Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Autumn Rain ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Full Metal Alchemist Fanfiction

 

Full Metal Alchemist © HIROMU ARAKAWA/SQUARE ENIX, MBS, ANX, BONES, Dentsu, CARTOON NETWORK (A Time Warner Company), ADULT SWIM, FUNimation Productions, Ltd.

 

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WARNINGS:

 

This fic may or may not contain spoilers for the entire series including, but not restricted to, Episodes 1 through 51 as well as the Special "Reflections". Random elements from the manga may or may not appear. The majority of this fic is based solely on the fansubs with occasional references to the North American dub.

 

The following fic contains lemon, lime, grapefruit and kumquat elements. In other words, citrus content is a major part of this fic.

 

Characters may appear randomly OOC. Established series facts may appear skewed, distorted or otherwise altered.

 

Mature content, language, situations, etc. are interspersed throughout this fic. If you don't like, don't read. If you're under the age of majority in your area, don't read. If you're easily offended by random WAFF and/or smut, don't read.

 

Typos, spelling errors (and/or alternate word spellings), grammatical errors, etc. may or may not appear.

 

Constructive Criticism is welcome, Flames are not.

 

Thank you for reading.

Chiruken

 

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-- Autumn Rain --

 

By: Chiruken

 

Part 2

 

 

Winry wanted to protest, to argue against what he was proposing, but she remained silent. She'd coaxed his compliance to her desire to explore the possibilities at her disposal, allowing her free reign to do as she pleased with him, and in exchange, she'd agreed to reciprocate afterwards. She couldn't deny him, even if she wanted to. She licked her lips, tasting herself on her lips and his fingers still lightly tracing her bottom lip languidly. “What are you going to do?” She whispered nervously. She knew from past experience just how demanding Edward could be and she had a feeling that after all her teasing he was going to follow through with the threat to return the favour.

 

His lips curved upwards into a slow, wickedly sensuous smile. “You'll see.” He murmured quietly, leaning forward to rest his forehead against her own. Her eyes widened, reflecting, she knew, the uneasiness creeping over her. “Don't look so frightened…” He brushed his nose against hers in a teasingly affectionate gesture. “You'll like it.” He placed a quick kiss against her forehead. “I promise.”

 

She blinked dazedly when he stood, lifting her and setting her down on the bed only to step back, away from her. She rose up on her elbows when he turned for the door. “Ed? Where are you going?”

 

He glanced back over his shoulder and grinned. “I'll be right back…just need to get a few things.” He paused and turned on his heel to return to her, bending over her and grinning as he grasped her arms and lifted them to rest above her head much in the same manner as she'd done to him earlier. Reaching down, he exerted gentle pressure against her thighs until she parted her legs. Seemingly satisfied, he placed a quick kiss against the corner of her mouth and stepped back. “Don't move.” She stared up at the ceiling, confused beyond belief when he turned away from her again and left the room.

 

Winry drew in a deep breath and willed herself to relax as she awaited Ed's return. She could hear faint sounds emanating from the bedroom next to hers. Frowning, she listened as his steps sounded in the hall, pausing outside her open door followed by a soft thud as he set something down on the floor. His steps retreated again and she heard him clambering down the stairs only to fade into silence once again. “What on earth?” She sat up slowly, drawing her legs to her chest to hug them against her, cheek resting against her upraised knees facing the door as she strained to hear any movement. She listened to the sound of her breathing, eyes sliding closed as a slight shiver raised gooseflesh on her exposed flesh. The air was quite cool in the room, chilling her and making her feel a little uncomfortable. She debated pulling the quilt around her shoulders while she waited, then discarded the idea, unwilling to move from her position.

 

The sudden sting of his palm connecting with her thigh drew a sharp cry of surprise from her lips, eyes snapping open to glare accusingly up at Ed. “I told you not to move, Winry.” He shook his head slowly and gently soothed her stinging flesh with light caressing circles. He pushed against her shoulder with his right hand, the auto-mail cold against her skin as his left hand stilled against her leg. “Lay down.” He commanded firmly, lightly tapping his fingers against the warm spot on her thigh where his hand had connected with her for emphasis.

 

She complied reluctantly, lips drawn downwards into a frown. “Edward…” She began in a warning tone. “Don't do that again.” Her frown deepened into a scowl when he laughed.

 

He positioned her as she had been before and leaned over her to smile down at her. “That was for moving when I told you not to.” He explained softly, gently brushing her lips with his own before straightening. He bent, reaching for something she couldn't see. The next instant, she jerked her head to the side and stared at him in shock as he held up a strip of fabric for her inspection. He rested his left hand against her thigh again in silent warning. She gulped and held herself still as he blindfolded her. She felt his breath stir the tendrils of hair against the side of her neck, her own breath coming faster as she tried to adjust to having one of her senses taken from her. “I told you, Winry…” He whispered, lips brushing lightly against her ear and sending delicious shivers up and down her spine. “My games aren't as innocent as yours…” He nipped her ear lobe gently. “And my rules are a lot different than yours.” His lightly stroked his fingers against her jaw and placed a gentle kiss against her lips. “If you don't feel comfortable, tell me and I'll stop.”

