”

 

“Fuck off” was his reply. Mustang's anger awakened. What did he do to deserve that response? He was actually being quite polite in his opinion.

 

“Ed!” Mustang said, exasperated. Was this some kind of attention seeking ploy? Who in their right minds woke someone up at 3 in the morning, screaming at them and then locked themselves in the bathroom? Mustang was beginning to wonder about his subordinate's mental capabilities. If he hadn't known Ed since he was 11 he would have had him checked up long ago. But he knew that Ed was just a temperamental teen with a chip on his shoulder so he didn't wonder about it too much. Now he was really starting to wonder about it.

 

“Ed just open the damn door! I'm not in the fucking mood! It's way too early for this shit! There better be a damn good reason why I'm awake at this early hour from your stupid screaming!” Silence.

 

“And what the hell were you screaming about anyway? Why weren't you sleeping!?” Mustang continued yelling when Ed didn't answer him. But still no answer. Just as he was about to start banging on the door it flung open, revealing a dishevelled Edward. Mustang's breath hitched in his throat. Ed's hair was out, all messy and un-brushed. His lips were tinged red, meaning Ed had probably been splashing his face with water. Mustang's eyes travelled downwards, eyeing the water trickling down Ed's bare chest. Apparently he hadn't been happy with the water and had tried to destroy it or something.

 

“Is there a problem?” Ed asked, as if he hadn't just woken up Mustang at three in the morning for no apparent reason and as if he wasn't standing there looking like he'd just been thoroughly screwed, like some sex-god.

 

“You bet there's a bloody problem” Mustang growled, trying to keep his groin in control. There was no way he was going to let lust overcome his common sense. Sure, he loved touching the boy in public, if just to piss him off. But they were in private and he didn't need Ed mad at him at the moment. This mission was becoming more serious and dangerous then they had originally thought, with just the location problem.

 

Ed just rolled his eyes and went to slam the door again but Mustang pushed it open again with a hard shove, making it bounce back. He stopped it with his foot and stepped closer to Ed. Ed's eyes narrowed.

 

“Do you know what time it is?” Mustang hissed. Truth be told Edward really hadn't given it any thought at all.

 

“Why don't you have a look Ed, see what fucking time it is” Mustang said, trying to keep his anger in check. Ed sighed and looked at Mustangs watch. His eyes widened slightly. Woops.

 

“Uh…sorry?” he said with a half-hearted laugh. Mustang glared.

 

“What the hell were you screaming about?” Ed blushed.

 

“Ah…”

 

“It better be a damn good reason,” Mustang warned. Ed's blush deepened. Mustang's eyes narrowed.

 

“I'm not playing around Edward, you better tell me and you better tell me right now. We have to rise early tomorrow, in about 3 hours to be exact, and I'm not going to have had all my sleep and I want to know why” Ed looked down and mumbled something. Mustang leaned closer.

 

“I didn't catch that Edward”

 

“Stop calling me Edward!”

 

“Stop changing the subject!” Mustang was really beginning to wonder why he had been woken up now. The kid was seriously not into telling him.

 

“Ed!” Ed looked up, his eyes blazing.

 

“Because you kept moving around and touching me!” he screamed. Mustang blinked. Ok, of all the reasons he could think of that Edward would wake him up screaming that certainly wasn't one of them.

 

“There, I told you. Now leave me alone so I can go and die in a corner” Ed went to slam the door again. But Mustang stopped it again with a grin on his face. Ed didn't like the look of it.

 

“Is it that you don't like me touching you Ed?” Mustang asked. He took a step forward as Ed took a step back.

 

“Or, you like me touching you too much” Mustangs voice was now a whisper. Another step forward, another step backward. The back of Ed's knees hit the bathtub. Mustang stepped into arms reach and trailed a hand down Ed's arm. Ed shivered and his mind didn't even consider moving away: the moment Mustang had touched him, all common sense had fled. Mustang must have noticed because he took another step forward and almost pressed their bodies together. He leaned down and whispered into Ed's ear “I think you like it”.

 

“I-I do-don't” Ed stuttered, denying what his body was clearly saying.

 

“Oh, you don't?” Mustang whispered in return. He took a gently nip of Ed's earlobe and Ed gasped slightly. More like a sharp intake of breath. Mustang smiled.

 

“Your body doesn't seem to mind it. Just your brain trying to catch up?” he said playfully, moving his mouth to below Ed's ear and slowly trailing down to his neck. When he got there he gently lapped the skin with his tongue and began to gently suck on it as his hands travelled up Edwards sides. His subconscious mind knew that he was trying to mark Edward so that everyone would know that he was spoken for.

