Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ The Sound of Silence ❯ Gifts ( Chapter 4 )

 

The Sound of Silence

 

Chapter Three

 

Gifts

 

“Good morning, Edward.”

 

Ed looked up to see Lieutenant Hawkeye step beside him as he walked down the hall.

 

“It's almost noon,” Ed muttered, looking away from her. He was hungry and just wanted to get this progress report to Mustang as quickly as possible so that he could get some lunch.

 

“How is your search going?” she asked mildly.

 

“Meh…”

 

His search was going nowhere, but he didn't have to tell her that. The only person that had to know was the asshole in authority.

 

“Well… that's nice…” she replied, sounding unsure. Ed grunted. He didn't want to make small talk, and she must have realized this because after a moment she said, “Well, I'm going down to the cafeteria for lunch.”

 

He glanced up and watched as she turned and headed down a different hall. Ed sighed in relief and picked up his pace. He'd told Al he'd meet up with him in a couple of hours, but if it could be sooner, then that was better. Even though his brother didn't eat, it was still nice to have him around for company. When he reached the colonel's office, Ed opened the door, walked in without knocking, and tossed the report carelessly on his commanding officer's desk.

 

Glancing up from a document he'd been reading, Mustang said wryly, “It's amazing how your manners continue to improve with each passing day. Normally when a door is closed it is good to knock before entering.”

 

Ed shrugged and pointed at the folder. “That's all the information we've been working on.” After that he turned around and started walking toward the door.

 

“Wait.” He stopped and sighed. Well, there was for hoping… “I want an oral report as well, Fullmetal.”

 

Grumbling under his breath, Ed turned and trudged back to the desk. He was just about to speak when his stomach rumbled loudly. The colonel raised an eyebrow, and Ed said defensively, “Well, it is lunch time… I'm hungry! Can't the written report just be enough?”

 

For a moment Mustang just stared at him, then a small grin formed on his face and he rose from his chair. “Why don't we get some lunch together? You can give me your oral report then.”

 

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Ed looked around at the other diners and frowned. This wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind when Mustang said they were going to pick something up for lunch. He'd thought the cafeteria or something… Though not exactly `high class', the restaurant was nice and had an indoor and an outdoor area to eat. Since the colonel had given him his choice, Ed had picked the outdoor section because it was a nice spring day.

 

They had ordered, and Ed had given his report, but it hadn't taken him long and now he was stuck sitting with his commanding officer and waiting for his food. Two things he really didn't much care for…

 

“Well, Ed, I'm glad to hear that you kept everything intact, though I must say that you need to learn to handle the civic leaders in different towns better.”

 

“Yeah, yeah…” he mumbled, then straightened when he saw the waitress coming with their food.

 

The pretty red head smiled shyly at the colonel and said, “Prime Rib, medium well?” He nodded and she set the plate down in front of him. The woman turned and said in the sweet voice generally reserved for children, “Hamburger and fries, cutie?”

 

Ed blushed and nodded. He didn't much like being addressed as a child, but since she was pretty… well… The waitress set the plate down and asked, “Is there anything else I can get the two of you?”

 

“No, thank you, we're fine,” the colonel said dismissively. When the waitress nodded and left, Ed grabbed his hamburger, took a huge bite, and felt grease dribble down his chin. Ignoring the mess, he started chewing, then stopped when he saw the look on Mustang's face.

 

“What?” he asked around the food in his mouth.

 

“Do you always eat like this?” the man asked in disgust.

 

Ed swallowed and wiped the grease off his chin with the sleeve of his coat before quickly taking a drink to wash the food down. “I dunno what you're talkin' about,” he said and took another huge bite.

 

The colonel glanced around with a slightly embarrassed look on his face before saying, “Perhaps smaller bites, or maybe using a napkin?”

 

“Why?” he muttered around the food. Mustang just looked at him for a moment, then sighed in exasperation before picking up a fork and knife.

 

It only took Ed a few minutes to scarf down his food, and when he was finished, he sat back in his chair and patted his stomach contentedly. It was then that Mustang murmured, while looking down at his plate, “I have a gift for you.”

 

Ed blinked. “A gift… for me? What?”

 

“Some information that I think you'll find very useful,” the colonel replied, then took a bite of his food.

 

“Really? Let's see it!” Ed exclaimed in excitement.

 

Mustang looked up at him for a moment, then took a sip of his drink and said, “I don't have it with me, Ed.”

 

“Fine, when we get back to the office then,” he said and shrugged.

 

“It's not at the office…” Mustang said quietly, then gave Ed a look he was all too familiar with by now.

