Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Powers of Persuasion ❯ Chapter 1

Title: Powers of Persuasion

Author: Kitana

Warnings: NC-17, Roy/Ed, implied Elricest and Roy/Ed/Al. Ed tells Roy to take him on a date. After some banter, Roy decides that taking Ed on a date couldn't be that bad. I don't know how to justify this much — there's restored!Al somewhere in here, but… whatever. I've never written a full Roy/Ed before, so this is a first for me. Timeline? What timeline? XD Just enjoy the smut. Especially since I have no knowledge of restaurants in the 1900s. >.> Oh oh! I hope this didn't end up too nice or sweet for you, <lj user=foxkaiya>! And damnit, it took me two weeks and one night of staying up past 3AM to finish this. 5,671 words.

Writing Music: E-Rotic - Queen of Light

For: <lj user=foxkaiya>

 

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Colonel Roy Mustang was so used to Edward Elric storming his office, slamming the door, and then deciding to plop unceremoniously onto his couch that he rarely even bothered to look up immediately anymore.

 

Which is exactly why now, as Roy decided it was time to acknowledge the blonde, he was surprised. Though he didn't make the mistake of showing it. Edward was inches away from his face, palms planted firmly on the edges of the desk, with a new, never-before-seen, unreadable look on his face.

 

Roy crossed his legs as he leaned back in his chair, his hands taking up familiar residence in his lap. “To what do I owe this pleasure, Fullmetal?” He said, blinking his face of amused indifference into existence, though with the blonde that close, it would've been so easy to steal a kiss. Ahh, guilty pleasure, that.

 

“Take me on a date.”

 

Roy did a mental double take, eyes narrowing slightly in confusion. He looked at Ed, who hadn't moved one inch. Perhaps he needed his hearing checked. His last physical had been quite some time ago. Surely he couldn't have heard correctly — Fullmetal just didn't say things like that. No, he never said anything that might even hint at possible intimacy.

 

“Fullmetal, would you mind repeating that?”

 

Edward sighed, letting out a large puff of air as though it was labourious to even speak again. He knew this was going to be trouble the first time Alphonse mentioned it. “I said,” Ed began, standing up straight and folding his arms over his chest, “Take me on a date.”

 

There was a long pause before Roy nodded minutely, `hmm'ing slightly under his breath. Roy unthreaded his fingers, opting to lean against the armrest of his chair, and starting to feign interest in his fingernails, replied.

 

“No.”

 

Ed stared at the man in front of him incredulously. “Why the hell not!?”

 

“Why should I?” Roy answered smoothly, eyes still trained on his nails. It wasn't exactly what he had intended on saying in the first place, in fact, what he had really meant to say was somewhere along the lines of asking him who the hell put him up to it, why, and where were they so that the Colonel could verbally abuse them to tears.

 

Then a thought occurred to him: If Edward was going to offer, why not? It's not like anything could happen, and Ed was his subordinate. Officers ate, drank, and hung out with their superiors all the time.

 

Or at least, that's what Roy told himself would be his cover-up story. He'd wanted the oldest Elric for quite some time now, and for an even longer while, he'd told himself to give it up, because the boy hadn't even shown interest in sex with women, let alone sex with men.

 

Yet this turn of events definitely made it a good day for Roy. It was about damn time something good happened to him.

 

The blonde alchemist halted briefly before shrugging his shoulders. “That's fine, whatever.” He turned his back to Roy's desk, preparing to disappoint Al with the news that, sadly (particularly joyfully for Ed), Roy had no interest in men. Especially himself; and thus, there was no way Alphonse would ever manage to have both of them in the bed together some day.

 

This was fine by Ed. He didn't want to share his brother with anyone anyway. However, he was feeling a strange resistance. Ed tugged his arm, looking back, to see Roy's hand closed about his wrist and the man leaning over his desk — and stretched rather painful-looking at that.

 

“Wait.” Roy said suddenly, smoothly, letting go of Edward's wrist after being sure he had the boy's attention.

 

Ed shot Roy an irritated glance. Damn, there goes my excuse to Al… was what Ed thought.

 

“Yeah, what?” Is what Ed said.

 

The Colonel straightened himself, smiling that cryptic smile that only served to infuriate Ed, because he just knew the man was thinking something.