 

She turned her head towards the sound of his voice and drew in a shuddering breath. She had to admit that she wasn't completely comfortable with the current situation, but at the same time she felt nearly overwhelming curiosity singing in her veins. “Um…” She hesitated licked her lips before continuing. “What exactly are you planning on doing, Ed?”

 

She felt the mattress dip under his weight as he sat on the edge of the bed, the fingers of his left hand running through her hair in a soothing gesture that calmed her nervousness. “Take away one of the senses, and it heightens the responses of the remaining senses.” He paused and tugged gently on the blindfold he'd placed on her. “Take away freedom of movement…” He traced the fingers of his auto-mail hand over her arm lightly. “And you'll have no choice but to feel and enjoy the pleasure being given.” He disentangled his fingers from her hair, lightly trailing his fingers down the side of her face until he cupped her cheek in his palm. She felt his breath against her lips the moment before he kissed her tenderly.

 

She willed her body to relax, to enjoy what he had planned for her. She still wasn't certain she was completely comfortable with what he seemed to have in mind, but she was willing to go along with it for the time being, just for the chance to experience something new with the man she loved. “Okay.” She breathed against his lips, feeling them curve into a smile against hers at her spoken consent.

 

She felt the warmth of his body leave her, the mattress dipping as he stood. She resisted the urge to squirm and remained still, holding her breath as the moments seemed to stretch into eternity. She jumped when she felt something rough brush against her wrists. “Can't have you moving at the wrong moment.” He murmured softly near her ear. Once her arms were secured in place above her head he kissed her softly once again. She tugged against the rope binding her experimentally and sighed. There was enough give to the rope so as not to cause her discomfort, yet tight enough to restrict her movements. “I'm going to touch you…” He whispered hotly against her lips, his hands moving down her body in slow, sensual strokes, the chill of his auto-mail causing her body to arch off the bed slightly. “Taste you…” She gasped when his lips closed over the sensitive peak of her breast, tongue lightly flicking against her hard nipple. “And I'm not going to stop…” His breath washed over her damp skin, sending tiny shivers racing throughout her body. “Until you're begging me…” His left hand settled between her legs, fingers deftly stroking against her intimately. “To take you.” He trailed heated kisses down her body, over her stomach and shifted to the side to lightly nip the gentle swell of her hip.

 

She drew in a shuddering breath as his low tone washed over her, heightening her awareness of the situation tenfold. She had no doubt he meant exactly what he said…that he wouldn't stop until she begged him. She licked her lips, back arching as she moaned softly when his lips left a blazing path from her hip down to the inside of her thigh, nipping gently against the tender flesh before swirling his tongue over the spot soothingly. She tugged ineffectually against the rope holding her arms above her head and twisted her head to the side in an attempt to rub the blindfold against her raised arm in an attempt to remove it. She wanted to see him. The anticipation of where he would next touch her was leaving her feeling a heightened sense of awareness that made every light touch against her skin nearly unbearable in its erotic intensity. She finally gave up in her attempt to remove the blindfold and settled instead to gasp and moan out her pleasure with each teasing touch he bestowed on her. After all, she reasoned in her mind, he'd cooperated with her whims, it was the least she could do to do the same for him.

 

“When you're alone at night…” He moved his right hand over her stomach in slow, tantalizing circles, raising gooseflesh on her skin from the chill permeating the auto-mail. “Do you think about me?” Her breath caught as the circles slowly drew lower and lower until his hand hovered over the apex of her thighs. “Do you touch yourself?” She gasped loudly, squirming to escape the cold metal fingers brushing against her intimately. “Like this?” The auto-mail skimmed over her intimately, the contrasting cold of the icy digits against the moist heat of her femininity tearing a loud moan from her throat. “Do you think of me while you pleasure yourself in the dark?” His voice had taken on a dark and sultry tone, his breath lightly washing over her aching feminine need, teasing the warmth lightly as his left hand slowly slipped under her knee. He lifted her leg, draping it over his arm and parting her legs further. “Beautiful…” He murmured huskily as he pressed his lips to the inside of her thigh.

 

Winry twisted her body, arching her back and lifting her hips off the soft quilt beneath her with a soft mewling cry when she felt the cool metal fingers slip inside of her to gently caress her inner walls. It was, she decided, the singularly most erotic thing she'd ever felt. Knowing that it was the same auto-mail that she herself had created, made just for him, seemed to heighten the carnal pleasure bombarding her escalating sensitive awareness. And because that same auto-mail was a part of Edward, the entire experience increased her impassioned responses.

 

Slowly the metal fingers retreated. She whimpered her disappointment at the loss, stilling her movements when his right hand rested lightly against her hip. She bit her lip when his hands slipped down her legs, gripping her behind her knees, mind racing to figure out what it was he was about to do. She felt his weight shift the mattress and silently cursed the blindfold that hid his movements from her. The anticipation was slowly driving her mad. She wished he'd say something…anything…that might give her an indication of what to expect.

