Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Blind Obsession ❯ Wet Dreams ( Chapter 4 )

A/N: I'd like to say sorry for the wait on this one and also, thank you all for your comments. They're very much appreciated.

 

 

Blind Obsession

 

IV

 

Frustrating Complications

 

 

Roy looked up from his desk when the door opened, and Lieutenant Hawkeye walked through the doorway with a stack of folders in her hands. She opened her mouth and began in a businesslike tone, “Colonel, these...” but he cut her off with a wave of his hand.

 

“Lieutenant, it's `fuhrer' now,” he corrected, then frowned. He wasn't in the mood for her usual attitude today...

 

Without missing a beat, the woman bowed, her previous demeanor changed to something more docile, and murmured, “Of course, Fuhrer Mustang, I apologize...” Roy nodded approvingly at her deference. She straightened and continued to his desk, though this time her hips swayed a little as she walked. Oh, yes... he liked that much better than her usual brisk pace. Setting the folders down, she stepped back a little and waited quietly for him to open the folders.

 

He eyed her up and down. Her hair was pulled tightly back in its usual `work' style, and the standard military uniform covered her frame. Frowning, Roy thought that a figure such as hers should definitely not be covered by such boorish clothing. In the blink of an eye, she was suddenly in a more revealing military uniform with a very short skirt and a few of the buttons undone on the top to reveal her cleavage. Her hair hung loose over her shoulders in a way that suggested that she might have been doing something naughty only moments before.

 

He smiled. That was much better.

 

Turning his attention to the folders, he opened the one on top to see a prepublication copy of his favorite porno magazine. All printed works needed to be reviewed for approval by the government, and, of course, Roy liked to take an active interest in what was happening in his country, so he gladly took on the job of reviewing some of the monthly periodicals—usually those that appealed more to his...tastes...

 

He flipped through some of the pages, admiring the scantily clad models. Licking his lips, Roy reached down to fondle himself through his pants, then looked back up to Hawkeye who was still standing there and watching him.

 

Roy grinned widely at her. The thought of wanking himself off in front of her was definitely appealing, but he'd much rather her join in the fun... “It's time for you to show your loyalty...” he purred, still touching himself through the fabric.

 

She bowed again in acquiescence, and as she walked around the desk to him, Roy thought she would look much better in one of the skimpy outfits he saw on one of the magazine models. Instantly, Hawkeye was dressed in nothing more than a baby-blue thong, and a stringy thing that he supposed could be called a `bra', but really did nothing more than cover her nipples.

 

When she was finally near him, Roy leaned back in his chair and lifted one of his legs so that the toe of his booted foot rubbed back and forth against her crotch. His grin widened as he saw that the black leather of the boot glistened with moisture from her crotch. He always knew his lieutenant was a slutty bitch. Oh, yes... she definitely wanted it. She was so fucking wet for him...

 

Roy was tempted to lay her flat on the floor right then and ram his cock into her pussy, but he knew it would be more fun to play with her a little first. Sex was good, but not nearly as good as it could be after some kinky or dirty foreplay...

 

Letting his foot drop to the floor, Roy commanded, “Lick my boot.” He paused and gave her a lusty stare before saying, “You got my boot dirty with your whorish juices and now you need to clean them...”

 

“Yes, fuhrer...” she murmured while bowing her acceptance at the command, and his cock twitched as her firm breasts were pulled down by gravity, making the bra-like thing stretch out a bit from her shoulders. He almost wanted to grab them, pull her closer, and thrust his penis between them. That would be good, but definitely not as good as being inside of her.

 

She knelt down, stuck out her tongue, and slowly dragged it over the leather. As she did so, Hawkeye made a long moaning sound of pleasure and Roy quickly undid the buttons on his pants to free his throbbing erection. Seeing her lower herself like that and hearing how she enjoyed it made him all the more anxious to get off.

 

“That's right, bitch,” Roy murmured lustily. “Lick it. Lick all of it...” He watched for another moment, his cock aching and throbbing with need, then reached down and grabbed her hair before pulling her up so that her face was in his lap. He pressed his cock against her lips, smearing precum on her, then thrust his hips, forcing himself inside her mouth.

 

“You want that, don't you?” Roy said as he moved his hands over her head. “I can't hear you, Lieutenant...” To that, she moaned loudly and he thrust his hips again.

