Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Völuspá ❯ the Third: what do you ask of me? why tempt me? ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Lust's breath was hot on his neck. Those slender, delicate hands, gloved in black, stroked down Roy's chest and belly, while Roy supported the homunculus' weight on his back. The creature wasn't very heavy; for all his terrifying strength, Lust weighed less than Edward had, because Lust wasn't carrying around automail.

"That's it," purred the homunculus in his ear. "That's the way, Colonel. Relax ..." Roy bit down on a soft cry of pleasure as another inch of the thing's cock pressed into him, and he spread his knees wider, arched his back, to accept more.

The gloves on Lust's fingers felt exactly like flesh as the creature toyed with him, played with his nipples, dipped lightly into his navel. Roy was having trouble maintaining his erection, for all that he was so aroused he could scream, as this inhuman, inhuman monster penetrated him. There was no pain, really - Lust was far too skilled to hurt him without meaning to - but just thinking about what he was doing was putting him off his stride. It felt like Edward ... no mistake about it, Lust was carrying around Edward's cock ... but it wasn't Edward. It was like fucking Edward's reanimated corpse or something.

"Shhhhh," whispered Lust, the fingers of one cool hand wrapping around Roy's balls, giving a firm tug to establish that the hold was solid. "I want you so bad, Colonel. Mmmm ... you feel so good, that's it. That's it."

"No," whispered Roy. "Say ... say ... say something like, 'I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll be tasting my jizz for a week.'"

Lust laughed. His laugh was soft and throaty, but there was a mocking note behind it. "I'm not going to say something like that," he said, his cock three-quarters of the way inside Roy. "That's ridiculous."

Lowering his head slightly, Roy touched his forehead to his wrists. "You used to say things like that all the time," he said quietly. "Ridiculous things. I loved you for them."

"Mmmm." The tone of Lust's voice changed slightly, less dismissive now. "Did I? I don't remember anything like that."

"All the time," whispered Roy. "All the time."

The room moved, in yellow lamplight and smoky shadows, as the oil lamp on the dresser flickered. Lust had wanted to extinguish it, but Roy insisted that it be left burning low. The sheets under Roy were coarse, but clean and smooth, and much softer than any kind of military-issue bedding; they smelled like the cedar chips that Roy had found between the sheets and the blankets. The bed and dresser, and the bookshelves in the corner, were all of finished wood, crudely carved, probably handmade by the farming family that had been frightened out of their home by the approaching foreign army ... or perhaps their ancestors. Roy could almost feel the ghosts of generations in the inexpertly-painted mountainscapes and portraits, and the thickly-plastered walls upon which they were framed. The quilts on the bed would have been worth a fortune in Central; the rocking chair by the door would have been thrown away as the work of a carpenter's apprentice.

The ghost on Roy's back drifted his lips across Roy's shoulders, and tightened his hold on Roy's testicles, but said nothing. Roy filled the silence himself. "I know I laughed at you sometimes, Edward. I didn't mean it. I never meant it, and I'm sorry. I ... You frightened me sometimes. It frightened me to think that you might love me back."

"Now you're saying ridiculous things," purred Lust, and the kisses deepened; Roy felt the nip of teeth and the wetness of tongue on the nape of his neck. Roy moaned as the homunculus pulled a little way out of him, and then forced his way slightly deeper, inexorably penetrating, long and slow. Once completely inside, Lust began to slowly fuck him, with a kind of rolling motion that moved the creature's cock with short, deep thrusts that never pulled very far out. All Roy was required to do was brace himself with his elbows on the bed and his knees as far apart as he could manage.

Warm breath on his back, lips between his shoulderblades; Edward had never been tall enough to fuck him and kiss him at the same time. Knees between his own, keeping his thighs apart so that his lover's pelvis could match his, could press groin against buttocks to deepen the intimacy. The slightly tacky pull of skin against skin. Fingers combing his pubic hair, playing with his nipples and testicles, accepting his sexuality as easily as the rest of him. Roy groaned softly into his arms, jerking his own hips like a rutting animal, or like a whore, wanting the homunculus' cock to go deep. Lust obliged.

He felt the creature turn his head to the side, lay a cheek on Roy's back, just before one of those cool hands wrapped around his erection. Roy's body bucked, thrusting forward hard into the hand, and he made a soft, sharp sound in his throat as those skilled fingers began to expertly manipulate his cock and foreskin to drive him closer to orgasm, but not into it. It wasn't often that they were able to have this kind of sex, and Lust enjoyed toying with Roy's body when it happened; this was no exception.

"Beg me, Colonel," whispered the thing into his back, and Roy whispered back, "No."

He would eventually, and he knew it. Lust's stamina was just as inhuman as the rest of him; he could fuck Roy almost into incoherence, and if necessary, Lust would hold him by the wrists to keep him from touching himself. In sex, as in no other part of Lust's personality, there was virtually no shadow remaining of his former self ... in this, the creature was entirely Sin. Roy both hated it, and couldn't possibly get enough of it.

