Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Secret Arrangements ❯ Equivalent Exchange ( Chapter 4 )

 

 

Secret Arrangements

 

Chapter Four

 

 

 

Equivalent Exchange

 

 

 

When Roy got to his apartment he found the door locked. Unwilling to believe he had beaten the two brothers there, the colonel banged on the door. When no answer came, he pounded again and yelled, “Edward! Alphonse! Open this damn door right now before I…”

 

But he never got the chance to finish because his neighbor, an old crone of a woman, stuck her head out of her door way and screamed, “Shut up! Can't you see I'm an old woman? I need my beauty rest!”

 

Roy turned and growled, “I think you're going to need a whole fucking shit load of sleep then, you old bitch!”

 

“You'd better just shut your trap young man!”

 

Glowering, the Flame Alchemist stalked menacingly toward the woman. “You know, if it's sleep you need, I can help you with that...” he hissed.

 

The old woman's eyes widened before she pulled her head in like a turtle and slammed the door.

 

Too bad… He'd put up with the old cunt as a neighbor for too long.

 

He turned when he heard laughter behind him and saw his blond subordinate leaning against the doorframe, watching him with an amused look on his face.

 

“Seriously, how the hell do people put up with you?” the teen asked.

 

“Shut up,” Roy growled, then walked over to the blond. Grabbing Ed by the shirt, the colonel pulled the boy into the dark apartment and slammed him up against a wall; kissing him roughly while kicking the door closed with his foot.

 

The kiss was sloppy and violent, each of them trying to take control. Roy felt the teen reach down and fondle him through his military pants.

 

“Off,” Ed panted as he began unbuttoning Roy's uniform between the kisses. The dark haired man shrugged off his trench coat, then grabbed the blond's chin, forcing the shorter alchemist to look at him.

 

“Where's your brother?” he asked suspiciously.

 

Ed pulled his head away and said simply, “He'll be here.”

 

The blond pulled off Roy's military jacket, then began on the man's pants. For his part, the colonel was deftly unbuckling Ed's belt and pulling the boy's pants down.

 

When Ed tried to pull his foot free from one of his boots, he tripped on his pants and fell to the floor.

 

Roy stood over the boy, looking down at the other alchemist as he tugged off his boots, pants and boxers, and tossed them aside. When Ed looked up, the colonel could see undisguised lust radiating from the teen's eyes.

 

Taking off his black jacket and tossing it aside, the blond scooted back on the floor until he was in the middle of the dimly lit room, then laid on his back. Roy walked forward, grinning as Ed reached down and began touching himself. “Come on…” the boy urged.

 

“Where's the lube?” Roy asked, eager to sodomize the boy for the second time that day.

 

“Al has it…” Ed said and moaned as he stroked himself. “I know you have some with you. Just get that.”

 

Roy walked back to his trench coat and dug around in the pockets until he found the small travel sized bottle of lube he always carried with him.

 

Never know when the opportunity will present itself.

 

The colonel pulled his pants down to his ankles, not bothering with removing them completely. He didn't want to bother with taking off his shoes. Roy knelt, pushing Ed's legs up so they rested on his shoulders. The cool automail of the boy's artificial leg touched his face and he was suddenly glad he still had his shirt on.

 

Roy squeezed a generous amount of the thick gel in his palm then rubbed it over his hard erection before inserting a slick finger into the shorter alchemist. The boy wasn't as tight as normal, and Roy figured that was to be expected since he'd just screwed his subordinate a little less than an hour ago.

 

The dark haired man plunged another finger in with the first and a soft, “aaahh” came from the prostrate boy beneath him. Grinning, Roy said, “Beg me not to fuck you.”

 

“No!” Ed gasped as Roy slid in a third finger. “No. I already played your game today. Just do me before Al gets here.”

 

The dark haired man considered trying to get the boy to do what he wanted, but in the end decided to let the teen have his way. After all, there was sure to be much more excitement later. Pulling his fingers out from the boy, Roy wiped them on Ed's tanktop.