 

“She's a too little tame, don't you think?” a smug voice asked, and Roy quickly glanced up to see Ed standing in front of him wearing a pair of silky-looking, black pants and no shirt. Despite the looseness of the pants, Roy could see that Ed was hard up and a small spot on the pants showed where precum was seeping into the fabric.

 

“Ed...” Roy murmured in a low voice and tightened his grip on Hawkeye's hair. Desire flared through him at the sight of the blond teen. The Ed who he worked with on a daily basis was much too resistant. He didn't want that Ed. He wanted the Ed who was willing to debase himself and do almost anything Roy wanted him to. He wanted the Ed who wanted to explore his sexuality and be his dirty little slut...

 

Pulling Hawkeye away, Roy pushed her so that she was lying on her back before standing and pushing the chair away. He stared at Ed challengingly, and said possessively, “You are my whore, Ed...”

 

The teen raised an eyebrow and said, desire in his voice, “Of course I am.”

 

Roy eyed the teen for a moment, trying to decide what he wanted. Finally, he lowered himself to his knees and crawled between Hawkeye's already spread legs and looked back to Ed.

 

“I'm going to fuck her, and you are going to lick my ass while I do it,” he said in a tone that left no room for argument.

 

Ed grinned lustily and made a small bow of his own. “Of course I will, fuhrer,” he agreed smoothly and made his way behind Roy.

 

Turning his attention back to the woman beneath him, Roy positioned the head of his cock against her opening before thrusting smoothly inside of her wet pussy. He sucked in a breath at how tight and warm she felt, then let out his breath in a slow moan. Bending over her body, Roy ran his hands up her sides, then began fondling her breasts.

 

At the same time, Roy felt hands grab each of his ass cheeks. Ed's warm tongue licked his entrance and he could feel Ed's hot breath against his skin as he heard the teen whisper, “Screw her hard, Mustang. Do her hard and fast. Come on, make her beg for it. You know that cunt wants your cock.”

 

Roy grinned broadly, then clamped his mouth down on one of Hawkeye's breasts. He loved it when Ed talked dirty...

 

As if on cue, the woman moaned, “Oh, yeeeees... Fuhrer Mustang...” then reached up and pressed her hands against his head as he sucked on her nipple. He kneaded her other breast while she rocked her hips against his. Roy let out a moan of his own, then began panting a little when Ed stopped licking his ass, and began thrusting his tongue into him. Each time, the nerves inside of him tingled with the added stimulation, bringing him that much closer...

 

Finally, Roy released Hawkeye's breast, gulping for air, and said breathlessly, “I want you to fuck my ass, Ed, but you're not allowed to cum until I say so.” He was in charge, and he wanted Ed to remember that.

 

Ed immediately pulled his tongue out and a moment later, Roy felt the head of Ed's cock pressed against his entrance. “I'll fuck you,” Ed purred. “I'm going to ram into you so deeply that you'll be begging for me to cum inside of you.”

 

At that, Ed grabbed Roy's sides and thrust hard, making Roy gasp with the double stimulation. He made little noises as he plunged into Hawkeye one moment, then impaled himself on Ed's cock the next. It was just so amazingly arousing with them both moaning and grunting; Hawkeye begging for his cock, Ed urging him to screw her. They both moved against him eagerly, skin against skin sliding easily with how much they were sweating, and Roy knew he wasn't going to last much longer. The pressure built at his groin, then suddenly it was too much. With a breathless yell, Roy came hard...

 

...and opened his eyes with a gasp.

 

Sweat covered his body, and he felt sticky and hot. His heart was beating quickly and his breathing was a little erratic. Glancing blearily around his bedroom, Roy lay there for a moment, sleepily enjoying the afterglow of the dream. He felt relaxed and almost fell back asleep, but when he rolled onto his side, Roy felt the wetness at his groin as the cum slowly dribbled down his leg and to the mattress.

 

Opening his eyes again, Roy noticed that instead of his room being pitch-black, it was dimly lit from the muted, early morning light outside of his window. Feeling a little more awake, Roy groaned softly. He couldn't even remember how long it had been since he'd had a wet dream... The amount of sex he had, and how much he jerked off, generally kept him from having dreams like that... Plus, he'd just had an awesome fuck session with Ed the night before...