"Beg, Colonel," murmured the homunculus again, as Roy's muscles loosened and quivered, on the brink of orgasm, before the creature let him back away from the edge once more.

"Stop it," said Roy, but the words were the weak, pathetic plea that he hadn't wanted to utter. He thrust into the hand on his cock, and groaned when Lust moved his hand with Roy's body, so that nothing was accomplished. The soft flickers of sensation along his cock, and the deep, rolling motion inside him as Lust continued to slowly fuck him, would drive Roy to begging anyway, and sooner rather than later. What was the point of trying to hold out? "Please," he whispered. "Please let me come."

With a self-satisfied purr, Lust rewarded him with two full strokes of his erection, and Roy came, biting his forearm to muffle the cry. He could feel Lust's body jerking in orgasm as well, as the homunculus fed upon Roy's pleasure; Roy didn't mind it, and never did. He collapsed to the mattress afterward, sinking into the wetness of his own semen with the weight of the homunculus still on his back, and the thing's hard cock still inside him.

Lust could go straight from orgasm and back into sex in seconds. Always wanting more, never satisfied.

After a few minutes, Roy nudged the homunculus off his back and rolled onto his side. Lust seemed inclined to remain on top of him, nudging him for permission to keep fucking him, but Roy pulled the creature onto the bed with him, tucking his arms around the small form. He couldn't even be angry with Lust for making him beg; it was the Sin's nature to be cruel, and not his fault.

Lust snuggled close, rubbing his face against Roy's chest. "More," he whispered.

"Later," murmured Roy. He should sleep now. The army surrounded the farmhouse, bivouacking in the fields and outbuildings, catching what rest they could before digging in a more permanent camp in the morning. They would stay here for a little while, near the mouth of the pass, resting from the forced march up from the border ... and maybe longer than that, depending on what Roy saw when the aerial maps of the region were completed. He wanted the pass, but it might not yet be feasible to just simply march in and take it.

They would have time, plenty of time, for more sex before it was time to leave this particular camp. Not enough to sate Lust - nothing could ever sate Lust - but enough to shred Roy a little more.

Despite knowing that he should sleep, Roy found himself stroking the loose golden hair of the creature in his arms. Lust was so small, so small and delicate, just as Edward had been, and just as with Edward the delicacy concealed a tremendous capacity to kill. He ran his fingers through the homunculus' thick hair, separated it into sections under his fingers, and began to braid it.

"What are you doing?" asked Lust, with amusement in his tone.

"Shhhh." When he had wound the braid together, there was nothing to use to tie it, so he just turned Lust onto his back on the bed and pulled the braid over the creature's shoulder so he could see it. The grin that Lust gave him was mesmerizing, and wicked.

In bright light, Lust's muddy eyes, his hands irrevocably gloved up to the elbow, the ouroborus on his abdomen, all the things that formed the wall separating him from Edward Elric were so glaring, so painfully there. In darkness, Roy could not escape the wiry lightness of the body, unencumbered by automail, or the coolness of the creature's skin; forced to rely entirely upon touch, the differences in the way the homunculus felt and moved could not be escaped either.

But in this dim half-light, dusked by the flickering lamplight, Roy could see it more easily. In the shape of the face, the body. The smell, the texture of the skin. "Edward," he whispered.

"Yes," said Lust, and closed his eyes. A human lover would be offended, at best, at being used as a substitute for another. Lust just placed his black hands behind the small of his back to conceal them.

Roy could have broken in half. He lowered his lips to his lover's chest, kissed, and rubbed his cheek against that smooth skin, and if he were sobbing a little, there was no one to know but the two of them. "I miss you so much," he whispered, tightness in his chest.

"I'm here."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you how much I loved you. It seemed like there was so much ... so much time. I had years. You were so young, Edward. I didn't want it to be just sex and nothing else, but ..."

"It's okay." A delicate hand landed on the back of Roy's head, and he turned a little into the touch as his lover brushed fingers through his hair. "It's okay, you didn't know."

Absolution. Edward's voice. "I wasted all that time ... you hated me."

"I couldn't have hated you."

"You did. You did. You would say ... ridiculous things, such stupid things, such childish things, and I laughed at you but secretly I loved you and I loved all the childish things you did. I wanted to tell you, I wanted you to know that you were loved, that I didn't really think you were laughable, but I didn't say it, and I'm sorry ..." His throat closed. His chest ached.

"Shhhh." The other hand joined the first, going around Roy's shoulders as he pressed his face to his lover's narrow chest to press away the sting in his eyes. "You didn't know. You couldn't have known."

"That doesn't make it okay."

He wrapped his arms around the homunculus' waist and looked up toward the creature's face; eyes still closed, it was Edward, Edward under his cheek, in his embrace. It was Edward's soft lips, Edward's sharp jawline, and the angled sweep of golden eyebrow was Edward's as well. Roy shifted a bit, unfolded himself to lay more closely to his lover's body, and kissed those lips, those eyebrows. Lust tilted up his chin, lipping blindly for Roy's mouth. "I cherished you so much," Roy told him, "but I never let you know."

