Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ The First Time or Gotta Catch me First ❯ The First Time or Gotta Catch me First ( One-Shot )

The First Time or Gotta Catch me First

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist; I'm just borrowing the characters of Hiromu Arakawa for a little while.

Warnings: This is a YAOI fanfiction, graphic sex between two MALES. If you don't like that sort of thing, don't read it. Also, they seem a bit OCC to me but you decide

Description: As the title suggests, this is the First Time Russell Tringham and Edward Elric get together. This is a one-shot and takes place before the other one-shot I have kicking around here called `A bed, a ______and a lot of lube.'

 

“Who you callin' so short he can drown in a raindrop?” shouts the golden-haired young man in aggravation. Russell Tringham, Xenotime's plant alchemist stares down at Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist in amusement. Russell fooled an entire town into thinking he was Edward Elric for quite sometime. As soon as he was getting close to completing a Red Stone though, the real Ed showed up and exposed him for who he really was. Not that the people of Xenotime cared too much. They had grown attached to the two plant alchemists and relished in their alchemic abilities.

Golden eyes stare into Russell's blue-violet ones and he flicks the forelock of hair perpetually hanging in his face, only to have it flop back into his eye. He grins down at the annoyed state alchemist, who had been ranting on about his height, or rather lack there of for the few moments Russell was thinking.

“Well, if the shoe fits. Though, it's probably really difficult to find shoes in your size.” Russell says nonchalantly, with an uninterested wave of his hand. This slight motion makes the stool he is sitting on in his new make-shift lab at Belsio's lemon farm tilt a slight bit, but he is unfazed. He swears he sees smoke coming from Ed's ears though, at that last comment. Why do I enjoy teasing him so much? Russell wonders. He knows he is perfectly fine with adults and younger children, some would think he is border-line snobbish or arrogant. Yet, with Ed he is nothing but an insensitive jerk and ruthlessly makes fun of the state alchemist. Then again, Ed seems to return the favour more often then not.

As Russell ponders these thoughts to himself, he watches Ed's lips move. He is not really paying attention to the words, being more interested in the shape of the lips and the fact that those lips are slightly damp. His lips just look so damn…kissable. Russell thinks, startling himself. He had just met Ed a few days before, when the Elric brothers broke into his old lab at Mugear's estate. The two sets of brothers had spent the last three days going through what was left of the research and comparing notes on both the Red Stone and the Philosopher's Stone.

Russell felt some pity for the Elrics, the younger for the loss of his entire body, the older for the loss of his limbs. Both for the loss of their parents, home, and for the failed attempt at Human Transmutation. Originally the Elrics were not going to mention why they were looking for the stone but as Fletcher was reaching for a book, just out of his reach, in their make-shift library he dropped it onto Al, who was bent over retrieving another book. As fate would have it the book Fletcher was trying to reach knocked off Al's head just as Russell was walking into the room. The Elrics had no choice but to explain everything to the Tringham.

Russell almost burst into tears, while Fletcher openly cried. Al could only make sounds like he was crying, yet Ed; the story-teller had a look of fierce determination and anger. His golden eyes had brimmed with tears he forced himself not to shed because that would make him weak in his own eyes.

“Hey!” Ed exclaims. Russell blinks a few times, pulling himself out of his thoughts to see Ed still glaring up at him. Russell smiles and laughs at him, making the older alchemist growl. Russell regains his composure slowly, wiping a tear from his eye. Ed stares at him with a slightly annoyed look on his face. Even annoyed he looks cute. Russell thinks, once again surprising himself. He wonders where these thoughts are coming from and why he would get very warm thinking about the older alchemist.

“Are you done now?” Ed asks grumpily, crossing his arms over his chest. He watches Russell zone in and out of their conversation, such as it is.

“Huh?” Russell asks, jolting slightly as is just remembering he is not alone. He feels rather idiotic, more so since Ed flashed him his loop-sided grin.

“Nevermind. Can we just get back to the notes?” Ed asks with a slightly raised eyebrow and a very small sigh. Russell nods and looks and the book in front of him. Ed picks up the pen in his left hand, adjusts the sheet of paper before him and stares at Russell expectantly. Russell scoffs, Ed raises his eyebrow again.