 

Beneath the blindfold, Winry's eyes widened in shock when she felt Ed's body moving over hers, arms and legs braced on either side of her prone form. She tilted her head back against the pillow when he buried his face in the crook between her neck and shoulder. “Mmm…” He inhaled deeply and slowly let the air out, the warmth of his breath tickling her. “You smell nice.” He whispered, lips brushing against her in feather-light caresses. His teeth gently grazed the slender column of her throat, slowly moving down only to be replaced by his tongue. “Taste good, too.” He paused at the swell of her breasts and lavished attention on the full mounds. His hair tickled the underside of her jaw as his hands cupped her breasts, pushing them together. She sucked in a sharp breath as he licked a sensuous path up the valley formed by the soft fullness. “Very good, actually.” He murmured, turning his head to draw her hardened nipple into his mouth to suckle gently, the pad of his left thumb lightly brushing against the neglected peak.

 

Time had become meaningless and she was becoming increasingly impatient. She wanted more. She shifted beneath him in an attempt to bring their bodies into closer contact. Her body felt as if it were on fire. Every touch, every whisper of contact, and she felt it to her very core. She realized that Ed hadn't been exaggerating…the loss of one of her senses heightened the awareness of the others, and the inability to move was slowly driving her mad with impatience. When she wanted him to remain in one place, to lavish more attention on a particular part of her body, he'd move on leaving her frustrated and aching for more. When he found a spot that was infinitely sensitive and she yearned to move him somewhere less mind shattering, she was unable to and had no choice but to endure the erotic torment. Her throat was becoming sore from whimpering and moaning, from screaming out her pleasure and calling his name, wordlessly begging him to put her out of her misery.

 

“Ahhh…Winry…” She shivered at the way her name emerged from his lips on a low, needy groan. “So beautiful…” His lips brushed against hers in a feather-light touch that left her arching off the pillow in an attempt to maintain the brief contact longer. He brushed his fingers over her breast, causing her to squirm beneath him in a silent plea for more attention to that sensitive area. “So responsive…” His lips replaced his fingers, drawing her nipple into the moist warmth of his mouth for a teasingly brief moment. She shivered when he withdrew and his rapid breath fanned across the dampened area. The nimble fingers of his left hand returned between her legs to torment her with gentle, barely-there caresses that had her writhing beneath him in delightful torment. “So warm, so wet…” She squeaked in surprise when she felt his breath play against her intimately. The squeak quickly changed to a gasping cry of pleasure when his tongue stroked against her languidly. “God, Winry…you're so perfect…”

 

Choking on a gasping cry, Winry's hands closed into fists where they were secured above her head. “Ed…” She shuddered at the intensity of the sensations assaulting her overwhelmed body. “Please…” She moaned, arching her back off the mattress once again with a whimper. “I-I can't…” She sobbed helplessly as the cool metal of his auto-mail stroked against her feminine warmth, teasing, taunting, driving her ever closer to the precipice.

 

“Tell me what you want.” Winry shivered again at the low growl in Ed's voice as he shifted again, the mattress creaking beneath his weight as he lifted her leg and ran his right hand over it in a light caress from her ankle to the back of her knee. “All you need to do is ask…” He murmured softly as he pressed his lips to the inside of her thigh. Draping her leg over his shoulder, he leaned forward and gently bit her hip. “Ask me, Winry…” She shuddered at the moist feel of his tongue against her heated flesh. “Beg me…” She writhed beneath him, trying desperately to direct his touch to where she craved it most and gasped when his mouth moved over her intimately once again, tongue darting out to tease her sensitive feminine folds. “What do you want?” He asked huskily.

 

“Ta—“ The rest of her breathless plea was cut off with a sharp cry as she arched up off the bed in increasing desperation. Her entire body felt as if it were on fire, every inch of her quivering with frantic need as he continued to tease and torment her mercilessly. “Ed…” She moaned his name urgently, voice catching once again on a frustrated sob as she twisted and turned beneath him, wordlessly begging for an end to the torment, for relief from the passion raging out of control throughout her body. “Please!” She whimpered pathetically, tossing her head on the pillow and further tangling her long blonde hair. Her lips parted on gasping pants as his hands and mouth drove her ever closer to the edge of her control, threatening to throw her over the brink into mindless want.

 