 

“Bastard!” Ed swore and smacked the man's hand away.

 

Roy grunted and moved his erection so that the tip was touching Ed's opening. “Are you ready?” he asked.

 

“Just do it!” the young man hissed.

 

With the blond's permission, Roy pushed and felt the tight welcoming sensation, which he loved so much, wrap around him. He could hear Ed's erratic breathing beneath him and could feel it as the boy's muscles tightened.

 

“Wait!” Ed gasped.

 

Roy stopped.

 

As much as he wanted to keep going, he knew he should wait. Even after all this time, Ed couldn't take him without Roy having to stop at least once; sometimes it was more than once. The waiting was frustrating, and he just wanted to pound into the boy with reckless abandon, but he didn't.

 

Roy really was a heartless bastard, but he knew if he ever hurt his little boy toy, that would be the end of their pleasurable get-togethers.

 

So he waited until Ed relaxed before continuing. When he'd completely sheathed himself inside the boy, Roy felt a hand, which was definitely not Edward's, touch his ass. The colonel jerked, as if to look behind him, but Ed, his legs still on the man's shoulders, squeezed the man's neck with his lower legs and pulled the man's upper body down a bit. The result of that movement was that his rear stuck up even more.

 

“Don't worry,” Ed whispered, “it's only Al.”

 

Al?

 

A moment later Roy felt a slick finger enter him and he gasped, “What the hell?”

 

“What's wrong?” Ed sneered. “This is just equivalent exchange.”

 

“Like hell,” Roy growled. “I've never fucked him up the ass.”

 

“But you will.” The blond answered and bucked his hips against his superior officer's. “I know you planned on it. Don't try to deny it.”

 

What the boy said was true, so Roy stayed silent.

 

The colonel felt another finger slip into him and he moaned at the sensation. Roy wasn't usually one to be on the bottom, he much more enjoyed doing the fucking than being fucked, but he knew how to enjoy it when it happened. Hell, he even owned a couple of anal toys that he sometimes used while beating off.

 

“I want my turn too,” Ed said.

 

Roy smirked. “I don't think you'll get much out of it. There are a couple of stray cats around here that might be more your size…” He stopped when the squeezing from Ed's legs on his neck became too tight.

 

“Al, forget the lube. Fuck him dry,” Ed said flatly.

 

Roy tensed, then remembered that this was Alphonse. He wouldn't do something like that. Sure enough, the mild mannered boy added a third finger and said, “Brother… that's not very nice…”

 

There was a moment of silence before Ed said, “Didn't you hear him Al? He wants me to go out and screw poor, defenseless kitties…”

 

The stretching movement of the sandy haired teen's fingers stopped, then pulled out. “I think you've had enough stretching.” Al said in a less friendly tone than usual.

 

“You little shit!” Roy hissed, but Ed only smirked and bucked his hips again.

 

The colonel snaked one hand between them and wrapped it around Ed's erection, then thrust hard, making the boy gasp with the pleasure. It was then that Roy felt the tip of Al's cock touch his opening. Silently cursing the small blond teen, he hoped Alphonse wouldn't take the kitty remark to heart. He forced his body to relax as the younger boy pushed into him, and sighed in relief when he realized the teen had used more lube.

 

Roy was breathing hard now and a drop of sweat trickled down the side of his face. The intrusion in his ass was a bit painful; it had been a while since anyone took him from behind. Ed bucked his hips again, starting into a rhythm, and Roy returned the gesture with a gasp. Oh yes…it had been far too long since anyone had fucked his ass, and with the pain fading, the sensation from behind and the pleasure from thrusting into his blond subordinate made his mouth go slack from the double stimulation.