 

“Oh… well… where is it?” he asked cautiously, already knowing what the answer would be and not liking it.

 

“It's at my place. My office could be looked through by anyone, and you wouldn't want that information to get into the wrong hands, now would you?” the colonel said smoothly.

 

“I guess not…” Ed mumbled and looked away.

 

“Why don't you come over tonight and pick it up,” Mustang suggested.

 

Ed picked up his glass and sucked on the straw even though he knew there was only ice left. It was something to do, and it had become a bit of a habit to reach for something to drink when he was confronted with this, since he always had a drink in his hands at Mustang's house. Ed opened his mouth to answer, but stopped when the waitress reappeared and asked, “Is everything tasting alright?”

 

“Everything was fine, thank you,” the colonel replied politely.

 

“That's wonderful.” She placed a piece of paper on the table and said, “I'll be your cashier when you're ready.”

 

“I think we're ready now,” Mustang said, and pulled out his wallet. After he gave her the money, telling her to keep the change, she told them to have a nice day and left.

 

“How much do I owe you?” Ed asked, standing up and stuffing his hand into his pocket where he kept his money.

 

“Don't worry about it,” Mustang said, then eyed the boy up and down. “You can pay me back later.”

 

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Ed quickly walked down the dimly lit streets toward the colonel's apartment. It didn't matter how much he'd seen or done, for some reason it still gave him the creeps walking out here by himself. He shivered slightly and stuffed his hands in his pockets. Though it was nice during the day, the early spring weather was still cold at night, especially at this late hour. When he pulled open the doors to the apartment building and stepped into the foyer, the men at the table looked up in his direction.

 

“Hey, boy,” one of them called. “How much is that guy payin' you? I'm sure between us all we could top whatever it is.”

 

“He isn't payin' me anything,” Ed returned, as he hurried toward the stairs.

 

One of the men stood up and took a step in his direction. “For free huh? Well then, we can definitely top that!”

 

Ed stopped and stared for a moment, then suddenly the man grinned and lunged at him. His eyes widened in fear and he dashed up the stairs; the men's raucous laughter fading behind him. When he reached Mustang's door, Ed pounded on it and looked back the way he'd come.

 

No one was there.

 

When the sound of the locks being undone and the door opening met his ears, Ed turned and looked up to see the colonel looking down at him.

 

“You alright?” Mustang asked in concern.

 

Ed swallowed and quickly looked down the hall again before saying, “Yeah… yeah, I'm fine.” He shrugged, and tried to act nonchalant about it, but his breathing was still heavy and his heart was pounding in his chest. For a moment, Mustang said nothing, then sighed and moved out of the way for Ed to come in.

 

After he stepped inside, Mustang shut the door and said, “Hot chocolate?”

 

“Yeah, sure,” he said automatically while taking his coat off and hanging it up on one of the hooks. He turned around to head toward the couch when the other alchemist said, “Jacket too.” Ed sighed and removed his jacket as well. After a moment of thought, he took his gloves off and stuffed them in his coat pocket before crossing the room to the couch.

 

“So where's this information you said you had for me?” he asked impatiently.

 

“I have it,” Mustang affirmed, handing him the mug of hot chocolate before sitting down beside him. The colonel took a sip of his beer, then softly ran a finger down the side of Ed's cheek. With a small smirk, the colonel said, “Remember, this is a gift from me to you. Don't be so rude as to demand it. I'll give it to you before you leave…”

 

Ed looked down at his mug and took a sip. He had a feeling it was going to go this way. “I told Al I wouldn't stay out very late…” he mumbled. Alphonse didn't like it that Ed was taking all these `walks' at night, and that he didn't want him to come. The blond had finally decided to start taking walks when he wasn't going to the colonel's place and inviting Al along. It helped keep his brother from worrying too much and from being suspicious.

 

“It's already late,” the colonel murmured, running his fingers down Ed's back.

 

“Yeah, but, I told him I wouldn't be gone long…” he stressed. Al had been particularly insistent tonight that Ed not go anywhere, but Ed had finally gotten his brother to back down when he said he wouldn't stay out too late. He just needed to think for a while, he'd said, and he felt the need to be up moving too.

 

In short… he lied.

 

Ed hated having to lie to his brother, but it was better than the alternative.

 

Better than having him find out…

 

“Well then,” the colonel muttered unhappily, “I guess we'll have to make this short.”

 

Ed set the mostly full mug on the end table. Mustang gulped down the rest of his beer, then tossed the bottle carelessly on the floor before scooting closer to Ed. He reached down and began unbuckling Ed's belt while pulling on the black tanktop with his other hand.