She trembled in anticipation as he released her leg, allowing it to slip from his shoulder to rest against the mattress again. Her breath caught and held as she felt him moving over her once more, the heat from his body searing her through the fleeting moments of contact. Whimpering soft, nearly inaudible pleas, she bent her legs at the knee and arched up under him, desperate to prolong the all too brief moments when their heated flesh brushed enticingly against one another. She struggled against the bindings holding her steady, twisting and pulling her arms, ignoring the bite of the rope against the tender flesh of her wrists. All thought ceased in her frantic need to touch, to feel, to urge him ever closer, needing to melt against him, into him, wanting to become one with him. Her throat ached with the need burning within her. She shuddered at the feel of his rapid breath against her lips, lifting her head in an attempt to taste them, if only briefly. She knew, in the one part of her that was still conscious of thought, that he was suffering as much as she was from the teasing he was inflicting on her, possibly more so considering what she'd done to him before he'd taken back control. His need would be just as great as hers, if not more so. His teeth scraped against the sensitive skin on her neck, bestowing licks and nips to her ear where he paused, the harsh breaths loud to her before he gently nipped the lobe. “Winry…” His tone was almost a plea. “I need you.” He whispered urgently, his arms coming around her like steel bands, holding her captive and stealing what little breath she had remaining as his hands cupped her backside, pulling her up against him. She mewled and writhed against him, tormenting herself further with the tantalizing illusion of the barest of contact between their bodies. “Beg me. Now.” He ordered roughly, rubbing his hardness against her moist heat erotically.

 

Wrapping her slender legs around his lean hips, she struggled beneath him, rubbing against him, crying out at the sensations that assaulted her senses. She threw her head back against the pillows again at his harsh groan and whimpered when his hips moved against her in increasing need. She was no longer certain who was in control, who was doing the teasing. All she knew was that if she didn't do as he demanded soon, she was never going to feel the satisfaction she so desperately needed. “Ed…” She moaned loudly, meeting the motions of his body with wild abandon, tightening her legs around him. She screamed in frustration when he suddenly pulled away, denying her even the slightest contact between their bodies. “No!” She flailed against the restraints holding her in place. “Please…Ed…please…” She sobbed out the pleading words, twisting her body against the hopelessly tangled sheets beneath her, not bothering to waste time in wondering where the quilt had disappeared to.

 

His hands moved over her, no longer patient, but instead rough and demanding. “Say it.” He commanded hoarsely. She felt his hot breath against the gentle swell of her hip the moment before he bit her. Winry arched off the bed again, crying out at the conflicting sensations of pleasure and pain. “Tell me.” She shuddered at the feel of his tongue swirling over the bruised flesh. “Tell me what you want.” She drew in a ragged breath when his hands gripped her thighs tightly and lifted her lower body off the mattress, suspending her momentarily before his mouth was on her again, tasting, teasing, tormenting and driving all coherent thought from her mind. He turned his head and nipped the inside of her thigh hard enough she cried out again, his growing impatience clear.

 

“Y-you!” She cried out breathlessly. “I want you!” She struggled against his unbreakable grip on her, wincing again as his teeth found her sensitive flesh and bit, gasping when he soothed the small pain with a sensuous swirling of his tongue. “Please, Ed! I want you!”

 

He growled and released her legs, only to cover her body with his own, momentarily driving the breath from her lungs. She shifted beneath him, attempting to move his weight before he crushed her. She gasped in a desperate breath when he moved, kneeling over her, his hands running up and down her body, pausing to massage seemingly random places before moving on to the next. “What?” She felt his hair brush against her breasts as he licked an erotic path from her stomach up to the sensitive underside of the aching mounds. “I didn't hear you.” He drew one hardened nipple into his mouth while his brushed his left hand over the other. Lifting his head, he placed teasing bites up the smooth column of her throat. “You'll have to be louder than that.”

 

She squirmed beneath him, bending her knees, lifting her hips off the bed in a desperate imitation of the movement she craved. “I want you!” She screamed, voice catching on a sob as his hands moved over her quivering arms, fingers wrapping around her wrists over the rope. “You! I want you!” She could feel his arousal pressing against her stomach, the heat of the hardened flesh searing her, branding her, marking her as his.

 

His breath stirred the damp tendrils of hair as he traced his tongue along the shell of her ear. “Tell me exactly what you want.” He murmured, voice low and filled with dark seduction. “Be specific, Winry…” He cautioned as he nipped her again. “Very specific.”

 

She writhed and bucked beneath him in a futile attempt to dislodge him. She was beginning to grow angry, her body humming like a livewire beneath his expert touch. He was playing her like a well-tuned instrument and she felt growing resentment bubbling within her. “Damn you, Edward!” She shouted, thrashing beneath him furiously. “What the hell do you want from me?!” She jerked her head away from him when his lips brushed against the corner of her mouth. “What do you want me to say?” She whispered hoarsely. “Fuck me? Fuck me hard?” She whimpered when his hands stilled on her, his harsh breathing loud in the suddenly quiet room. She drew in a shallow breath, slowly becoming aware of the way his hands trembled against her, how his body shuddered above her as he drew in ragged breaths. She blinked in surprise beneath the blindfold. “That's it…” She whispered in sudden understanding. “Fuck me, Ed…” She tilted her chin up slightly, whispering huskily, feeling a moment of satisfaction course through her when she could feel the way his body shook above her, the way his hands closed into fists and trembled against her body.

 

She felt his hands moving up to cup her face, shaking against her as he claimed her lips in a hard, demanding kiss. The next instant she blinked owlishly as he removed the blindfold. She peered up at him, eyes wide and more than a little dazed. He stared down at her, smoldering gaze intent, the darkness swirling in the golden depths taking her breath away and speeding up her pulse dramatically. “Again.” He whispered against her lips, hands tracing a rough trail down her body to clench against her hips.

