Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Don't ❯ Chapter 1

Don't

 

 

Don't ask me any more questions. Just do it.

 

“Was he?”

 

Don't stop! Just put your mouth on me, again. Oh… like that. Yeah. Up and down. Put it all in your mouth. You do that so good… Put that mouth to good use, for once, Lieutenant Colonel Asshole. It's the only thing you're good for, anyway.

 

“Well?”

 

“Don't stop.” Maybe I grab you by the ears I can make you.

 

“Was he good, Full Metal?”

 

I can feel your breath on my skin when you talk. But, I don't want words. Don't make me think. Just… make me forget everything for a minute, again.

 

“Tell me.”

 

I hate you. The way you kneel down between my legs and talk, with my cock dribbling for more. The way you watch me, the way you make me admit to more than I want to.

 

It should just be about getting off. And still, even now, even when we do things to each other no one should know about, you want to ask me questions.

 

Well, fuck you, Lieutenant Colonel CockSucker. You asked for it.

 

“He was good.” And it's true. “It was like he'd done it, before.” And it was. “I did all the same things to him, that you do to me.”

 

“Really?” That shocked you, Lieutenant Colonel Shit Head, huh?

 

“Yeah, really.” I want to smack your face with my cock. Get a clue. It's a challenge, idiot. “Keep going.”

 

“So you fucked him?”

 

“Quit smiling and start sucking.”

 

“You did…” Don't you dare get up. No. Don't you dare…

 

“What are you doing?” This is bullshit. “Listen. I don't know what you think we're doing here. But, I am here to get fucked…” What are you doing? Why are you bending over like… “And I don't appreciate the jealous bullshit routine, you arrogant…”

 

Man, you… You bend over, just like him. Like you were there! You run your finger over the crack of your ass and I…

 

I'm already there.

 

“Skip the foreplay,” you say. “Just show me what you did to him…”

 

I look in the mirror- only you would have one in your office- and watch myself. I'm staring into my eyes, like I'm a stranger, another person, when I push myself inside of you. So tight…

 

Who is laughing? Is that grunting? The smack and sweat, the tight feel when I pound. Over and over. I want to come so hard that I can't fit back inside myself anymore.

 

Just forget. Forget. Let myself go in the taste and feel of what I shouldn't have. He was the same, I remember. The same as me. He wanted to forget, too.

 

Then you see me, in the mirror. “Don't look at me.” I try to push your face back into the desk. But, you won't. “Fucker- I said don't.” Maybe twisting around and fucking you sideways. Maybe smacking your ass. “Stupid. You wanna know what it was like?” I smack and smack. “You wanna know?” I can't control you, though. “You wanna know?”

 

You just keep watching.

 

Watching.

 

Like you are watching me with him.

 

“Tell me…”

 

“He was good.” Like that. Yeah. He squirmed when I lunged deep, too.

 

“Like how?”

 

“You want to know?”

 

“Damnit, Full Metal…”

 

I can't think. I just feel. It's an ocean and I'm riding the tide. Not controlling it.

 

“Tell me, you sick… slut.”

 

The wave rolls in my body when I jerk you off the desk. The places in my body. The places I have to go to, just to come.

 

“Like…”

 

Kill me. Own me. Make me come, forever.

 

“Like that?” You ask, soon after.

 

“Clean the spunk off your face.” I can't even look you in the eye. What are you doing with me, anyway, when you get pussy all the same? What are you doing, diddling with some kid? Even if I'm a State Alchemist. Even if…

 

I got to go. It's time to go, when I start thinking about things, again.

 

“Well, was it like that, Full Metal?”

 

I almost made it to the door. Damnit. “Listen,” I'll say it slowly and use small words so you can hear me over your ego. “It's not a competition. It was just different.”

 

“Different, how?”

 

I look in your mirror, and I can see you. Yes I can. You fucking egotistical pervert. You're jerking off- no surprise since just letting you touch me is gross enough, and I'll be damned if getting you off is ever important to me.

 

“I guess you think I'm going to tell you about Russell.” Typical.

 

“Did you like it, too?”

 

“No. I don't like coming. It's terrible.” I'm out of here. You're just a waste of my time, now that I'm done with you. “Is that all, sir?”

 

“Did you like it better?”

 

Damnit. My hand's on the doorknob. You put your finger on it, didn't you?

 

Because it was.

 

Because we are two kids, and you're an adult.

 

Because I don't want to talk with you, and I could talk to him or hours.

 

Because he asked me for everything.

 

Because you never did.

 

Because.

 

Because.

 

Because.

 

What was different, now? Oh, no. I don't want the answer. Not now. Not when you're about to blow your load, like the pervert freak I know you really are. Old man, sicko, child molester. I don't want to know.

 

And I can't help it. I look in the mirror, because I'm to scared to let you see me turn around. It doesn't matter. You are looking in the mirror, back at me, anyway.

 

And you come when I see you.

 

“Bastard.” I slam the door and run down the hall, break out of the building and tear down the square.

 

“You bastard!” I scream at the sky. People stare, and I don't care.

 

I don't ever want to see you come, again.