Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Clean Up Duty ❯ Collateral Damage ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Alchemist One Shot:
Roy/Ed pairing. That means Yaoi, boy love… don’t like. Don’t read.
I don’t own FullMetal Alchemist, don’t make any money from it and don’t expect any fame from it.

So without further ado…
A nice and cheesy one shot of Roy/Ed. PWP. Go figure.

So… without further ado, my first FMA one-shot.

Enjoy!

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“Kab oom!”

Pieces of concrete and dust flew in the air, as the ground shuddered around them. A lone figure could be seen moving through the clouds of dust. Advancing on the creator of the mayhem. Fingers raised, pointed in the direction of moving target.

“Kaboom!”

Another wall created, another wall blown apart. The alchemist, with grim determination set his gaze on his quarry and kept advancing.

“Kaboom!”

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“Want to bet, somebody burned the toast this morning?” Havoc snickered

“I’m betting it’s more than burned toast.” Falman replied

The others gathered around to watch the show unfold, shook their head collectively. “Think there will be anything left when they’re done?” Fuery said creeping forward to watch the debacle.

“Hawkeye?” Breda turned toward her, “You going to stop them?” he asked as another explosion shook the grounds.

“Stop them?” she snorted “I wouldn’t begin to. I’m looking forward to them on clean up duty. If I shot either one of them, they’d weasel their way out of it.”

The rest of the group laughed collectively. Knowing just how right she was. None of them had any inkling to what had started the battle between the two this time. It was unusual for the two of them to make it such a rigorous battle anymore. They usually opted for trading insults and the occasional thrown item. The fact that they were battling it out, through the complex and had moved into the parade grounds, leaving a path of destruction behind them, meant Mustang had somehow managed to truly piss his lover off.

“So, anyone want to take bets on what Mustang did this time?” Havoc asked

“Why are you so sure it was Mustang?” Hawkeye quirked her eyebrow at them. While she knew Edward didn’t go after Roy without serious provocation, she still felt the need to defend her superior officer.

Her answer was a collective snort.

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“Damn it FullMetal!” Mustang roared as another stone spire came his way. Snapping his fingers, he turned it to dust.

“Fuck you Mustang!” FullMetal shouted over the din they were creating. “Just fuck you!”

“Look, FullMetal, calm down and we can discuss this like civilized adults.” He bellowed back at the retreating figure as yet again, the ground welled up and came toward him. Snapping his fingers again, he blasted through the momentary barrier.

“I’m not your bitch Mustang, you can forget discussing this!” FullMetal shouted as he dropped his hands to the ground again, spears of concrete shooting out in front of him.

“I never said you were.” Mustang sighed quietly. He knew his lover was in a rage, he knew he was to begin with and for the life of him, couldn’t figure out why he simply hadn’t kept his mouth shut.

Striding forward, he decided he needed to end this before the entire Military complex was destroyed. Raising both hands, Mustang snapped simultaneously, creating a series of explosions behind the ranting FullMetal. Watching closely, as the ground behind his lover shifted to pitch him forward, toward him.

“What the fuck!” FullMetal cried as the ground twisted and exploded behind him. Dropping his head he tucked as the ground surged forward to land him within arms reach of Mustang.

Fuehrer Mustang reached out and grasped the flesh arm of his lover, jerking him up against him. “Now, settle down and discuss this with me.” he growled, his lips ghosting over the ear of the enraged Alchemist.

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The morning had started out innocently enough. Roy Mustang had wandered out of his shared shower, to find Edward bent over the bed, straightening the covers of their shared bed.

Stopping in the doorway, Roy had a momentary hitch in his breathing as he was greeted by the sight of his naked lover, bent forward, hair still damp, trailing over his back. Slipping up behind his long time companion and confidant, he slid his hands down Edward’s back and leaned forward, trailing his lips across the smooth skin.

“Hmmmmmmm. Morning Roy.” soft words uttered in greeting as Edward’s body shivered under the wandering hands of his lover.

“Yes, a good morning it is.” he whispered back. Flicking his tongue over the edge of Edward’s ear, pressing himself along the naked back in front of him. Knowing he should be dressing for work, knowing that he should be making breakfast, knowing that there were a myriad of other things he should be doing, Roy simply didn’t give a damn. He had a warm, soft, naked Edward in front of him, pinned between him and the edge of the bed.