 

Swallowing against the dryness in her mouth that threatened to hold her silent, she nodded slightly. “Take me, Ed…” She whispered with a low, needy moan. Her muscles clenched in apprehension when his eyes narrowed in displeasure, his hands tightening against her. She winced, knowing she'd have bruises later. Touching the tip of her tongue to her bottom lip, she watched as his gaze followed the movement hungrily. “Fuck me.” She murmured, relaxing a little when his grip against her hips loosened a bit.

 

He shifted her beneath him, lifting her hips and angling her the way he wanted. “Louder.” He demanded harshly, leaning against her, rocking against her. “Say it louder.” His hands moved along her thighs until he gripped her behind her knees.

 

Licking her lips nervously, she willed her body to go limp, to comply with his increasingly rough demands. “I want you to fuck me, Ed.” She winced when her voice cracked.

 

He lifted her legs to his shoulders and pressed against her, golden eyes flashing with pleasure when she mewled and arched against him. “Again.” He lowered his head and nipped at her shoulder. “Say it again, Winry…” His teeth grazed against her collar bone. “Keep saying it…” He ran his hands over her body, pausing to brush his thumbs against her nipples. She shuddered at the chill permeating his auto-mail and arched against him again. His hands moved over her arms, fingers wrapping around her wrists briefly before beginning the slow trek back down her body. He paused at her shoulders, fingers tightening against her heated skin, shaking her slightly. “Say it again, damn it!” She gasped at the sudden shout, flinching at the pain in her shoulders from the movement. A slight frown drew his eyebrows together, concern flashing in his eyes for a moment as his gaze flicked up to her wrists where they were still bound to the bed frame. She moaned softly when his arms moved around her, lifting her. Her breath caught and she nearly choked when he suddenly dropped her back to the mattress. She blinked in surprise as she realized the tension holding her arms had lessened. She smiled up at him gratefully and relaxed a bit more when his expression softened, a gentle smile curving his lips upwards before he placed a tender kiss on her lips. Pulling back, he looked down at her sternly once again. “Don't make me repeat myself again.”

 

Feeling a shiver of excitement course down her spine, Winry tilted her chin defiantly. “And if I do?” She whispered challengingly. Her eyes widened in shock when she felt the sharp sting of his left hand against the exposed flesh of her thigh. “What the hell?!” She struggled against him. “Edward! Damn it! That hurt!”

 

He raised one eyebrow and shrugged. “Did it?” His tone was silky smooth as he rubbed slow circles over her stinging flesh. He lowered his head and traced moist patterns around her breast with his tongue. “Do you trust me, Winry?” He whispered against her, his hands stilling as he slowly looked up and met her gaze. Winry bit her lip and slowly nodded, a smile curving her lips upwards despite her annoyance at the slap against her thigh…again. Twice in one night…she was determined to get even with him, but she knew that she'd have to bide her time to achieve her revenge. “You know I don't like hurting you, right?” Her gaze softened as she nodded once again. He lowered his head to place a soft kiss against her neck. “Please play along, Winry…just a little more…”

 

Drawing in a deep breath she nodded. “All right, Ed…but…” She paused and waited for him to meet her gaze again. She narrowed her eyes to convey just how serious she was about this next point. “No more spanking. I don't like it.” She frowned and shrugged as much as her bound arms would allow. “It's demeaning.” She softened her words by placing a quick kiss to his cheek.

 

He nodded, golden eyes serious and lifted his left hand to trace his thumb over her bottom lips gently. “I understand.” His lips curved upwards into a wicked grin as he lowered his hand back to its previous position. “Now…” He murmured softly as he leaned over her, causing her breath to catch on a whimper of pleasure as their lower bodies rubbed together again. “Where were we?”

 

“I think…” She managed to gasp as she closed her eyes at the delicious sensations assaulting her. “I think you were about to fuck me senseless.”

 

He went very still for a moment. She opened her eyes slowly and peered up at him in slight confusion. An instant later his laughter rumbled through her. “Ahh…yes, now I remember. How could I forget?”

 

She grinned up at him impishly and wriggled beneath him, delighting in the way his breathing hitched. “Yes, Ed, how could you forget?” Her words ended on a sharp cry as he thrust into her, filling her. Moaning loudly, she arched against him when he remained still. Gritting her teeth in frustration, she whimpered and closed her hands into fists above her head. Her breath left her in a shuddering sigh when he pulled back and pushed forward again, developing a pace that was too slow for her current needs. Writhing beneath him, she attempted to quicken the pace herself, only to be met with frustration when he refused to comply with her silent demands.

 

He nipped at her ear lobe. “Talk.” He gritted through clenched teeth, voice betraying the strain he was feeling at holding back. “Talk to me, Winry.” He growled when she arched beneath him again. “Tell me with words.” He groaned against the side of her neck.