"It's all right. I know now." And Roy choked a little again, and pressed his mouth to Edward's, ran his hand down Edward's belly and around Edward's waist once more to pull him closer. His lover responded eagerly, pressing his lithe body to Roy's and opening his mouth for Roy's tongue, and only the slightly metallic, almost oily taste of the homunculus' mouth spoiled the illusion.

Thin, soft fingers stroked Roy's back, soothing, forgiving, down his hips and thighs, then up again to his chest, down to his groin. He moaned softly into that ardent mouth as his cock was gently teased to harden once more, and he shifted to straddle the slender body of his lover, thighs spread to allow for more contact. This touch knew him, confidently moved over his fresh erection to handle him exactly the way that could make him shiver with desire.

"Edward," he groaned.

"No more," whispered the mouth against his. "Don't hurt yourself anymore. It's all right. Let me make you feel good again."

He remained on his hands and knees while Lust slithered down the ruffled sheets between his legs, kissing down his chest and belly to take his erection in hand, and then in mouth. This was how Lust liked him best, kneeling down with his elbows on the mattress, for reasons Roy did not comprehend. Edward had always preferred Roy on his back, another way in which Lust differed from his template in sex.

With no particular need to breathe, Lust could take Roy deep into his throat, and didn't mind if Roy thrust and fucked his mouth. Arms went around Roy's thighs to hold him as Lust threw all of his considerable talents into milking Roy's cock. Wet tongue, warm throat, hard suction ... having just come, it took Roy a long time to come again, groaning and helpless to the thing latched between his legs, but Lust's patience was infinite. Head down, Roy moaned Edward's name when he did finally come, and Lust seemed more pleased than anything else.

"I'd stay like that all the time if I could," said Lust once Roy was laying on his side again, sweating and panting for breath.

"I imagine Colonel Hobbs would have something to say about that," murmured Roy, drowsily.

Lust laughed, softly, musically. "I bet he'll have something to say just about the fact that I slept in here with you tonight behind a locked door. Let's give him something to really complain about. Let me blow you tomorrow during one of your boring meetings."

A moment before, Roy would have said he was too tired to laugh with his homunculus lover. He would have been wrong.

"I'm serious," said Lust. He didn't sound the least bit weary; the creature had never slept at all, to the best of Roy's knowledge, and possibly never needed to. "I'll crawl under the table and settle between your legs, and just start using my mouth on you while you're talking about dull things like tanks and latrines. Nobody has to know what I'm doing."

"I'm pretty sure they'd know what you were doing if you disappeared under the table," murmured Roy. When Lust squirmed like a held cat and drew in a breath to continue, Roy said, "Be quiet now. I'm really tired."

"I wore you out." Smug.

"Yes. Hush now."

Roy was close to sleep, and barely aware of it when Lust wiggled free of his tight embrace and moved off the bed.



Waking was a struggle, dragging himself up from the depths of unconsciousness as if clawing toward the surface of the earth. The sounds being repeated in his ear took a long time to resolve into words, and even after Roy was sitting up and looking around, he wasn't quite aware of his surroundings.

"General," said Hawkeye once more. "Wake up. Call for you from Central, General. Wake up, sir. General Mustang."

She was shaking him gently, and he touched her wrist to get her to stop. He felt drunk, brought up out of a dead sleep so suddenly; the window was still dark, so why was he awake? The bed was empty. "Lust," he said, and slurred a bit.

"Over there, sir. There's a call for you from Central. Please get up, sir, and come take it."

Central. Central. Fuck. Coherency was returning fast, but the weight of his body's desire to sleep was dragging on all his limbs, and cottoning around his mind. "Uniform," he said.

It was Lust who offered it to him, with a glint in his eye which was entirely too smug. Hawkeye, satisfied that Roy was reasonably conscious, let herself out so he could dress.

"You look tired," Lust noted as Roy folded himself into his uniform. The material felt scratchy, dirty and uncomfortable on his skin.

"That's because I am."

"You should get more sleep."

Roy shot the Sin a glare. Lust was leaning against one of the posts at the foot of the bed, relaxed and ready, not hindered in the least by his own lack of sleep. "Stop looking so damned awake," Roy muttered.

The thing stretched, lithe and catlike, bending backwards over the footboard of the bed. He was dressed at least, in what passed for clothing in the Sin's view anyway, and the scraps of black cloth clung to his slender body as he displayed himself for Roy. "Can we come back to bed when you're done and fuck again?"

"No." Roy should have told him that last night. Damn him for being so easily persuaded. If he'd gone straight to sleep instead of indulging in his carnal desires with his always-ready companion, he would have gotten a whole lot more rest and wouldn't be feeling like his brain had been left out to soak.

After stamping his feet into his boots, Roy walked toward the door. Central. No doubt wanting an update on Roy's execution of the war. As little as Roy enjoyed waging war, he liked having to justify his decisions to Central even less.

And on what was, checking his watch, about two hours of sleep. Fuck.

Light fingers landed on his shoulder as he reached for the doorknob. Roy brushed Lust's hand roughly away, and angrily opened the door.