 

“When would you like to go on the date?”

 

Edward grinned despite himself; Alphonse would surely love this news, since it was his idea in the first place. “Tonight.”

 

“Fullmetal,” Roy began, fully intending to object. A date takes time to plan! …or, at least the kind Roy had in mind did.

 

“I know you can handle that.” Ed said, cutting Roy's complaint off at the head. “9 o'clock should be perfect.”

 

---

 

It made Edward happy to see his brother able to zoom around a room, picking out this and that and giving suggestions. It was hard to continue to be irritated by Al's request when he saw him like that. Ed lay back on his and Al's shared bed, yawning.

 

“So he really agreed to it, nii-san?” Al said after some time, poking Ed in the forehead. Edward shifted just a little so the younger Elric could sit, and then Ed shifted again back into his previous position, his head now cradled in Al's lap.

 

“Yeah.” Edward nodded as he spoke, just a bit drowsy. He tried to blink back sleepiness as Al's fingers tousled his hair, but he was failing miserably. “Are you sure you want me to do this? Seduce him, I mean.”

 

Ed didn't see Al roll his eyes. “Of course, Ed. I wouldn't suggest you do it otherwise.” Then Al grinned, not entirely innocently either. “I see the way he looks at you. And me. All the Colonel needs is a little prompting.”

 

“But Al,” the blonde said, stressing his brother's name, his sleepiness almost entirely dissipated.

 

“I'm sure you'll be fine, nii-san, trust me.”

 

Ed frowned. “It's not you I don't trust.”

 

Al shook his head, continuing to scratch Ed's scalp gently. It's always been hard to convince Ed to do anything, especially something regarding Roy. Al knew that the probability of his plan working was high, very high at best.

 

Edward was attracted to Roy almost just as much as he was to Alphonse.

 

He just didn't know it yet.

 

---

 

Edward paced around near the front door, waiting for it to strike nine. The cream shirt he wore was itchy, and the blue pants were pressed a little too stiffly. He'd have to thank Alphonse for the utter discomfort later, and not a happy thanks either.

 

If he knew Roy — and sometimes regrettably, he knew the man too well — the man had a knack for punctuality. Ed somewhat hoped that for some reason or other — Ed didn't really care what excuse came up — Roy would back out.

 

Ed stopped mid-stride at the knock at the door. Edward mentally cursed himself for his bad luck, and then on second thought, took it back. Any more curses and he was sure he'd have bad luck for the rest of his life.

 

Opening the door, Ed opened his mouth to chastise Roy on being late (for the hell of it, because really, the man wasn't late) only for the insult to stop dead at the tip of his tongue. Edward had never seen a black dress shirt and black slacks become so stunning on a person. The long jacket hanging on Roy's arm, coupled by the matching hat that tipped forward just enough so that the ends of Roy's bangs tickled his eyelashes, oh no. It didn't help much.

 

In fact, with as much navy as Roy wore, Ed couldn't have possibly known that black was actually more a fitting colour for Roy.

 

Roy cleared his throat and Ed felt a tinge of pink come to his cheeks, which he battled down fiercely. “Let's go.” He said as he closed the door behind himself, pushing past Roy only slightly enough to get by. He couldn't believe what he just thought!

 

Roy let a small smile come to his lips. If just his appearance alone could force Ed to blushing, it made him consider what other things could force Edward to do; and for what trouble it was worth, Roy decided, he may find himself lucky enough to be able to check another goal off of his long-term list.

 

Sliding into the backseat of the car, Ed sat rigidly and as far away from Roy as the car would allow. Roy directed the driver to where he wanted to go and sat back, content just to steal quick, occasional glances at the shorter boy.

 

Ed really did look cute, unconsciously pouting in the window the way he was.

 

---

 

The ride had annoyed Ed — Roy had been eerily, uncharacteristically, quiet. He expected the man to say something, anything, but no, just when Edward decided that it would've been a good thing for the bastard to open his mouth, the Colonel decided it best to stay silent and leave him to his contemplations.

 

As he stepped out of the car, Ed stared up at the restaurant's sign, the silver letters glittering against an inky dark background. The name of the restaurant sounded familiar in his mind, but foreign on his tongue, and when Edward finally attempted to say it, he ended up seeming a bit tongue-tied.