 

She trembled beneath him, lifting her hips off the mattress in a silent plea as her voice wavered on a shuddering cry. “Harder.” She cried out as he complied, thrusting into her with jarring force that left delectable stars dancing behind her closed eyelids. Her pulse raced at a frantic rhythm as their bodies met again. “Harder!” She shouted, voice faltering as they rocked against each other forcefully, the bedsprings voicing their protest beneath them. She screamed when thunder shook the window in its casing, eyes flying open to stare up at the ceiling with fear bordering on panic.

 

He raised his head and met her gaze. “Look at me, Winry, not the ceiling.” He demanded roughly, reaching up to grasp her chin with his right hand and tilting her face down until she met his gaze directly. “Talk to me.” He claimed her lips in a rough, dominating kiss. “Talk.” He commanded harshly again.

 

Trying to ignore the storm raging outside her bedroom window, she blinked up at him, lips moving without sound for a moment as her breath caught in her throat. “More.” She finally managed to get out on a hoarse whisper, thoughts of the autumn storm receding to the back of her mind as she focused on Ed once again.

 

“Louder.” He growled, eyes narrowing before he lowered his head to graze his teeth along the slender column of her throat as she threw her head back against the soft pillows beneath her, mouth falling opening in a soundless cry of pleasure.

 

“More!” She screamed the word, twisting beneath him desperately, trying to quicken the pace.

 

“Of what?” His body trembled above hers, speaking eloquently of the tremendous effort it took to hold himself back, to continue with the game she'd begun with her not-so-innocent teasing earlier.

 

“Please…” She whimpered, tears of frustration forming in her eyes. “Ed, please…” Her breath caught on a sob as she tried to thrust against him faster, the position he held her in preventing her from doing so effectively.

 

He groaned loudly, pressing his face into the crook between her shoulder and neck. “Please…” He repeated on a hoarse whisper. “What?” He finished, drawing in a ragged breath, words partially muffled against her damp skin.

 

She tugged against the rope holding her arms immobile above her head ineffectually, panting at the effort, breath hitching with each mind numbing thrust he pushed into her. “Faster!” She shouted, twisting her wrists and clutching at the soft cotton pillow case, knuckles turning white from the grip. He immediately complied, drawing sharp passionate cries of intense pleasure from her throat. “More, Ed…” Her voice cracked again from the abuse it had been through throughout the night. “Oh God…” She released a shuddering sigh. “More, please…” The hoarse whimper seemed to please him, she realized as his body shuddered again, his hands clenching around her thighs where he held her where he wanted her.

 

She was barely aware of his right hand releasing her to reach up and tug on the rope binding her to the bed. “You like?” He muttered hoarsely, nipping at her shoulder. She gasped in surprise when he grabbed the rope binding her wrists together and pulled. “Hold me.” He groaned against her again, face pressed between her breasts. She shivered as his harsh breath fanned against her moist and overheated flesh, sending tremors up and down her spine. She draped her still bound arms around his neck, fingers clenching in the hair at his nape. She found it a little difficult to breathe properly in the current position he'd placed her in, but ignored that little detail as being insignificant at the moment.

 

Tilting her head to the side, her tongue darted out to touch briefly against the side of his neck. She smiled when she felt his muscles clench, a shudder shaking him against her. She latched onto the lobe of his ear and lightly sucked before releasing him. She felt an overwhelming need to shatter the last remnants of his control. She wanted him, all of him. He was pushing her to go beyond her own illusions of restraint, to leave behind her inhibitions. He didn't seem to mind bullying her to achieve his goals, and though she appreciated what he was trying to do, she couldn't help the sliver of resentment that he could do this so easily while she had yet to find his weakness to exploit. She sighed softly, head falling back in pleasure as his hands moved in lazy circles over her back, down to caress the swell of her hips before his fingers gripped her backside, lifting and dropping her to match the same pace he'd set. She wanted Ed to, for once, lose the control he seemed so intent on preserving. She just didn't know how to achieve this.

 

“Winry…” He groaned against her, shifting his body and allowing her legs to slide from his shoulders to rest against his arms. “You…” He paused and fell back, sitting on he legs with her cradled against his chest. “You aren't…” He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against her shoulder, panting harshly at the obvious effort it took to speak coherently. “You aren't talking.”

 

Winry wriggled against him, head falling back with a moan. “Enough talk, Ed…” She gasped and choked out a wavering cry of pleasure as he lifted her and dropped her down to meet his upward thrusts. She tightened her fingers in his hair when he abruptly slowed the pace again. Gritting her teeth she allowed a soft, feminine growl to emerge from her parted lips. “Don't stop, please don't stop!”

 

“Tell me.” She shuddered as he lowered her to the mattress again and hovered over her, staring down at her intently, golden eyes glittering and reflecting the soft light of the bedside lamp. Slowly he bent his head and pressed his lips to the delicate shell of her ear. “Tell me to fuck you.” He breathed against her, sending shivers throughout her body, inner muscles clenching around him as the dark seduction in his tone washed over her.

 

She nodded with a jerking movement. “F-fuck me, Ed.” She gasped against his shoulder, biting him and swirling her tongue over the mark she left.