“What, you can't think on your own?” Russell asks in a mocking tone. Ed rolls his eyes and taps the end of the pen impatiently on the desk.

“You were making a valid point that I was writing down because you handwriting sucks. Then you insulted me and we had that…detour, so I stopped writing to yell at you.” Ed explains to Russell as if he is explaining calculus to a child. Russell stares at him a moment, blinks a few times then turns slightly pink.

“I forgot what I was saying.” Russell admits with a sheepish grin. Ed rolls his eyes again and smacks his head with his automail hand. Russell wonders if he's ever hurt himself doing that.

“Why are all the good-looking ones so stupid?” Ed asks, more to himself then Russell. Both freeze suddenly and stare straight ahead. Did he just say what I think he said? Russell thinks surprised Ed's feelings or at the very least his thoughts, match his own. Why did I just say that out loud? It's bad enough I think I have a crush on the guy, now I basically admitted it. Ed thinks, mentally whacking himself in the head again. He feels his cheeks warm and hope Russell doesn't notice. Russell does notice and finally admits he may have a crush on the older alchemist. He tries to think of what to do but his mouth doesn't feel like waiting.

“So you must be really stupid then.” Russell says, regretting the words even as they pop out of his mouth. Ed turns in his stool to stare at Russell, who was already facing Ed. He just called me stupid…wait. I just said all the good-looking ones are stupid so he really called me good-looking. That's kinda backhanded. Ed thinks as Russell, blushing fiercely stares at him. Ed watches as Russell licks his lips and Ed feels the sudden urge to kiss him. Ed swallows hard, erotic thoughts coming unbidden to his over-active mind. He wonders what Russell would look like naked. He wonders what Russell would sound like in the throws of passion. Russell, unbenounced to Ed, is thinking the same thoughts. Both young men lean forward subconsciously until their noses bump. They stare deeply into each other's each searching for the answers to questions they don't know if they what to ask. Suddenly, their lips collide, neither knowing nor caring who moved first, both relishing in the warmth of each others mouths.

Ed licks Russell's lips, gently sliding his tongue into Russell's mouth. Russell reciprocates, running his tongue along Ed's, looping his arms possessively around Ed's slim muscled waist. Ed wraps his left arm around Russell's just above Russell's nipples and clutches the back of Russell's head with his automail hand. The kiss intensifies, their lips moving against each others with growing passion and desperation. Both young men make incomprehensible moaning sounds deep in their throats. Air becomes an issue and they break apart with a gasp.

“Wow.” Russell mumbles, panting hard. Ed swallows hard again closing his eyes slightly and enjoying the feel of Russell's breath and lips. Ed laughs lightly, shoulders gently shaking. Russell looks at him perplexed.

“What's so funny?” Russell asks, breath slowly calming. Ed grins and nuzzles against him.

“All this started with insults.” Ed remarks. Russell grins.

“And you got mad at me for calling you short.” Russell mentions smiling slightly and feeling just a bit superior. Ed rolls his eyes and kisses him briefly on the mouth. As Ed pulls away, Russell grunts obviously disappointed and tries to pull Ed back in for another breath-taking kiss. Ed dodges and squirms out of Russell's grasp, slipping from the stool and darting about a foot away. Russell stares at the air between his arms where Ed should be, then glares at Ed. Ed grins and laughs a bit, running a hand through his bangs.

“Gotta catch me first.” Ed teases, bolting from the room. Russell stares after him a moment then bursts after him, knocking over the stool and a few books in the process. He darts into the hall just in time to see a flash of gold, black and red turn the corner towards the main foyer of the house. Where the hell is he going to do once he gets outside? Russell thinks, not wanting to loose Ed in the city. He flies around the corner with a sudden burst of speed and reaches out as Ed pulls open the front door.

Russell's hand brushes against the fabric of Ed's red coat as Ed leaps outside, deliberately letting go of the door to fly backwards. Russell catches the door and leaps outside, wincing slightly as the door slams back into its frame. Surprisingly, Ed heads towards the backyard of the house, legs pumping. He leaps over a barrel without breaking stride and Russell wonders if his speed has anything to do with his automail leg. He follows nonetheless and stumbles as he comes down from his own leap over the barrel.