 

“Take this off,” the colonel murmured with a breathy urgency.

 

Ed's heart beat quickly as he pulled the tanktop over his head, and held it to his chest for a moment. When he felt his zipper being pulled down, he tossed it onto the floor. If Mustang said to take it off, then he'd better get rid of it…

 

When Mustang told him to stand, Ed stood. It was pretty routine… the colonel would tell him what to do and he'd do it. He supposed that he could not do what he was told, but… what would happen if he did?

 

Ed couldn't believe that when this all started he'd worried about Mustang telling anyone about what was going on. The man would probably be court marshaled for having `sexual relations' with his subordinate if he was found out.

 

And him… well, he'd probably get in big trouble too, and he couldn't have that. He needed to be in the military so that he could help Al… If he didn't do what Mustang said…well, Ed wasn't sure what would happen…maybe nothing…but could he risk it?

 

The colonel slid Ed's pants down, and said with a lecherous grin, “You get sluttier every day, you know that? We just started and you're already at full attention.”

 

It isn't like that... Ed thought. I can't control my body...

 

It wasn't his fault it felt good…

 

Even when it made him nauseated, it still felt good…

 

He hated it.

 

The colonel touched Ed's sex briefly before moving his hands away and running his fingers lightly over the rest of him. “You like this don't you?” Mustang asked quietly, then continued, “Tell me how much you like it Ed. Tell me you want me to touch you, to fuck with you.”

 

Ed blushed and looked away. He despised it when he was asked this; when the colonel wanted him to say he liked it… to ask for it…

 

He hadn't been able to at first. In the beginning he'd just been too embarrassed, but that had all changed when Mustang had bound him and kept him aroused for almost an hour without any relief, until he said that he liked it and begged for release.

 

It had been one of the most humiliating experiences in his life.

 

For the next few times, whenever the colonel had asked him if he liked it or told him to say that he wanted it, if Ed didn't respond then Mustang would `casually' mention their little bondage session.

 

Ed had no desire to repeat that.

 

A little embarrassment was better than total humiliation.

 

“Yes…” he whispered softly.

 

“Yes what?”

 

Ed swallowed hard and admitted quietly, shame and embarrassment filling his voice, “Yes, I like it…” He didn't have to look to know the man had a pleased expression on his face.

 

“It's good when whores can enjoy what they do,” Mustang mused, then lightly ran his finger along the boy's arousal. Ed cringed inside at the words. Why did the colonel have to call him names? Why did he have to say things like that?

 

Ed whimpered involuntarily when the man moved his touch away from his need and to his face. “You're just so beautiful like this, you know that?” the colonel murmured, caressing his cheek.

 

Tears sprang to Ed's eyes. He didn't want kindness or tenderness; he just wanted Mustang to finish... finish and be done with him so he could go away and try to forget about all of this. When Mustang was loving and gentle towards him it was just too confusing… and it hurt too much because he desperately wanted someone to care for him… to be good to him… but not like this. This wasn't what he wanted; had never been what he wanted. Yet this was what he had… and he despised the fact that he was choosing this over nothing.

 

For this, he hated himself.

 

But here he was, standing naked in front of this man, telling him how much he liked it… telling himself… It was getting easier though—easier to admit and a bit easier to ask, though not by much. But it wasn't supposed to get easier… was it? He wished it were all a lie, wished that part of him didn't actually want it, didn't actually enjoy it… Shame flooded through him at the thought.

 

Mustang brushed his fingers down Ed's body until he reached the boy's thigh, then stopped. Ed glanced down at the man on the couch and saw an expectant look in his eyes. The colonel was waiting for him to say it.

 

“Please…” he whimpered softly. Oh, how utterly mortifying this was…

 

“Please what?” the colonel said, dragging the words out of Ed.

 

“I… please…” This part was worse than saying he liked it. Ed felt tears come to his eyes and desperately wished them away. “I…”

 

A tear escaped his eye and trickled slowly down his cheek. Angry with himself for still crying whenever he had to ask for it, Ed moved his hand up to wipe the tear away, but Mustang grabbed his hand.

 

“Leave it,” he murmured in a low and quiet tone. The boy glared hatefully down at the other man, knowing that Mustang liked seeing him like this. “Now, Ed,” the colonel said. “Tell me what you want me to do…”

 

You mean, tell you what I think you want to do to me... he thought bitterly, then said, “I want you to… to…” Blood rushed to his face and he looked away before finishing, “…to touch me…”

 

“I am touching you,” Mustang said, his voice dripping with amusement. Ed felt the man's hand brush down his leg then back up to his hip. “Perhaps you should be more specific.” Ed swallowed back the hurt frustration he was feeling. Usually those words were enough, but sometimes the colonel liked to drag out his embarrassment.