 

“Louder.” Once again he shifted, lifting his head to stare intently into her dazed eyes. When she didn't respond immediately he slowed his pace once again, golden eyes sliding shut as his body trembled with the effort it took to maintain his control.

 

She lifted her chin and stared up at him defiantly. “Fuck me!” She screamed, silently cursing him and his increasingly frustrating demands. In that moment, she felt she could almost hate him for the power he held over her…if she didn't love him so much already. So intent was she on her inner seething, she didn't notice immediately when he removed her arms from around his neck, holding them above her head against the mattress with his left hand. The breath left her in a whoosh as he did exactly as she'd asked, hand moving down to her waist as he leaned back, golden eyes steady on hers as he lifted her with his right arm and pulled her sharply against him, meeting the movement with his own forceful movements. Her teeth clicked together sharply before she managed to shift her weight to her shoulders to better adjust to the new angle and rapid pace he set.

 

“Scream.” He growled, slipping his right arm around her to lift her easier. “For me.” He added, never once taking his gaze from hers. Winry found she had no choice but to comply as she tumbled over the precipice, tidal waves of pleasure bombarding her almost painfully aroused body, overwhelming her senses. For a moment, she could've sworn her vision blacked out as she rode out the waves assaulting her. She slowly came back to herself, panting beneath him, staring up at him in a state of shock. It had been nothing like before, she realized dazedly. This was so much more intense, more earth-shattering, more mind-numbing and she knew she'd crave it every time they came together after this night.

 

Silently she prayed he wouldn't do as he had last time, demand another from her. She knew she was too spent, too tired, and frankly too sore to manage, even if it was for Ed. She had a feeling she wasn't going to be walking normally for a few days after this little romp. She almost laughed at the thought, but instead slowly opened her eyes to gaze up at him. Her breath caught and held. He was smiling at her, golden eyes soft and warm, his lips curved upwards into a tender, loving smile that stole her breath away and made her heart pound faster. She felt his right hand tugging at the rope around her wrist, freeing her from the restraint before gently rubbing the flesh with the auto-mail. Her lips formed a round oh of surprise.

 

“Touch me, Winry…” He whispered huskily, bracing his right hand against the mattress beside her head. Without hesitation she lifted her arms and smoothed her hands over his shoulders, feeling the tension within his trembling muscles. His eyes slid closed as he lowered his head against her shoulder. “Winry…my Winry…” He muttered, lips brushing against her skin, sending tremors of pleasure coursing through her body again. Her lips parted on a gasp followed immediately by a moan as once again he shifted, slowing the pace he'd set. “My beautiful, passionate little tease…” Winry's eyes fluttered closed, her head tilting back as his lips brushed against the wildly fluttering pulse in her throat. “Again…” He paused, his breath washing over her moist skin rapidly. “Please…” He gently nipped at the tender flesh. “Scream for me again, Winry.”

 

Her eyes flew open as she squeaked in surprise when he moved abruptly and she suddenly found herself above him. She pressed her palms flat against his chest, feeling the racing beat of his heart. His hands moved to her waist, guiding her until she'd achieved the pace he wanted. Her head fell back, lips parting on a mewling cry as she felt herself tumbling towards the abyss again. Tilting her head forward again, she stared down at him, cheeks flushed and eyes glazed with the first waves washing over her, her muscles trembling and clenching around him. She knew he'd join her this time, that he'd fall over the edge with her and together they'd slowly float back to reality. Vaguely she was aware that she needed to do something first, that he'd asked her for something, yet at the moment as pleasure coursed through her making her entire body sing she couldn't remember what it was.

 

She went still, riding out the pleasure, slumping forward tiredly to rest against his chest. She sighed in contentment, a soft smile curving her lips upwards as she relaxed her muscles completely. A moment later her eyes opened slowly, a frown drawing her eyebrows down as she listened to the wild thundering of Ed's heartbeat. Her lips parted on a sharp gasp as she sat abruptly. She stared down at him with wide, disbelieving eyes, hesitating to believe what her mind was suggesting and her body was beginning to notice. “Ed?” She asked softly, wincing as her throat protested the effort it took to force the sound out.

 

“Winry…” He groaned, eyes sliding closed as his hands closed into fists against her hips. “You…” He paused, chest rising and falling with each harsh breath he took. “Didn't…” He faltered again, moving restlessly beneath her, proving her suspicions correct. He hadn't followed her over the precipice and she had a sinking feeling that she knew why. “You didn't scream for me.” He whispered hoarsely. Slowly his eyes opened and she winced at the accusing look he sent her way. “Why?”

 

She swallowed painfully and shifted above him, wincing when his hips rose up to meet her, expression revealing his discomfort. “You know something, Ed?” She asked softly, slowly rocking against him, watching intently as his eyes closed, lips parted on a low, ragged moan as his hands clenched and unclenched against her waist. “You have some serious control issues.” She continued, slowly increasing her pace. “You need to learn to let go…” She bent forward, pressing her lips against his chest, over his heart, feeling it racing beneath her. She straightened again and gently traced her fingers over his lips. “Why do you always have to be in control of yourself? Why don't you just let yourself feel…like you told me to do?”