 

Leave it to Roy to pick something that seemed utterly unpronounceable.

 

“Well, are you going to stand there, Fullmetal, or are you going to accompany me in?” said Roy after some time, gesturing towards the door of the restaurant and holding his arm out as though Ed was supposed to take it.

 

Ed tore his eyes away from the sign at those words, fixing them instead upon Roy in preparation for a glare — and found himself battling away another rising flush.

 

Oh yes, the older Elric would definitely have many, many a word for his younger sibling. That is, as soon as he figured out exactly what he could say that wouldn't result in Alphonse chiming happily, `I told you so!'

 

“Bastard.” Edward muttered under his breath as he strode beside the taller man. They hadn't been together more than a half-hour, and Edward was already regretting being talked into this.

 

---

 

Picking random foods off of the menu had been easy, Ed noted, and it didn't leave him with even an inkling of guilt over whether it would take a huge chunk out of Roy's salary to pay for it or not. It surprised him that Roy didn't say anything; he didn't predictably fold his hands over in his lap and, with an amused expression, spout something along the lines of Edward needing to learn a bit of constraint.

 

“Fullmetal,” Roy said suddenly, bringing a napkin to his mouth. “You haven't said anything at all; is there a reason you asked me to bring you here, or do you just enjoy my company that much?”

 

Edward looked up from his plate, fork poised toward his mouth to take another bite. “Damnit, I do have a name!” he exclaimed, stuffing the fork into his mouth. “I'm not going to answer anymore until you say it.”

 

Roy chuckled at Ed's outburst, not at all put off by it. Again, it wasn't what he expected, but when it came to Edward, unpredictability was the boy's main asset. Even so, if Ed wanted to play that kind of game, so be it. Roy would play this game, see where it led. He hoped it may land Edward into his bed soon.

 

“All right then, Edward,” Roy said, putting a playfully mocking emphasis on Ed's name, “Will you answer my question now?”

 

Suddenly, Edward grinned. He understood where Al was coming from now; this night may not turn out to be as complete a disaster as he once thought.

 

“I asked because I think I like you, Roy.” Ed said softly, his grin fading. It was only loud enough for Roy to hear it.

 

And it wasn't exactly a lie, though Ed obstinately refused to acknowledge anything but. He just chalked his previous reactions up to the whole awkwardness of the situation.

 

Roy was silent for a moment after what he heard Ed say, and then he raised his hand to signal a waiter. Bustling over to him and smiling widely, the waiter asked him what else would he like.

 

“Actually, I was hoping that you would allow us to sample your best wine.” Roy stated.

 

The waiter nodded. “Of course, sir.”

 

After the waiter was gone, Ed stared at Roy blank faced. “I don't drink. I never have and never will.”

 

Roy only smirked and shook his head. “Ah, but Edward, you don't know what you'll do until you try it.”

 

Edward took that as a challenge, and decided that he would indeed try the wine. He felt slightly in over his head at this point, and he knew the effects of alcohol — everything from strength depending on the proof to the fact that it was known to greatly lower inhibitions as more was consumed.

 

When the wine was delivered, Roy poured Ed's glass first and directed him to slosh the wine in the glass around a bit. He then poured his own glass and did the same. Edward looked at his glass, then Roy's glass, then his own again.

 

“You have more than me.” He stated simply.

 

“Naturally,” Roy replied, sipping from the glass. “It would be unwise of me to give you an equal amount to mine, when you've never drank before.”

 

---

 

Roy watched with increasing amusement as a particularly lovely colour of rose bloomed in Ed's cheeks. The boy's eyes were lidded, and when he spoke, it was slow and carefully measured as though it took great effort to talk.

 

Roy kept the conversation light, asking simple, open-ended questions and then letting Ed slowly come around and pick and choose his answers. Roy drained the last of his glass, completely unaffected by the alcohol (perhaps, he thought, he should consider learning if there was a way to lower alcohol tolerance levels), before deciding to ask Edward if he was ready to go home.

 

Ed nodded slowly, though his words came out in a bit of a rush. “I want to go home with you.” Then Ed clasped a hand over his mouth, bewildered and confused. He wasn't that drunk, was he? Was he even drunk at all if he could question it?