 

“Ah” Ed gasped, clenching his hands, trying not to give in completely and touch Mustang, no matter how badly he wanted to. Mustang didn't seem to mind. His hands trailed around up Edwards back and plunged into Ed's rugged golden hair, relishing the feel of it. He knew it would feel like this, like magic. He groaned at the feel of it. Ed groaned in return, unable to hold back after hearing such a primitive sound coming from Mustangs mouth. Mustang trailed his mouth sloppily up Ed's jaw and softly placed his lips on Ed's. He reacted instantly, finally moving his hands to grip Mustangs shoulders and putting pressure on his lips. Ed opened his mouth to let Mustangs tongue delve into the deep recesses of it. Tasting, licking every nook and cranny within Edwards mouth. Mustang left none of it untouched as he ran his hands through golden hair. Ed kept his grip on Mustangs shoulders and held on for dear life as Mustang kissed him, making his knees feel weak. When they gave way Roy was there, holding him up against his body tightly. He slowly moved them towards the bedroom and the bed. Ed barely noticed when Roy pushed him down onto the feathery softness of it. All he noticed was the feel of Mustangs mouth, the feel of his hands, their bodies tightly pressed together. When Mustang gently pulled Ed's boxers down to dispose him of them he merely lifted his hips in aid. Mustang pulled back from the kiss to gaze down upon Ed's naked body. Ed watched him, breathing heavily, his eyes were half-lidded from his passion-dazed mind and he could think of nothing but wanting to feel Mustangs hands everywhere, to put his hands all over Mustang. And he did just that, grabbing Mustangs shirt and lifting it.

 

Mustang smiled at him and helped Ed take him out of his shirt.

 

“Should have done this sooner” he murmured as he placed a kiss on Ed's stomach and moved upwards to latch onto a tight nipple. Ed gasped and moved his hands to Mustang nape and gripped there, holding Mustang in place gently. Mustang twirled his tongue around it, nipping gently every now and again. Then he moved over to the other one and administered the same attention to that one. Ed couldn't take it for much longer; he was as hard as a rock and needed release.

 

“Mustang…please” he whimpered as Mustang slowly trailed down again.

 

“What was that Edward?”

 

“Bastard” Ed hissed. Mustang smirked.

 

“What did you want Ed?”

 

“Just…do it…already, need…” Ed gasped, trying to speak while trying to keep his breathing in control. It wasn't an easy task. Mustang couldn't keep teasing Ed because he was as much in need of release as Ed was. Without any further prompting Mustang took Ed's erection into his mouth, earning a sharp cry of want from Ed's mouth. Mustang began to move up and down, licking and sucking everywhere, trying to devour as much of Ed as he could. Pre-cum was leaking into his mouth and he decided he didn't mind the taste of it. Ed could only quiver with need and hold onto Mustangs hair tightly. He was gasping hard, trying to keep his breathing in control and failing.

 

“Roy!” Ed cried out as he climaxed, spurting into Mustangs mouth. Mustang almost choked on it as he tried to process Ed calling out his name in such sweet abandon. It was the first time that Ed had ever used his name. Luckily he managed to swallow before any damage could be done, though a small amount dribbled down his chin. Mustang decided he could definitely get used to the taste.

Ed looked down at Mustang with a look of pure satiated lust, his eyes drooping slightly. Mustang smirked at him, his ego getting a good feed at knowing that he had done that to Ed. He crawled slowly over Ed and kissed him, letting him taste himself. Ed arched up against Mustangs body in an automatic response, his tongue seeking Roy's. His real hand lightly touched Mustangs own erection through his pants and Mustang shivered slightly. Ed smiled and pushed Mustang onto his back as he rolled on top of him. Mustang looked at him in surprise. Ed slowly, with the help of Mustang, removed his pants and Ed took Mustang's hard penis into his hand. Mustang gasped, unable to hold it in, the feeling so damn good. Though Mustang loved this, he hadn't been expecting it. As Ed began to massage and kneed and stroke, giving Mustang a hand job, Mustang pulled Ed down further so that he could suck on his neck with the passion that getting a hand job was producing. He needed to do something, Ed faltered for a second but then continued just as strong, if not stronger, doing what he was doing.

 

“Uh…I'm doing this right aren't I?” Ed whispered, a little embarrassed at having to talk while he was, ell…doing what he was doing. Mustang pulled back to look in his face.