 

Feeling a little frustrated and bemused at the same time, Roy glanced at the clock. He had about twenty minutes before his alarm was supposed to go off. He could either lay there or get up early. After about five minutes of tired contemplation, he decided that he'd get up and use the extra time to change the sheets...

 

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

 

Ed yawned and rolled over in his bed. He wasn't ready to get up yet. He simply felt too damn good to get up. Burrowing deeper into the sheets, Ed moaned softly. His whole body was so relaxed that he felt he could lay there for days—months even.

 

It was then that a loud rumble interrupted the feeling of bliss, and he opened his eyes a little in frustration. Ed found it truly amazing, and irritating at the same time, that he could go from not hungry to starving in less than thirty seconds.

 

When his stomach growled again, Ed irritably threw the blanket off and pushed himself out of bed. He stumbled blearily to where he'd dumped his clothes last night and picked up the pants. Sniffing them, Ed made a face and quickly pulled them away, deciding to wear something else.

 

Before dropping the pants back to the floor, Ed dug a piece of paper out from one of the pockets. He glanced over at Al's bed to make sure it was empty before reading the note, then sighed softly at what was written there. Whoever this man was, he definitely thought things out, and Ed liked that, but...

 

He scowled.

 

But why did he have to wait a whole fucking week before they met up again? It was torture. Ed shook his head. The man had to be some sort of sadist, seriously. Last night had been great, but Ed had really, really, wanted it up the ass.

 

But did he get it?

 

No.

 

And now he had to wait a whole week... Ed let his eyes move over the rest of the note. A time and place were normal, but there were two other things that made him wonder... One of which he wasn't sure what to make of, and the other made him curious as hell.

 

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

 

Roy hummed absently to himself as he ran a comb through his fine, black hair. He turned his head side to side and checked himself out in the mirror to be sure he looked good before putting the comb down on the counter. Heading out of the bathroom, Roy snatched the folder he'd pulled from Ed's file the night before and consulted it for a moment before heading to the phone in the kitchen.

 

Checking the time, he nodded to himself before picking up the phone and quickly dialing the number he knew by heart. It took a few rings for Dickie to answer, but when he did, what he said was, “Hi kid, what do you need now?”

 

Roy chuckled and shook his head. “How did you know?” he asked in amusement.

 

“There's only one person who calls this time of the morning. I don't even open for a few more hours, but you know that I'm here and take advantage of that,” Dickie said with a slight tease in his voice. Roy nodded to himself in amusement. The shop was Dickie's life and he practically lived there. Actually, he did live there... in the back... though Roy figured that perhaps only a handful of people knew that.

 

“Well, I think calling you from work would be frowned on,” Roy countered easily, then opened a cupboard and pulled out a mug.

 

“You could always quit your job and come work here,” the older man said cheerfully. “I'm getting along in years and could use a good employee.”

 

Roy cradled the phone between his head and shoulder as he poured himself some coffee. “Would I get discounts?”

 

“Of course!” Dickie chortled.

 

Roy leaned against the counter and took a small sip of the hot liquid. “That's very tempting. If I ever decide to leave my current career, I'll let you know. I'm sure you'd be much better to work under than my present boss.”

 

“Well, thanks,” Dickie said, then got down to business. “So, what can I do for you?” Roy pulled a paper from the folder and scanned over the numbers before telling the shop keeper what he wanted. He could hear Dickie writing it all down, then, “And when do you want this by?”

 

“Can you do it in five days?” Roy asked as he put the paper back in the folder.

 

There was a pause, then, “Yeah, I believe I can. I may have to pull a few strings, and it will probably cost you a little extra for the express, but I should be able to.” Roy nodded to himself. This was why he went to Dickie. The man had impeccable customer service and would always go the extra mile for his customers, especially his most loyal customers.

 

“Also, I need them packaged in a cardboard box and left at the post office for someone to pick up,” Roy said, then added, “I can pay extra for that.”

 

“No need. I go to the post office a few times a day. I'll just take it on one of those trips,” Dickie offered.

 

Roy tucked the folder under his arm and took another sip of his coffee before setting it on the counter and heading over to where he'd kicked off his boots the day before. “I also have a note I need to put with that. I can drop it off tonight.”

 

“That's all fine,” Dickie said. “I'll need to know who will be picking the box up so that I can give that information to the post office staff.”