He wasn’t about to let it go to waste. Stretching his arms forward and reaching around between Edward and the high bed they shared, he slipped his hand down Edward’s stomach, trailing his fingers through the soft curls until he lightly gripped the awakening arousal. Smirking slightly as he felt a tremor course through the body in front of him.

“Roy, don’t start something you’re not finishing this morning.” Edward groaned, shifting his weight backward into Roy’s stomach and feeling the press of hardened flesh against his back.

“Oh, I have every intention of finishing this.” Roy murmured into his ear. Nipping lightly at the skin along the back of Edward’s neck, Roy’s hands began a perusal of the skin along the hard hips under him. Sliding his hands back and forth along the juncture of hip and thigh. Feeling the press of skin and steel against his legs as he slid his legs in between Edward’s. Lightly kicking the legs further apart, until they were spread just enough to push him forward, onto the bed, without stooping.

Edward groaned as he felt the weight of his lover bear down on his back, pushing him forward into the soft bed, knees pushing against the bottom of the box springs as his torso was firmly pushed into the yielding bed. He could feel his erection grind against the soft coverlet as Roy shifted he weight forward. Edward knew he was reaching for something, something just out of his reach.

Reaching forward, Roy stretched his fingers, snagging the bottle of oil off the side table. Snorting in a sense of achievement, he pulled back slightly, running his tongue up and down the spine in front of him. Flipping the top off the oil, Roy tilted it to the side, allowing a small portion of oil to run into his hand. Curling his fist and sliding his fingers through the oil in his hand, Roy slid his hand between their bodies.

Years of being together had not softened the anticipation every time he found himself, with Ed under him, shifting and groaning. Roy maneuvered his fingers between the cleft, slipping a wet finger in between his cheeks, probing for entrance. As his first digit slipped slowly into the hot passage, he could feel his partner wiggle beneath him, seeking more from the figure looming over his back.

“Damn, Roy” Edward breathed out in a sigh of bliss. Shifting his weight to his heels he shifted backwards, pushing against the hand at his back as another digit slipped in. He groaned as Roy shifted his fingers up, probing, searching and trailing over his prostate. “Fuck!”

“Oh, don’t worry, love, I have every intention of.” Roy groaned into his back, feeling his lover push against his hand and writhe underneath him. Sinking his teeth into Edward’s neck and nipping lightly, moving toward the back of his shoulder, where steel met flesh. Licking and biting, he pushed his finger’s deeper, seeking a response from the man under him.

When he heard Edward growl and felt him jerk against his hand, Roy slipped his fingers from him. Reaching again between their bodies, he slowly shifted his hands to his own throbbing erection, pulling gently, coating himself. He locked his knees in the back of Edward’s thighs, slowly pushing forward.

Edward groaned as he felt Roy push gently into him. He wanted to thrust backwards, the knees firmly planted in the back of his thighs preventing him from pushing to far. “Damn it Roy!” he groaned. “Stop teasing me!”

Chuckling over him, Roy shifted his weight all the way forward, pushing in to the hilt, to rest inside Edward. Groaning as the sensations overtook him, he paused, breathing deeply. Feeling the muscles contract around him, he began to shift his weight back and forth, rocking gently in and out of Edward. Pulling back, just enough to shift his weight to his toes, Roy began to pick up the pace, pushing into the warm body beneath him, feeling his breath hitch as he picked up the pace.

Edward grunted in response, as he felt the tempo change, rocking back on his heels he met each thrust with one of his own. Flesh and steel fingers curling into the blankets and pulling as his breath left him. He could feel the well within him, he could feel it creep into his balls as they tightened up against him, feeling the heat of thighs slapping the back of his own as each movement pushed both of them closer.

Roy felt himself begin to tighten, Edward cursing and swearing at him, muffled as he twisted his head back and forth on the bed, writhing, pressing his erection against the mattress. Pulling his fingers tighter into Edward’s hip as he slammed his weight forward, pushing him into the bed, again. He pulled back, gripping the hip hard, not caring whether he left bruises, intent on the pleasure of himself and his lover. Roy reached around with his other hand, already slick, he grasped Edward’s erection. Feeling the pulse of his lover as he gripped him tightly and began to move his hand up and down.

“Ah! Fuck!” Edward ground out, thrusting into the hand holding him and pulling back to thrust against the man buried deep in him. His skin crawled as his balls tightened. His breath coming in short pants as he grunted out obscenities and pleas.