 

“What?” he asked incredulously. He had never felt so good in his entire life. He couldn't help wonder whether it was because of what was being done or who was doing it to him.

 

“Well I've…never…um” Mustang gasped again as he felt himself growing closer to climax.

 

“Ah, harder Ed!” he cried out, interrupting Ed. Ed said nothing as he complied, enjoying the silky feel of Mustang in his hand. Ed felt and heard the exact point of Mustangs climax as Mustang cried out his name. Warm liquid spilled out over Ed's hand and Mustang stomach. They were both breathing heavily; Mustang has his head back against the pillow. Ed collapsed onto Mustang stomach, uncaring of the warm liquid he was lying on. Mustang wrapped an arm around Ed without a second thought.

 

“That was your first hand job?” Mustang asked.

 

“Um…” Ed didn't really feel like talking about his inexperience.

 

“It was great Ed” Mustang assured him. Ed lifted himself up slightly to look at Mustang, to make sure he wasn't just being an ass. But all he saw was genuine truth. Mustang sat up, taking Ed with him and placing him in his lap. Ed blushed as Mustang grabbed his discarded shirt and began cleaning them both up. Mustang could kind of tell that Ed had no idea what to say, so once he had finished he threw the shirt to the floor and laid them both back down, Ed using Mustang's chest as a pillow. Ed was too tired to argue, too confused to understand so he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. Mustang, on the other hand, had far too much to think about. Didn't jailbait mean anything to him? If any of this leaked out, that Ed and Mustang were actually lovers, then he was in for a long prison sentence. Even as he thought this he was stroking Ed's hair. And besides, Mustang reasoned with himself, they weren't lovers. They just needed a certain closeness to be able to pull this mission off. Mustang was a grown man and he could control himself, he wouldn't let things go any further than this because it was wrong and because what both of them were feeling wasn't real, it was just a want to do a good job at their first and only mission together. Rather happy at having sorted out their weird predicament Mustang closed his eyes and drifted to sleep, his arms wrapped protectively around the one thing he would give his life for.

 

 

Ed slowly opened his eyes, feeling rather groggy for some reason. Last night flooded back into his mind and he blushed. He reached over beside him and felt the cold sheets. Mustang was up, and apparently had been up for a while. Sitting up and wondering why Mustang hadn't woken him he looked around. Roy was sitting at the desk again, but he was pulling on his boots, his head down, concentrating on tying his laces up properly.

 

“Morning” Ed said nervously. Mustang looked in surprise. Ed half-smiled at him, making Mustang feel like a jerk at what he had been trying to do: get out of there before Ed woke up. Because that meant prolonging what he had to do.

 

“Uh, hey…Ed” Ed clutched the sheet a little tighter without noticing. There was just something in the way Mustang had said his name that made him think he didnt want Mustang to keep talking. Before he could say anything Mustang stood up with a sigh, having finished tying his shoes.

 

“We need to talk”

 

“Ok…about last night?” Even as he said it he felt his face brighten and hated himself for it. Why couldn't he act mature about it?

 

“Yeah…” Mustang trailed off. He raked a hand through his hair.

 

“Look Ed, you know that it didn't mean anything right?” Ed felt his chest contract.

“Uh-”

 

“We both wanna do a good job at this and doing what we did last night brought us closer, to be able to fool those guys better. We both know that's all it was. But it cant happen again, sure it benefits our job but its just crossing a border that we shouldn't cross, that we shouldn't have crossed - that we cant cross again. It just-”

 

“Yeah, I get it” Ed said angrily and jumped out of bed, completely oblivious of his nudity and stalked into the bathroom, slamming it behind himself.

 

Mustang closed his eyes in pain. Nothing in his life had ever been harder then saying that to Ed. But he knew it had needed to be said. The mission was Ed's reason for doing any of this anyway so why the hell should he care? Its not like it meant anything to him either. It wasn't like Ed had ever thought about it before the mission so why the hell was he getting worked up about it? They would finish the mission fine without actually having to go as far as having sex. Just thinking about having sex with the blonde was getting Mustang hard so he strode from the room, angry at himself and angry at the blonde brooding in the bathroom. Why did things have to be so damn complicated?

 

And there you have it…I hope the sex scene was okay…it wasn't really a sex scene cause they didn't have sex but…well anyway, I hope it was okay. I personally think it sucked…but I cant make it any better…suggestions might be good! I don't have a beta so yeah…I don't really want one either. It takes me long enough to type my chapters myself without having to wait for someone to read over them. I shall update as soon as I can! Hopefully sooner than I have been…:D

 

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