 

Roy paused in the act of pulling on his boot and thought for a moment. Dickie didn't know what Roy did for a living, but that wasn't because he didn't trust the man... No, Roy trusted him to a point, but he liked to keep his private and public life separate. Telling Dickie Ed's name could connect Roy with the military, and though Dickie was very good about protecting people's privacy, Roy didn't want to take the chance of the wrong people finding out. Sleeping with a subordinate could leave a permanent black mark on his record, and he didn't want that at all.

 

“Actually, I don't have a name,” Roy lied. “I can give descriptions though,” he said slowly.

 

There was a moment of silence before Dickie said, “Sounds like you've been doing something interesting.”

 

Roy grinned, thinking that he had indeed been doing something, or rather someone interesting. “You have no idea.”

 

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

 

“Where were you last night?”

 

Ed rolled his eyes as he buttered his toast. “None of your business, Al,” he said as patiently as he could. He felt a bit of irritation at the question. Really, why couldn't Al just mind his own business?

 

“I'm really starting to get worried about you, brother,” Al complained from where he was eating his breakfast at the table. “You're getting so anti-social. I'd love it if you went out with—”

 

“No thanks,” Ed said, cutting Al off as he sat down at the table. The last thing he wanted to do was spend another evening with Al and his current fling; even worse, being forced into a double date...

 

“I miss going out with you,” Al said with a frown. “We hardly do anything together anymore.”

 

Ed took a bite of his breakfast, then said, “I work. You work. We're busy. It happens.”

 

Al gave him a small scowl. “We shouldn't be too busy to spend time with each other.”

 

Swallowing the toast, Ed took another bite and said, “Okay, fine. Let's go to the library tonight after I get off work.”

 

Al looked at him in silence for a moment before saying hesitantly, “Well, I already promised Dani that we could go...” He trailed off as Ed made an `ah ha' sound around the food in his mouth and shook the toast in Al's direction. “But you could come with us!” Al argued.

 

“No way,” Ed said firmly, then stuffed the rest of the piece of toast in his mouth.

 

“It's not good for you to spend so much time by yourself...” Al whined.

 

“I have company,” Ed blurted, then choked on his food when he realized what he was saying. He didn't need Al pestering him about that...

 

“What kind of company?” Al asked suspiciously, then glanced to Ed's neck.

 

Shit... Ed swore silently. Of course, Al probably already had some suspicions. It seemed that everyone did, thanks to his asshole of a fuck buddy. Irritation filled him as he realized that he'd never gotten around to telling the man not to leave marks on him again...

 

“Well?” Al prodded.

 

Scowling, Ed stood up and started for the door. “I need to get to work before Mustang has my ass on a platter.”

 

“Brother... You're ignoring me again...”

 

“I'm not,” Ed lied. “I just don't want to be late.”

 

“And when have you ever cared about being late?” Al growled.

 

Ed opened the door and said, “Have fun with the girlfriend tonight,” before shutting the door on Al's protests and heading off to work.

 

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

 

Roy heard his subordinates talking in the break room before he entered. When he walked through the doorway, they stopped long enough to stare at him before Lieutenant Havoc made an exasperated sound and said, “That smug smirk better not mean you got laid last night.”

 

Roy raised an eyebrow. Had he been smirking? He grinned widely. Why, yes, he had been. And for good reason too. Instead of answering, Roy simply walked to the coffee pot and poured himself some coffee.

 

“Oh, I knew it!” Havoc exclaimed behind him. This was followed by laughter from Breda, Falman, and Fuery. Turning around, Roy leaned against the counter and sipped slowly from the cup as he watched the men in front of him.

 

Havoc was sprawled backward in a chair and looking at him in a half sideways, half backwards gaze. “You smug son-of-a-bitch...” the tall man said flatly. Roy took another sip and waited. There was silence in the room for a moment before Havoc said, “Well? You going to tell us the details or what?”

 

“Well...” Roy drawled in amusement when he saw the other officers lean forward in anticipation. Usually he loved giving the juicy details, especially when they were so eager to hear it, but this time was a little different.

 

For one thing, none of them would be interested in hearing about him with another guy. Although Roy really did generally prefer women, he didn't see a problem screwing around with another man on occasion. The sex was generally good and it was something new to mix things up. However, as far as he knew, his subordinates were strictly `women only' type of men.