“Fuck! Edward!” Roy called out from above him, hand jerking against the hip he was holding tightly as his hand twitched and he ground his hips against the hot ass in front of him. Jerking the other hand back once and again, he felt Edward erupt in his hand as he roared and buried himself to the hilt, feeling his orgasm course through him.

Dropping forward, he licked and kissed the neck under him. “Damn baby” he groaned, leaning forward to lay fully against the heat between him and the bed.

Edward groaned, sinking into the bed, gasping for breath. “Shit, Roy, you’re awfully happy this morning.”

Chuckling, Roy kissed the cheek turned toward him. “It’s all about you.” he sighed.

Pushing back, Edward managed to get his feet under him, grunting as Roy slid out of him.

“Coffee, Work” Edward grunted, wandering down the hallway still unclothed.

Roy chuckled and headed toward the bathroom in search of a washcloth left over from this mornings shower. Pulling one off the rack, he headed back down the hallway in search of his wayward lover.

Edward was standing in front of the kitchen sink, staring out into their yard with a blank look on his face. Coffee mug in one hand and toast in the other. He just grunted when Roy slipped the wash cloth down the front of him and tossed it on the counter.

Shaking his head, Edward shot Roy a glare. “Damn Roy! That’s just disgusting” he said, reaching out to snatch the washcloth off the counter. “We fucking fix food there!”

Snorting as he poured himself another cup of coffee, he grinned at him. “There’s nothing on that washcloth you wouldn’t put in your mouth!” he snickered and moved out of the way as Edward stomped down the hall to toss the washcloth back into the bathroom.

Veering toward the bedroom, he headed toward the closet to pull out two sets of clothing. Hangers slung over his shoulder, he reached out with his other hand to straighten the bedding that was now a rumpled disaster.

Wandering back in behind Edward, Roy smirked as he watched his lover place their clothing on the bed and head toward the dresser in search of socks and undergarments.

“You know, all domestic like this, maybe you should retire your commission and become a stay at home wife.” Roy chuckled behind him.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean, bastard?” Edward swung around, shooting daggers at him. “I’m no fucking wife!”

“Let’s look at it logically” he said, shrugging into his undershirt. Oblivious after all these years that he was treading on very thin ice.

“You clean, you can’t stand it when I make a mess, you fuss around the house straightening this and that, chasing after me, telling me what kind of disaster I leave in my wake…” he trailed off as a fist came from the right, catching the edge of his jaw.

“Damn it! Edward! Have you lost your frigging mind?” Roy slipped backwards, buttoning his pants. “What the hell!” he said, ducking to avoid another blow aimed at his face.

“I’m not a fucking wife, you bastard! Get that through your thick skull!” Edward growled as he stomped out of the bedroom.

Roy finished dressing and followed after the irate figure that was pacing the kitchen. Deciding to leave well enough alone, he pulled a sweet roll out of the covered plate on the kitchen counter. He held it out for Edward to take the first bite. An age old ritual for them.

Edward glared at him, but bit a chunk out of the sweet roll proffered. Grunting, he took another swallow of his coffee before rinsing the cup and setting it upside down in the sink. Moving away to gather their coats and briefcases.

It would have ended there. Should have. If Roy had been able to keep his damn mouth shut.

However, later that day; in a moment of weakness, when he saw Edward yawning, he didn’t stop to think.

“You know, if you just chose to be a stay at home wife, you could be napping right now.” He smirked.

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“I’m simply saying, that you don’t have to continue to be a dog of the Military. Don’t feel obligated to keep your commission.” Roy sighed. Grateful that Edward had tired himself out.

“Who’s going to keep your ass out of trouble, if I’m at home?” Edward grunted.

“Hawkeye did a fine job of it, when you were out traipsing around the countryside.” Roy replied.

“Yes and I’ll bet she’s tired as hell of it.”

“Nah, she likes it, it gives her motivation to keep me in line.” Roy smirked.

“Don’t think you’re going to get rid of me that easily.” Edward said. Turning his head to survey their collective damage, he sighed.

“This is how it all started in the first place, isn’t it?” Edward grinned.

Roy turned his head to look at his lover, remembering that fateful day when Edward saw clearly, the one flaw in his carefully constructed armor. A different time, a different Fuehrer, a different battle ground, the result the same. A mess, of their own creation, waiting for them.

Looking toward the others, standing along the side of the parade grounds, the Fuehrer and his lover looked at each other sheepishly.

“Guess we’re cleaning this mess up, huh?” Mustang groaned.

“I guess we are.” Edward replied, laying his head on Roy’s shoulder.