 

Ed's mind was suddenly racing and he couldn't stop himself from panicking because oh fuck it wasn't supposed to even be like this in the first place. Ed's eyes shifted to look at Roy fully, who was asking for the price of the evening, and that's when it hit him like a train with the headlights bright and kicked up in high gear.

 

Roy was beautiful. Tall and dark against light and beautiful in more senses of the word than there really should be.

 

He was staring and he knew it, but Ed couldn't bring himself to remember his manners and stop. Roy hadn't stopped talking to the waiter yet, and Ed found himself attuned to every little movement the Colonel made, from the way he unconsciously drummed his fingers against the brim of his hat to the way his tongue periodically darted out to wet full lips. All this made Edward's pants tighten uncomfortably (not to mention, unfavourably in these surroundings), and Roy hadn't even laid a finger on him.

 

Edward's hearing was fuzzy at best as he was trying to sort through the sudden upsurge of emotion and realization, and everything faded to the background until he felt warm fingers tilting his chin upward and —

 

“Edward, it's time to go." Roy said, a smile of appreciation gracing his lips. Whatever Gods there were to thank, he was thanking them here and now for this reward to whatever good deed he'd managed to do.

 

Roy took Ed's hand and, with the other hand on the boy's hip, guided him swiftly through the doors of the restaurant and to the awaiting car. Ed shivered at Roy's brief touch, longing for more and not quite knowing why. Once he realized that he was in a car and moving, Ed scooted closer to Roy and leaned against him, the object of his sudden desire seeming like warmth personified against his flushed skin.

 

Roy grinned as he brushed stray strands of blonde hair away from Ed's face, tracing the curve of his cheek, pleased when Ed shifted to press closer.

 

---

 

The ride was over far quicker than Edward had wanted. The night air was cool and it refreshed him, but he still felt hot and his head still felt hazier than normal. The wave of longing that hit him earlier hadn't ebbed away either, and knowing that he was on the doorstep of Roy's home, stepping inside to bright lights, the easy comfortableness of stepping out of confining shoes, the sound of a closing door and strong arms embracing him — the wave came back, stealing his breath away just like Roy was now.

 

Roy's lips on his own were confusing, nerve-wracking, and Ed struggled to think, to fight, to remember why he was there but the taller man's lips were velvet and drowned him like a shallow pool that he didn't want to escape — surface — from. Something about it was so fundamentally different from Alphonse.

 

Roy released Ed's lips when the lack of sufficient air became unbearable. He looked down at the blonde, and Edward looked up, their eyes meeting and locking within that single space of time. Roy couldn't figure exactly what Ed's gaze meant — there were elements of haze, anxiety, and lust — and so he kissed him again.

 

Kissed him again, eyes open, senses open; Roy felt Ed's faint moan, felt him twist against him erotically, felt gloved hands and fingers clutch at his arms, and it told him everything he needed to know. Edward hadn't said a word, but Roy knew. Knew what Edward most likely wanted to do, wanted to say…

 

And actions spoke so much louder than mere words.

 

“R-Roy…” Edward said finally, his whisper laced with breathlessness. He stared at Roy, waiting for him to respond.

 

“Yes?”

 

“I… It… Roy.” Ed started. He tried, he really did try. He wanted to say to Roy that it wasn't supposed to go this far, that he didn't know if Al would want it happen like this, that this night, right here, that he just didn't know!

 

But it didn't come out that way, and somewhere in the back of his mind, Ed was damning his own confusion. Roy only smiled at Edward's attempt. His face, flushed, and his lips, kiss-reddened, said everything. Roy didn't know what was more amazing, Ed's expressiveness or his own ability to read it.

 

“Shh.” Was Roy's calming reply, and he pressed a thumb to Ed's lips to stop him. Roy never imagined that his first night with Ed would be like this — insecure, unsure, awkward, inebriated, and arousing all at the same time. It went back to that whole unpredictability bit.

 

Ed drew Roy's thumb into his mouth and nibbled it, pleased when the ebony-haired man let him do it. Roy withdrew his thumb before he walked backwards, bringing Ed with him, and let himself topple back onto a couch with Edward landing not-so-gracefully on top of him.