Ed heads toward the abandoned barn in the back and Russell tries not to grin. There is no back door to the barn, just a front door. Ed doesn't know this though and opens the huge barn door and into the dingy wooden structure. Russell makes it just in time to see Ed realize his mistake. Unfortunately for Russell, Ed is a quick thinker and sees the ladder leading up to the loft and a window.

Showing off his agility again, Ed, without missing a step, leaps onto the ladder and begins to climb. Russell skids to a stop and pulls himself up, cursing the older alchemist for his cat-like reflexes. The loft is twenty feet up and covered in hay. Ed thinks as he climbs hoping there is some kind of rope up there. He then discards that thought, knowing he can manipulate the barn itself to create a way down. After all, he doesn't have to use an array.

Ed clamors up the last few rungs of the ladder and leaps forward, only to land flat on his face in a heft of hay. Dazed he wonders realizes his own mistake and curses himself for keeping on his long red coat which got caught under his foot as he leapt onto the loft. This is all the time Russell needs to catch up to Ed. Russell sees Ed try to get up and leaps forward, landing on Ed's back. Hay bursts up around them and settles as both alchemist cough in protest. Ed feels something hard press against his lower back and he knows instantly it's not Russell's belt buckle. He comes to the slow realization of the tightness in his own pants, feeling his penis throb in time to his racing heartbeat.

“Caught you.” Russell says breathlessly into Ed's ear. Ed shivers with delight, feeling the sweat trickle down his body. Ed grins and pushed hard with his automail arm, taking Russell by surprise and flipping the taller alchemist over. He lands on top of Russell, straddling his hips.

“Oh good. You know I did actually want you to” Ed tries flipping damp bangs out of his face as Russell cuts him off with a kiss. Ed sighs and moans, leaning into the kiss with excitement. Ed wraps his arms around Russell and leans onto his forearms loving the warmth of Russell's body. The kiss lasts a few moments because of the chase and they break apart, panting for a new reason.

“It's hot in here.” Ed remarks with a wicked grin, feeling the sweat trickle along his spine. Russell scoffs and smiles, catching on finally and enjoying the sudden physical attention.

“Well maybe you shouldn't wear so many layers.” Russell tells him, attempting to pull off Ed's red coat. Ed grins, sits up, pulling the coat off and throwing it into some corner of the loft. White gloves follow the coat as does his silver lined over coat. Russell grins and stares at Ed, dressed only now in his tight leather pants and tank top. Russell wipes sweat from his brow and feels himself get harder.

“I'm still hot.” Ed complains, waving his flesh hand in front of his face dramatically. Oh I know. Russell thinks.

“Well, what are you going to do about it?” Russell asks him, challenging the older alchemist. He grins, dimples flashing and Ed thinks they make him look almost evil.

“Maybe…” Ed says in what he hopes is a sexy voice as he leans over and kisses Russell briefly on the lips. Russell moans, wondering how he can radiate with pure unadulterated lust.

“I should…” Ed continues, almost purring now, and kissing Russell briefly a second time. Russell begins working his own shirt off.

“Get naked.” Ed finishes, kissing Ed a final time, making this one last. Russell moans and pulls down his suspenders, just as his brain catches up with the situation. He freezes up and breaks the kiss.

“Ed. Wait. Are you sure about this? I mean we're about to…to…” Russell tries, struggling with the words. Ed decides it's time to be blunt.

“Have sex. Yeah I know.” Ed replies. Russell blushes a deep pink and Ed tries not to moan at the sight.

“But we just met.” Russell tells him. Ed nods, thinking over the last few days. Even though Russell stole his identity, called him short and made fun of him in other ways mercilessly over the past four or so days since Ed and Al got off the train, Ed felt he could trust Russell completely. More than that, he felt a happiness with Russell he didn't think he would ever feel again.

“I know we just met…but come on. Have you ever felt so…so…”Ed tries, for once miserably out of words. Russell smiles.

“Good? Not since my mother died. I never thought I would be happy again. But with you…this all seems…” Russell tries. It's Ed's turn to grin.

“Right? Yeah, I know.” Ed finishes for him. Russell nods and smiles. Ed grins and tugs off his black tank top and throwing it into the general direction of his other clothes, realizing too late that his automail will now be fully exposed to someone other then Winry or Al. He sits up; feeling more naked then he would without his pants on and braces himself for the inevitable rejection and disgust. Russell's eyes scan over Ed's chest and are drawn to the joint like a moth to flame and he stares at Ed's shoulder and arm with a blank expression Ed can't read.