 

For another, there was no way in hell he was going to tell anyone that he was fucking Edward Elric. As if the troubles he'd find himself in with the military weren't enough, Ed finding out exactly who it was who was screwing him... Well, he liked having Ed as his fuck pet, but he had a feeling that if Ed knew who was pounding his ass, that would be the end of their little get-togethers.

 

No... Roy didn't like to think of that scenario at all, though not just because he wanted to have someone convenient to screw. It was obvious that Ed's knowledge of sex came mostly from those dirty porn publications, which was fine, but now that he was getting a taste of the real thing, Roy didn't think Ed would be satisfied with going back to only his hand.

 

Roy felt a strange possessiveness as he considered that. He liked how Ed whored himself out to him, and he even liked pretending that Ed had been used by others, but for Ed to truly go out and let other men fuck him...

 

He shook his head and took another sip of the coffee, trying to push the jealous feelings away. What did he care if Ed bent over for the whole world? It was stupid to be jealous of something that wasn't his to begin with, and besides, he told himself, Ed wasn't really anything to be covetous over... not really...

 

Taking another sip of his coffee, Roy smirked a little and said, lying through his teeth, “There's really not that much to tell. Long hair and legs, big breasts... She was pretty tight too. She made this little squealing noise every time I—” He cut off sharply when Lieutenant Hawkeye walked into the room. Her face was blank, but her walk was a bit stiff, and he was pretty sure she'd heard what he'd been saying.

 

Not that he really minded, except for the fact that he didn't want to be charged with `sexual indecency in the workplace'. Not that he thought Hawkeye would ever complain, but better to be safe than sorry. The real Hawkeye was sort of a hard ass... nothing at all like the woman he'd fucked last night in his dream...

 

He moved aside, giving her access to the coffee, and watched as she poured herself a cup and added a little sugar. Taking a sip, Hawkeye glanced at them all before heading toward the door. Suddenly she stopped and glanced back at them.

 

“Don't stop on my account,” she said smoothly. “I'm sure my experience last night was much better than the colonel's.” That said, she turned and left the room. Roy blinked and wondered if maybe he should start changing his opinion of her...

 

There was silence in the break room for a moment before Havoc slapped his hands over his eyes. “Please tell me that did not mean what I think it meant...”

 

“It means that everyone is getting laid but you,” Kain Fuery said jovially.

 

Havoc moved his hands and glared at the short master sergeant. “You did not...” Roy watched in amusement as Fuery raised an eyebrow and took a small sip of his coffee with a smile on his face.

 

“Did you really?” Vato Falman asked in surprise, to which Fuery started laughing and choked on his drink.

 

“You lying bastard!” Havoc snapped, then kicked the man's boot as the others started laughing too.

 

“What's going on in here?” a voice said from the doorway. Roy turned with the rest of the men to see Ed walking into the break room. Roy grinned as he noticed that the teen wasn't covering up his neck today. The hicky was faint, but still visible.

 

With a smirk, Roy said, “Maybe Fullmetal has a story of his own to tell.”

 

“Huh?” the teen asked as he grabbed the pot of coffee.

 

Havoc leaned forward in the chair and gaped at Ed. “No way...” he breathed in shock.

 

“What?” Ed asked in confusion as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

 

“Oh come on, colonel, you're just trying to top Fuery now,” Breda laughed.

 

“Oh really?” Roy said with a smirk, then pointed at Ed's neck. “I'm suuuuure he got that from doing something like...” He turned to look at Ed, who was now scowling at him. “What did you say? Sparring with Al?”

 

Falman got up, walked over to Ed, and carefully inspected his neck before nodding. “That bruise was definitely made by something sucking on him,” he affirmed.

 

Ed's eyes widened and his face turned a bright red. “How can you tell?!” he squeaked.

 

“What!” Havoc exclaimed in disbelief, hurrying over to look at Ed's neck. There was a pause then the man walked back over to his chair and flopped down. “I do not believe this!! Even Ed is getting laid!!”

 

As the other men laughed, Roy glanced over to look at the embarrassed-looking alchemist. Ed's face was almost as red as that coat he was so fond of, and it was obvious he was completely humiliated to have his sexual activity brought out in the open.

 

Ed turned his gaze to Roy and met his eyes with a glare of pure rage. “I hate you...” Ed growled, then turned around and stalked out the door.

 

Roy chuckled and shook his head before leaving the break room and heading to his office. Ed didn't hate him, maybe some dislike, but hate was such a strong word. Besides, this was all just fun and games anyway, and Ed was definitely getting a good deal when it came to the festivities. Ed would get over a little teasing here and there.