 

It had to be pure coincidence when Edward's lips and teeth collided with Roy's, and it brought a laugh out of the both of them, Roy's more deep and sensual, while Ed's was more like a drunken giggle. Seemed that Ed's buzz hadn't completely worn off after all.

 

After a bit of arranging into more comfortable positions, Ed leaned over, claiming Roy's lips for his own. Roy responded in fervor, one hand pulling Ed's head closer, the other pressed firmly into the small of Ed's back.

 

Edward found himself unfocused, craving more of Roy's tongue against his own and wondering why he'd never felt quite like this, willful and needy. He wondered briefly why he'd never felt so passive, but those thoughts derailed as Roy broke the kiss and forced Ed to sit up in his lap.

 

That's when Ed actually felt it, Roy hard and straining against dark pants. Ed rubbed against Roy, his own pants tightening in an area, and watched Roy's expression melt into heightened pleasure like warmed butter.

 

Ed discarded his gloves, pressing his hands flat against Roy's chest. He let his fingers travel to each button of Roy's shirt, popping them open slowly, purposefully, attempting to calm the strange coil of excitement and desire he felt in the pit of his stomach. Roy watched, a lazy smile gracing his lips, as Edward pushed his shirt aside and stared in open appreciation of his body.

 

“You know I get to do the same to you, Edward.” Roy stated.

 

Ed grinned. “Yeah, I know.”

 

Roy followed suit, opening each button slowly, though he let his fingers brush softly against each patch of revealed skin. Ed gasped; Roy's fingertips were so warm. Roy drew small circles over Ed's bare chest, tracing the firm planes and faint scars from constant battle. Roy then proceeded to rid the blonde of his shirt completely, sliding it down warm metal and even warmer flesh.

 

Divested of his shirt, Ed lay against Roy, pressing light kisses to his lips and neck, making his way down his chest. Roy let Ed have his way, his arms lying above his head, squirming a little as Ed's hair tickled the places that his kisses had already been.

 

It was strangely cramped on the couch, but Ed traveled down Roy's chest anyway, his lips barely brushing the pale skin. He came to Roy's navel and kissed there, looking up with a slightly startled-looking smile at Roy's pinking cheeks and as the man tried to hold back another laugh at both himself and Edward's expression.

 

“I'm ticklish there.” Was about the only thing Roy could manage to say.

 

The blonde only shook his head, directing his attention instead to the fasten of Roy's belt. Nimble fingers unbuckled the belt easily, and went on quickly to the next button in the way. Edward stilled as Roy's hand covered his own.

 

“Let's switch.” Roy said, answering the unspoken question in golden eyes. Ed groaned and then sighed softly as he moved from on top of Roy, one for having to move, the other for the sensation of his crotch brushing against Roy's long legs.

 

Dizzyingly fast in Edward's opinion, he found himself hitting the couch and Roy lips on his again. They were pressed chest to chest, groin to groin, and suddenly Ed was smothered by the taller man and all he could do was wrap his arms around Roy's neck, rock his hips against him and pull him closer because he realized, this was what he wanted more of.

 

Roy broke away from the kiss, opting instead to nip at Edward's neck, biting and leaving large red marks on tanned skin. Ed hummed a moan softly under his breath, and Roy had the pleasure of feeling the sound against his lips as he kissed the bruised areas.

 

Roy could feel Ed's erection against his stomach, and he couldn't help being tempted by the urge to hurry up, a flash of urgency whispering through his mind. Edward squirmed as Roy licked down his neck, and his breath left him in a hiss through clenched teeth when Roy bit down into soft flesh at the junction between neck and shoulder.

 

Roy lingered there for a bit, suckling, pleased by how Ed growled, trying to wriggle away, to rub himself against Roy, anything to relieve the building pressure in his groin — and Roy wouldn't let him. Though to be kind, he moved away from Ed's collarbone, pressing wet kisses down Ed's chest. He stopped abruptly, flashing Ed a devious grin, before latching on to a dusky pink nipple, his fingers idly stroking Ed's side.

 

Ed arched into Roy's touch, the lips and teeth on his nipple sending little pleasurable chills down his back. The blonde exhaled sharply as Roy nipped at his nipple painfully, before slowly lapping the pain away. It was maddening for him, being worked up like this, and he wished Roy would hurry up just a little, but when slender fingers brushed his hips at the waistband of his pants, Ed somehow lost the voice to say so.