Awkward moments pass as Russell scrutinizes the joint, the merge of flesh and metal. Ed begins to feel ashamed, wishing Russell didn't know the story behind the scars. Anger sits in and he mentally kicks himself for thinking he could trust someone he just met with his darkest secrets, almost completely commit to him and give him the one thing he can not get back. He feels sorrow and regret, wishing Russell would just say something. Russell on the other hand stares at Ed and feels a deep respect. He wonders if he would be able to sacrifice a limb to save his own brother. The joint does not disgust him; infact one scar is well place enough to visually lead Russell to stare at Ed's chiseled chest. He swallows hard and could swear he hears his zipper break from the pressure of his organ against his pants. He gets the sudden urge to lick Ed's chest over and over. Just say something. Tell me I'm ugly; tell me we shouldn't do this…just say SOMETHING! Ed thinks, fear settling in even as a single bead of sweat makes a path down his chest, bisecting his right nipple and heading south.

Russell follows the bead of sweat with eager eyes as is traces the muscles in Ed's hips and disappears somewhere in the general vicinity of Ed's pulsing organ. Ed trembles in worry and regret, feeling like he should bolt and just try to forget about the whole thing. He can go grab Al and hop on whatever train can get the far, far away from Xenotime and Russell Tringham. Finally Russell finds his voice.

“You're so gorgeous.” He whispers almost reverently. Ed blinks a few times, brain not fully registering the comment. It click finally that Russell has accepted the scars and the metal limb. He stares down at Russell stupidly, mouth gaping like a fish out of water.

“But…the scars…” Ed tries hearing his voice squeak annoyingly. Russell laughs lightly and raises a hand to the one scar that reaches just under Ed's nipple, tracing over it lightly with inquisitive fingers.

“It's just one scar really. I think it makes you look…wild…hot…ready for action. Like you're ready for anything and will do anything fro what you want.” Russell comments, surprised at the huskiness of his own voice. He takes advantage of Ed's shocked state and flips the older alchemist on his back, straddling his hips. He runs his tongue over the scar and begins tracing the path that bead of sweat left behind. Ed moans in pleasure, hips thrusting up of their own accord. Both alchemists stop and stare at each other, shocked of the pure pleasure they just experienced.

Russell reacts first, grinning, hands flying to Ed's heavy belt buckle, working it open. Ed catches on and reciprocates. Within moments, pants, boots, socks, shoes and boxers fly towards some corner of the loft. As if it is an afterthought, Russell's shirt flutters to the floor below. Their brains catch up with their actions and they freeze again. They stare at each other in shock, neither wanting to be the first to look down but both desperately wanting to see the other naked. Slowly, as if on mutual agreement, they drop their gaze, breathing hard, eyes traveling slowly over each others chest, over well formed abdominal muscles and finally to their most intimate parts.

Ed is the first to act, Russell shocked at the size of Ed's throbbing penis, wondering what cruel fate decided to make him so short even though he is so huge in other places. Ed reaches down as if hypnotized and grabs Russell's penis gently in his left hand. Russell gasps, coming out of the comparison, knowing now Ed is an inch longer than him and sighs. Ed squeezes a bit harder. Russell thrusts into Ed's hand; wanting more but not quite knowing what he wants more of. Ed grins.

“I have no idea what the hell to do.” Ed admits, blushing slightly. Russell finally brings his gaze away from Ed's member and stares him in the face. He knows it took a lot for Ed to admit he didn't know something.

“You've master….uh…masterba…uh…” Russell tries stumbling over the word, knowing that one day very soon he may have to have a certain conversation with Fletcher. Ed sighs, knowing that it is his bluntness that will get them through this experience.

“Yeah, I've masturbated. I know the mechanics of what to do; it's just different like this.” Ed says with a slight frown. Russell nods and smiles a little.

“Tighten your grip a bit, then pretend you're doing yourself.” Russell suggests, wondering if this advice will even help. Ed nods and obliges. Russell yelps in pleasure and thrusts a tad too hard in Ed's hand. Ed tries to get a better grip and squeezes too hard, causing Russell to protest, shouting in pain. They stare at each other for a moment, Ed drawing back his hand as if tit had been burned. They catch each others eye and the absurdity of the situation catches up to them and they burst out laughing.