 

She yelped in surprise when his hands suddenly tightened against her, lifting her and halting her movement. He glared up at her, golden eyes sparking with irritation. “You want to know why?” He asked roughly, shocking her again when he flipped her over onto her stomach and straddled her. He grabbed her wrists and pulled above her head again, holding her wrists together with his right hand. He leaned forward, brushing her tangled hair away from the nape of her neck, lightly running his tongue along the heated flesh. “Do you really want to know why?” She nodded against the mattress, not quite trusting her voice to speak. She shivered when she felt his teeth against her shoulder followed by his tongue as he slowly rested more of his weight against her. Her breath caught and held as she felt his stirring the tendrils of hair near her ear. “Then wait until we're finished before asking stupid questions.” He ground out through gritted teeth, his irritation more than apparent.

 

She breathed a silent sigh of relief when he released her wrists again. When his arms snaked around her, she didn't protest as he shifted her to her knees. She tried to glance over her shoulder nervously, but his hand in her hair prevented her from completing the gesture. She wasn't certain about this new position she was in. She couldn't see his expression and shivered at the feel of his auto-mail sliding against her still throbbing femininity. “Ed…” She whispered, unable to hide the uncertainty in her tone.

 

Her back curved against his hand before it slid down, between her legs. Her neck arched as she cried out in pleasure as the cool metal digits moved against her enticingly. “I need to hear you.” He murmured softly, pressing his lips against the small of her back. “Your pleasure…” He pressed his left hand against her inner thigh and gently urged her to part her legs a bit more. “Is my pleasure.” He switched hands, placing his right against her hip to steady her as the fingers of his left moved inside of her, stroking her inner walls and causing shuddering tremors to course throughout her body as she began to rock back against him, whimpering in wordless pleas. “You see, Winry?” She felt the cool touch of his auto-mail leg against hers as he moved. “I need to hear you, to know that you're being satisfied…” She moaned, lowering her head to rest her forehead against her arms as his hand left her moist heat only to be replaced by his arousal. “Your pleasure…” He groaned and leaned forward to rest his forehead against her back, his harsh breaths brushing against her overheated skin as he slipped within her again as he straightened. “Is everything to me.” His hands slid to her hips, tightening against the soft curves as he set a rapid pace. “That's why I control myself.”

 

Winry felt humbled by his confession. She bit her lip, feeling the sting of tears in her eyes. If she needed further proof of how much he truly cared for her, she knew she didn't have to look any further. Her lips curved upwards into a smile. Ed was obviously living proof of the age old adage about men who used very little words. Her eyes slid closed on a shuddering sigh of pleasure as she rocked back against him, meeting every thrust enthusiastically. He certainly was a man of action, she'd give him that.

 

She gasped, back arching beneath him as she felt the cool metal of his auto-mail move between her legs. “Please, Winry…” The fingers moved against her, touching the sensitized nerves of her pleasure centre with unerring accuracy. “One last time…” He shifted again, resting his chin against her shoulder for a moment before turning to trail heated kisses along her neck. “Scream for me.” He breathed against her ear before grazing his teeth against her shoulder.

 

She squeezed her eyes shut tight, her muscles quivering with the beginning shudders of pleasure. Moaning loudly, she pushed against him with frantic need. “Faster!” She shouted as she threw her head back, knowing now that he liked it when she told him what she wanted. She clenched her teeth together, feeling the first waves begin to overtake her as he complied with her request. Drawing in a gasping breath she twisted her hands into the sheets beneath her. “H-h-harder!” It took all she had to force the word out as she shuddered beneath him. The muscles in her thighs burned from the unaccustomed exertion being placed on them as once again Ed increased the force of his thrusts, silently obeying her breathless plea. She could feel his body shaking against hers, feel his ragged breaths washing over her damp skin as he leaned against her. She whimpered as his fingers brushed against her again, the cold of the auto-mail a sharp contrast against the heat of her intimate flesh. She bit her lip briefly as she felt her body beginning to fall over the edge again. Throwing her head back, she closed her eyes and screamed. “Fuck me, Ed!”

 

As she lay panting, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist as he buried his face against her stomach, she decided that she hadn't been quite prepared for the reaction he'd shown her. She reached down and gently smoothed her hand against his hair in a soothing gesture. To say she'd been shocked would be an understatement, actually. Her eyes slid closed as her overtaxed muscles slowly loosened. Her lips curved upwards into a wicked smile as she began to sleepily plot their next encounter. She licked her lips and gently traced her fingers against his jaw, delighting in the slight shudder that coursed through his body against hers. Who would've thought, she mused in silent wonder. That Ed would be a screamer.

 

 

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Author's Notes:

 

Autumn Rain started life as a follow-up challenge to the One-Shot, Summer Heat. It was intended to also be a One-Shot PWP lemon…but as it progressed, it took on a life of its own. This is the result, one monstrously long One-Shot split into two parts.

 

Thankies Angel for all the help! I really appreciate it. **super huggles**