 

When Roy finally looked up again, his smile was soft and warm and inviting. It was everything Ed recognized in Alphonse, and everything that made him think, rather blearily, that perhaps Al hadn't been entirely wrong.

 

Edward's thoughts had only wandered for a moment, but he was snapped back into the present by long finger undoing the button of his pants easily. Ed watched as Roy unzipped the small zipper, lifted his hips when he felt it was necessary, and the only barrier between them were his (soaked) undergarments and Roy's own pants.

 

There was a slight loss of heat when Roy stood, and with a look of come hither, he commanded Edward's full attention. Sitting up into a reclining position with his eyes trained on Roy, Ed was at a loss for a word that could properly describe the taller man at this point. Erotic just didn't cut it for him.

 

Roy grinned as he let his shirt slip slowly off of his shoulders, the dark fabric sliding down his arms and to the floor smooth as silk. Roy undid the button on his own pants so easily; it should've been a shame. With the belt and button undone, the pants were slung low on his hips, accentuating his toplessness.

 

In any normal situation, the silence in the room would have been a hot knife, cutting through the sexual tension like butter. In Edward's case, it was an appreciative, more or less awestruck sort of silence that made his cock jump and his face flush upon reflection.

 

At last, Ed found his voice.

 

“Roy,” he started, his eyes shining all hazy lust and fiery intent.

 

“Hold that thought, Edward,” Roy put up one finger quickly, before turning on a socked heel. Then he glanced over his shoulder, noting how Ed shifted continuously, trying to release some of that very same pressure without really doing so, and he suddenly had an evil idea. “And don't touch yourself.”

 

Ed stilled then blushed. Damn Roy and his teasing! Ed was ready and wanted to say so before something caused him to lose even that train of thought. He waited patiently, for the few seconds it took Roy to come back, eyeing the vial of clear liquid dangling carelessly from his fingertips.

 

Really, Roy was slow to a freaking fault and Ed said so, clearer than even he realized.

 

“Damnit, hurry up.”

 

Three words and Roy's smile was suddenly a devious smirk, and in one quick stride, Roy was over where Edward was, yanking him up off of the couch into a desperate, impassioned kiss and Ed's hands were at Roy's hips, starting the descent of his pants and a brief pang of sharp want hit Ed, Roy looking so delectable and all.

 

This pace was better, all feverish and hot and the way Edward liked it. Breaking the kiss, Roy dropped to his knees, bringing Ed with him easily and in the back of his mind, Roy noted that yes it was so much easier on the floor.

 

Ed's boxers slid off as easy as his pants did, and Roy smoothed his hands down Ed's tanned, firm thighs as an added effect. Ed then gasped as Roy placed an open-mouthed kiss at the head of his cock, kneading his thighs in the process; Roy's licks were light and teasing, sending minute shivers down Ed's spine. Propped up on his elbow, Ed tangled his flesh hand into Roy's ebony tresses, hoping that the older man would buy a clue and take him fully into his mouth.

 

No such luck.

 

Roy gazed steadily into Ed's eyes, taking in the raw, flickering desire that he induced. He dragged his tongue up the underside of the blonde's cock, toying with the soft skin of his shaft lazily, drinking in the sight of Ed as his head bent forward and the sound of a moan that bubbled up from well-kissed lips through quickened breaths.

 

Edward shuddered under Roy's ministrations, biting his lip to keep just a tiny bit of his composure left. His fingers flexed reflexively, urging Roy to do more, and he moaned in muddled frustration when Roy still didn't do what he wanted.

 

“Stop fucking teasing me, Mustang.” said Edward, finally able to sufficiently convince himself that he could speak without anymore incriminating noises bleeding through.

 

Roy licked the tip of Ed's member again, swiping away with his tongue the drop of moisture that had beaded there, feeling the boy shiver again. He figured that a quite a bit of Ed's bite had finally resurfaced, and thus he should speed up in his quest to render Edward incoherent. Roy had succeeded so far, and could smirk in triumph for getting this far later. He had been ignoring himself for too long anyway, and was relieved when Ed decided that the teasing had gone far enough.