“Awkward. Why don't we just thrust into each other like we were doing before with our pants on?” Ed asks, really wanting to feels Russell's skin against his own. Russell smiles and begins feeling slightly superior again. Ed catches the look in Russell's eye and blinks.

“You mean frottage? Okay.” Russell says with a grin, knowing Ed had no idea what the actual act was called. How the hell did he know what it was called? Ed thinks in slight annoyance. All annoyance dissipates as Russell thrusts experimentally. Ed gasps and thrusts up. Russell moans and in a few moments both are thrusting hard into each other. Ed pulls Russell down for a kiss and they desperately run each others tongues in their mouths, each trying to dominate.

Ed feels an odd but enjoyable tingling sensation in his toes. It crawls quickly though his body, seem to increase by a hundred fold at his groin and Ed is suddenly surrounded in white heat. He is vaguely aware of screaming and comes to the slow realization that it is his own and Russell's. He feels his penis explode, coating their stomachs and chests with sticky white fluid. A few moments later, they collapse into each others arms, panting. They clutch each other noses touching, eyes wide and staring.

“Wow.” Russell manages to get out between pants. Ed nods and licks his lips. Russell grins and moves his face away, getting a thought. Ed feels breath on his neck followed by a wet tongue. He moans as Russell kisses and licks the flesh of Ed's neck. Russell brushes a spot just behind Ed's earlobe and Ed very nearly screams. What the hell was that? Russell thinks, licking just below that spot. Ed sighs and nothing more. Russell licks that spot again and Ed moans, thrusts and clutches Russell's back. Russell grins.

“I think I just found a hot spot.” Russell says arrogantly, breath running over that spot making Ed moan shamelessly. Russell sucks and nips at Ed's earlobe and that spot relishing in the fact that he can make Ed writhe in pleasure. Ed runs a hand up Russell's spine then down again, stopping just a few vertebrae above his perfectly formed buttocks. Russell moans in pleasure and Ed raises his eyebrows.

“Hot spot? There?” Ed asks breathlessly. Russell moans in response as Ed rubs that spot gently. Russell moans again inadvertently rubbing a hand over Ed's nipple. Ed moans again and both stop and stare at Ed's chest.

“That works for men?” Russell asks curiosity brimming, twirling Ed's nipple between his fingers. Ed moans out loud, staring at him in slight annoyance.

“It works for girls, why not boys?” Ed asks.

“It does? How do you know?” Russell asks as Ed writhes beneath him for now Russell is twirling both nubs of delicate flesh.

“'Cuz I read about it.” Ed manages to moan, left hand grabbing Russell's testicles and rubbing. Russell groans and thrusts, bending over to lick a nipple. Ed moans thrusting his hips and inadvertently pushing a thumb into Russell's entrance. They stop again.

“That actually feels kind of nice.” Russell comments. Ed grins and claps behind Russell's back, slamming his hands to the ground before Russell can register the alchemic reaction. Suddenly the floor tilts behind him and a tube rolls out of the pocket of Ed's red coat. It hits Ed in the shoulder and he grabs it, uncapping it one-handed. Russell feels wetness at his entrance and blinks a few times, realization finally hitting him.

“Why do you have lubrication?” Russell asks suspiciously. Ed rolls his eyes.

“It's automail lubrication. And no, it won't hurt you. It's nontoxic and can be used in the body.” Ed explains as he thrusts a finger into Russell's entrance. Russell jolts at that and feels slight pain. Ed rotates his finger and Russell moans feeling himself loosen.

“What are you doing?” Russell asks as Ed thrusts a second finger in. Pain comes back and Russell yelps. Ed kisses him gently on the neck and rotates his fingers.

“Imagine how good my cock will feel inside you.” Ed says grinning wickedly. Russell panics slightly, remembering that Ed is probably six and a half to seven inches long and who knows how thick. Then Ed hits something that makes Russell scream in pleasure.

“Found your prostate.” Ed whispers in Russell's ear. All of Russell's patience and fear disappears.

“Get. In. NOW.” Russell growls with a ferocity that surprises Ed. Ed grins, flips them over and shoves in so fast Russell hardly has time to blink. He does however have time to feel the pain and bites his lower lip to hold back a scream. Ed sees this and frowns as Russell whacks him hard on the back.