 

Moans, grunts and heavy breathing filled the air as each of them worked to reach a climax. Al was the first to succumb to the pleasure, which really wasn't surprising given that it was his first time going in the out door. Roy felt the younger teen's fingers bite into his skin as he held tightly to Roy while pushing in hard and deep. The boy, came with a loud, “aaaahh!”, then practically slumped over Roy's back.

 

The additional weight didn't faze him though, given that he was near climax himself. Within moments, the blond teen beneath him began moaning, “oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck” before cuming hard. Wet stickiness squirted onto Roy's chest, but he paid it no mind. Ed's eyes squeezed shut, and beads of sweat trickled down his skin. The short teen grunted each time Roy thrust into him. Then suddenly Roy reached his peak. The dark haired man thrust deeply into the tight cavity of Ed's body, then let his body go limp.

 

For a moment there was no sound but the gasping breaths of the three alchemists, then Ed grunted, “Get the hell off of me!”

 

Roy felt the weight lift from his body as the younger of the two Elrics removed himself from the pile. Slowly, Roy backed up and let Ed's legs down from his shoulders.

 

“I get you next,” the short alchemist declared.

 

“I don't recall ever saying you could,” Roy answered back. Alphonse was okay, his size was fine. Edward's however…despite all the teasing, Ed's cock was actually one massive mother fucker, and truthfully, Roy hadn't ever taken something up the ass that was that big.

 

One of the main reasons he'd never let the teen do him before.

 

How someone of Ed's height got a prick that size…well, Roy supposed it had to be some sort of equivalent exchange…

 

He stood and pulled up his pants before helping the blond teen up. As much as he wanted to see the two brothers going at it, Roy wanted to save his ass more. Grabbing the two boys by the backs of their necks, he led them to the door.

 

“What are you doing?” Ed yelped in surprise, but the dark haired man only yanked the door open and pushed the two brothers out into the hall.

 

“Well boys it was fun, but I'm getting old and I need my rest. Night.” And with that, he slammed the door shut.

 

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

 

Al stared at the door in shock for a moment before a growling sound made him look over at his brother.

 

“You fucking bastard! Open this damn door right now before I bust it down, you…”

 

“Brother…” Al said timidly, but his brother only continued with his rant.

 

The sandy haired teen sighed and looked Ed up and down. The blond was flushed from their recent activities. Given that Ed had nothing else on but his black tank top, Al could see milky white liquid oozing down his brother's legs from his rear. There were also wet stains on the front of the black tank top from Ed's own cum.

 

Suddenly a shrill voice cut through Ed's ranting. “Shut up! I'm trying to sleep you little punks!”

 

Al blinked at the old woman whose head was sticking out into the hallway. She glared at them for a moment then yelled, “That damned Mustang! He gets kinkier all the time! Get some clothes on for heaven's sake! You're dripping baby ingredients all over the damn floor!” And with that she pulled her head in and slammed the door.

 

For a moment they both stared at the door, then Ed turned to Al, looked him up and down, and said, “Give me your clothes.”

 

“What!” Al exclaimed.

 

“Come on, hand them over. I'm not leaving here like this,” the blond gestured with his automail hand.

 

“No way! I'm not going outside without any clothes on!” The younger alchemist shouted and wrapped his arms protectively around himself.

 

“Fine, just give me your shirt then, it should be long enough to cover me a bit,” Ed growled.

 

Al thought about it for a moment before pulling off his already unbuttoned shirt and giving it to his brother. Ed grunted and hung it on the door knob, then took off his tank top and used it to clean the body fluids off himself. Exchanging the soiled tank top for Al's white button up shirt, Ed pulled the shirt on, buttoned it up, then glared at the door.

 

“That fucker is going to pay for this…” Ed growled, then said, “Let's go.”

 

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Okay, I know Ed could have just used Alchemy to open the door, but my thinking on this is that Mustang might have already thought of that and drawn some sort of array on the other side of the door to prevent that from happening. But anyway, let's not get too technical for this story. Just enjoy the smut.

 

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