 

“Very well, Edward,” Roy stated, Ed's fingers detangling from his hair as he pushed back onto his knees. “You're ready for the next step, I suppose…” and then he trailed off, feeling and reaching for the vial they had temporarily forgotten.

 

The older Elric lay back and spread his legs instinctively when Roy opened the vial, pouring some of the contents onto his fingers until they were wet and dripping suggestively. Roy opened his mouth to explain to Edward, when the boy nodded as if he read his mind and knew what he was going to say.

 

Edward smirked, feeling very much aware. “I'm ready, just do it.”

 

Interesting. Roy pressed one finger into Edward slowly, surprised that once his fingertip was in, the rest of his finger slipped in effortlessly. Roy moved his finger around before adding the second, looking up when Edward exhaled sharply and opened his legs just a tad wider.

 

He stopped for a moment to appreciate the sight of Edward, his hair falling around his flushed cheeks like a golden halo, a particularly blissful look on the boy's face. It made Roy's cock throb to consider how blissful an expression he could cause Edward to have, and so he continued stretching Ed open, his fingers thrusting, scissoring, and hooking inside the blonde.

 

Suddenly Ed moaned, pushing back on Roy's fingers. Ah, that was it. Roy pushed a third finger in and hooked them again, getting the same fevered moan from Ed. Roy continued for a moment, enjoying Ed's responses to his fingers, and working himself up in the process.

 

Finally he withdrew his fingers, satisfied that Ed was ready for him. Roy dripped more liquid into his hand, smoothing it over his cock abundantly, a sigh of pleasure escaping him. Roy crawled in between Ed's legs, lifting them to his waist, ignoring the cool press of Ed's automail leg as he hooked his legs.

 

Roy positioned himself, the tip of his cock barely touching Ed. In one fluid motion, Roy had slid completely inside of the blonde. Ed moaned strangely, his head falling to the side and his breathing erratic, and Roy stilled to let him adjust.

 

Ed licked his lips, shifting just a bit before locking eyes with Roy and nodding again. Roy took that as a sign that Ed was ready again. He pulled out and thrust in slow, searching. Roy repeated the motion several times, each one slightly different and faster.

 

Ed gripped Roy's upper arms, pulling and forcing the taller man to come forward. He pushed back against Roy, lifting himself as much as he could to reach Roy's lips. He slipped his tongue into Roy's mouth, kissing him deeply, his eyes widening as Roy thrust harder and it was right there and perfect all at the same time.

 

It was all slick heat and friction between the two of them with Roy's cock up Ed's ass, Ed's own erection trapped between their stomachs and their lips locked, breaking only to kiss again, swallowing each other's moans greedily. Roy kept hitting that spot inside of Ed and he shivered, golden eyes fixed on ebony, fiery pleasure racing to his groin and up to his mind and registering somewhere between `yes' and `don't stop'.

 

Roy released Ed's lips, thrusting harder, feeling Ed progressively clench tighter around him, and watching Edward's expressions melt and blend into bliss with each thrust — it was quickly becoming more than Roy could take.

 

Ed was shuddering uncontrollably now, a string of words Roy couldn't make out pouring from the boy's lips, whispered so hotly and seeming so wanton and Roy knew that that voice was going to drive him over the edge.

 

Edward arched into Roy's thrust and that was it, he could feel his body tightening and knew he was bruising Roy's arm something painful but it didn't matter, because suddenly the world was nothing but fire burning his nerve endings and glass shattering over and over in his mind. His own moan was a dull roar in his ears.

 

Roy felt Ed tighten around him and he drove into that moist heat, pulling his absolution from the lithe body beneath him, spilling himself, warm and vibrant, inside of Ed.

 

Roy breathed heavily for a moment, before pulling out of Ed and lying beside him on the floor. Ed swiped his palm over his forehead, turning his head to look at Roy, flushed and sated. Roy quirked an eyebrow lazily at Ed, and smiled.

 

Ed grinned, then smiled, and then what the hell he couldn't stop the laughter that rose in his chest. It was contagious and Roy laughed too, and it was the easiest, most relaxed thing that either of them had ever done in each other's presence.

 

It took Edward a moment to breathe, but once he regained his breath, he thumped his head against the floor.

 

“Now, how the hell do we explain this tomorrow?”

 

~Owari~