“Ow! You're the one who said to get in.” Ed tells him. Russell nods and glares at him.

“I didn't mean get in me without lubrication, you idiot. I haven't had anything shoved up there before and it's not like you're small.” Russell half-yells at him. He feels deliciously full and wants Ed to thrust or something, to make the pain go away. Ed blinks a few times.

“I'm too big for you?” Ed asks with a witty grin. Russell rolls his eyes and Ed shrugs and pulls fully out. Pleasure explodes in Russell's body and he moans. Ed's penis makes a slight pop as it exits Russell's channel.

“Get back in!” Russell shouts, wrapping his legs around Ed's waist and trying to pull him down. Ed's automail stops that action and Ed looks at him with raised eyebrows.

“But…I thought it hurt?” Ed asks, looking at Russell as if the younger alchemist has gone insane. Russell growls, grabs Ed's penis and pushes it into himself. He tries to thrust again but Ed doesn't budge and neither does he.

“DAMN IT!” Russell screams. Ed raises his eyebrows again and they all but disappear into his hairline. He is used to Russell being calm and collected.

“Uh…” Ed tries thoroughly confused. Russell stares at him wildly.

“Thrust into me. Please.” Russell begs.

“I don't want to hurt you.” Ed tries, furrowing his brow.

“It feels good after the initial shock.” Russell assures him. Ed nods and obliges. Both their worlds narrow to nothing but the sensations in their bodies, more specifically the sensations of filling and being full.

It only takes a few moments for the white heat to spread through their bodies, white light clouds their vision as a tingling sensation grows and expands through their bodies. Screaming each others names they collapse into orgasmic bliss and into each others arms. They pant in exhaustion, Russell enjoying the feel of Ed's penis inside him and wondering what it would be like to fill Ed. Ed wonders what it would feel like to be filled by Russell.

“Damn.” Ed mumbles, remembering that today is not only their last day but also that they will have no time to do this again before Ed and Al leave that evening. He rests his head on Russell's chest then moves to get up. Russell panics then realizes that maybe; just maybe, Ed was acting on spur of the moment impulse and really didn't want to do this. He swallows the lump in his throat and lets Ed go. Ed moves to sit at the edge of the loft and swings his legs over, noticing that Russell's shirt is sitting twenty feet below him. Russell sits up and wipes away a stray tear.

“So…now what?” He tries, voice trembling with emotion. Ed sighs.

“Al and I have to leave tonight. We gotta finish those notes. Give our report to Mustang…get Al's body back. This…feeling of…oneness doesn't do much for motivation.” Ed explains. Russell frowns, getting furious. Ed took away the only thing he could not get back.

“You…you…bastard.” Russell tries, slamming a first onto the loft. Ed turns and for the first time realizes how his words and actions mean to Russell. He whacks his head with his automail hand. Hard.

“Ow! Fuck!” he says, hitting himself a bit too hard. Russell stares at him and moment.

“Serves you right. You pretended to like me, you took my…innocence and now you're going to leave and never come back.” Russell yells still sitting, tears running down his face. Ed stares at him a moment and shakes his head.

“You idiot. I'm coming back. Why would I do something like that? Jeez…I just gave you my virginity too you know. I'm not going to screw you then leave.” Ed says sliding over to Russell and hugging him close. Russell nuzzles into him and breaths in his scent.

“You promise?” Russell asks. Ed grins. He claps again and sends his pants flying in their general direction. He pulls out his sliver state alchemists watch and unclips it. Using some left over change in his pocket he makes a fake chain to attach to his pants. He throws the pants aside and gives the watch to Russell. Russell stares at it a moment, frowning.

“I'll be back for that in a week. Then we can make fun of each other, rant and fuck. Sound good?” Ed asks. Russell stares at him a moment, the nods weakly. Ed grins as Russell finally smiles, wrapping Ed in a tight embrace.

“I'm so glad I caught you.”

 

END

 

Well there it was, my second EdXRussell pairing. There will be more to follow. Tell me what you think, it would be much appreciated. Sorry for any spelling and or grammar mistakes, I didn't edit as thoroughly as I normally do. If there is anything major, please tell me and I will correct it as soon as possible.