 

Opening the door to his office Roy saw Hawkeye placing a few folders on his desk. “So you had a good time last night, huh?” he asked trying not to leer at her. He'd love to hear about that, though he doubted she would be as free with the details of her sex life as he was.

 

She turned and glanced at him with a bland stare before picking up one of the folders and holding it out to him. “I was told to tell you this needed to be addressed this morning,” she said smoothly, ignoring his question.

 

“Alright,” he said easily and set his coffee down on the desk before flipping disinterestedly through it. Suddenly something caught his eye, and he went back to the beginning and actually read through the documents rather than scanning them. He felt his heart sink a little at what he was reading. He could always deny the request, but he didn't have a legitimate excuse, and normally he'd approve it...

 

Sitting down in his chair, Roy read through the documents again, considering the pros and cons of either denying or approving the request. Finally, he looked up and blinked when he saw that Hawkeye was still in his office.

 

“You know what this says,” he said. It was a statement, not a question.

 

“Yes, sir,” she answered, then raised an eyebrow. “Would you like me to go find him?”

 

Sighing heavily, Roy closed the folder and tossed it on his desk. He stared unhappily at it for a moment, then said, “Yes, I think so...”

 

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

 

Ed kicked open the door and stalked into the office. “What?” he growled when he saw Mustang look up from something he was reading. If the fucker thought he was going to be treated with any sort of respect after the shit he pulled in the break room, he had another thing comin' to him.

 

“As eloquent as always,” Mustang said, then held a folder out for him to take.

 

Walking over, Ed snatched it and asked, “What's this?”

 

“A request from laboratory two,” Mustang said with a frown.

 

Ed raised an eyebrow, then opened the folder curiously and quickly scanned the documents. His eyes widened when he saw who and what department was making the request, then glanced up at Mustang.

 

“This has to be some sort of joke...” Ed said in disbelief. There was no way in fucking hell he was ever going to work with...

 

“I'm afraid not,” the colonel answered blandly.

 

“That's... that's ridiculous! That isn't even my field of study!” Ed exclaimed, then looked back at the request form. “And there is no way I can work with him!”

 

“It won't be forever,” Mustang said in a dismissive tone. “You'll be starting in a week. I expect you to report to me every evening before you go home.”

 

Ed glared at him. “Why?”

 

“I have my reasons,” Mustang said smoothly. “It's not for you to know the why, it's for you to do what you're ordered to do.”

 

“You know, you could just deny this request,” Ed spat and shook the folder at him.

 

“I could, but I'm not going to,” Mustang purred with a smirk.

 

“Why not?!” Ed snapped angrily, then said, “No, wait, don't answer that. Let me guess. You want to be a pain in my ass, right?”

 

To that, Mustang's smirk turned into a full grin. “Why, yes. How did you know?” Mustang said jovially.

 

Ed's mouth dropped in disbelief. “You bastard!” he breathed. “This is going to make my life miserable for the next few months, and you could prevent it, but instead you're going to let me suffer...”

 

“It's not going to be that bad, Ed,” Mustang said in a placating tone. “It will give you a chance to do something different for a while.”

 

“I don't want to do something different!” Ed yelled. “And I don't want to do this!”

 

When Mustang didn't say anything, Ed clenched his teeth together in rage, then stormed out of the office. It was just so damn unfair!! Working under Mustang was bad enough, but Ed could avoid him most of the time. Now he was going to have to talk to him every fucking day, and work with...

 

Slamming his hands against the door, Ed burst out of the building and started down the sidewalk. When he was a few blocks away, Ed plopped down onto a bench and stared angrily at the ground for a time before setting the folder down beside him and pulling the note out of his pocket.

 

What he really wanted right now was to simply blow off work and go get laid, but he had no way of contacting this guy and it would be a full week before he'd be with him again... Feeling a little sorry for himself, Ed read and reread the note over and over again. There was a place to meet, and two other things...

 

He was supposed to pick up a package from the post office on a specific day, and he was also supposed to come up with some word that meant `no'—really meant `no'. A `safeword'... Ed shook his head, feeling a little amused at the idea and also glad that the guy would think of something like that, then stuffed the note back in his pocket. He wasn't really sure what word he would come up with, but he still had a week to think about it.

 

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