 

“I want…you to… touch me… there…” he said vaguely, but it still wasn't enough.

 

Mustang grabbed his chin, turning his head to face forward. Ed averted his eyes to avoid looking at the man. “Look at me, Ed,” the colonel coaxed. Slowly, Ed moved his gaze toward him. “Now, be more specific,” Mustang whispered.

 

Another tear trickled down his cheek as he worked up the courage to say what the man wanted. He couldn't… he just couldn't… Why did it have to be like this? He'd already asked. Mustang knew what he'd meant…

 

“Edward…” Mustang cooed. “Say it with me okay?”

 

No... I don't want to...

 

“'I want you to touch my cock' say it Ed… `cock'”

 

For a moment he said nothing, then he repeated the words back in a dull, lifeless tone. He tried not to think of what he was saying, tried to think about something else…

 

Mustang sighed, then said, “That will do for now, but next time say it like you mean it.”

 

But I don't... Ed thought, then sucked in a breath as the colonel began fondling him.

 

A thought flitted shamefully through his mind…

 

But... I do.

 

Ed wanted to curl up into a ball and cry, but he didn't. Instead, he stood there, sniffling quietly while the colonel continued to touch him. Hands moved over his body in a way that made him want to throw up.

 

Mustang slid a hand behind Ed's neck and pulled on him so that he was bending down and forward a bit to where the man was sitting on the couch. The colonel studied his face for a moment before he moved his own forward and lightly kissed Ed on the lips. Ed's muscles tightened even more than they had been. Mustang had kissed him before, but not on the lips and for some reason this felt even more violating then being kissed anywhere else.

 

“Do you like that?” Mustang asked, and frowned when Ed said nothing.

 

What could he say?

 

He didn't like it, but if he said that, what would Mustang do?

 

Desperately, Ed cast his mind about for a response that would be good enough, but before he could find something, the colonel's lips were once again on his. He felt Mustang's tongue move wetly across his lips and Ed pressed them tightly together.

 

It felt really... gross... Mustang pulled back just enough so that their lips weren't touching and his lips felt a bit cold from the air touching the cooling saliva. What he really wanted to do was wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.

 

“Ed...” the colonel breathed. “Don't press your lips together.” When he didn't comply right away, Mustang made a sound of exasperation and growled, “Ed?”

 

Unhappy about the command, but not knowing what else to do, Ed relaxed his mouth and jerked slightly when he felt a large tongue enter his mouth. He tried to pull away, but Mustang's hand behind his head kept him in place.

 

Ed whimpered. Not only was it nasty to have someone else's tongue in his mouth, but it was hard to breathe and... Mustang pulled away breathing heavily and licking his lips. With a slight smile, he said, “You taste pretty good.”

 

Ed ran a hand over his mouth and blanched at the statement. He didn't think the colonel tasted good at all. The man tasted like beer and he could slightly taste the remnants of whatever Mustang had eaten for dinner. He wanted to go spit in the sink to get the taste and the feel of the foreign spit out of his mouth.

 

“Now, kiss me the way I kissed you,” Mustang said and Ed looked away for a moment in mortification. He didn't want to. It was disgusting and it made him even sicker to his stomach.

 

“Ed...” the colonel murmured in a tone that said he expected to be obeyed. Swallowing hard, Ed turned, leaned down, and hesitantly pressed his lips against Mustang's. He left them there for a moment before tentatively sticking his tongue out and pressing it against the man's lips. They parted easily and Ed stuck his tongue in the colonel's mouth.

 

After a few moments, Mustang pulled back and looked at Ed with an amused smile. “That was the worst kiss I've ever had.” Ed looked away in angry humiliation. He hadn't even wanted to do it in the first place...

 

Mustang pulled him forward and kissed his neck before whispering in his ear, “Don't worry.” Another kiss on his collar bone. “I'll teach you.” Ed could feel the man's lips brushing to his throat. “I'm going to teach you all kinds of things.” Another kiss in the hollow of his neck. “This will be good practice for when you're older.”

 

The colonel pulled back and gave Ed a conceited smile. “You should thank me. You're going to be way ahead of the game. You'll be a fantastic lover when other people your age are only starting out.”

 

Ed frowned, not sure what to say to what the colonel was telling him. When he remained quiet, Mustang pulled him down to the couch and began touching and kissing him. Swallowing hard, Ed could only look away in shame and hope that it would all be over soon.

 

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