OK, due to the fact that I've had a lot of people asking me, and I actually want to, the story "8th Sin" is:
1) being revised…
and
2) being CONTINUED! hurrah!
So… uhh… well, I wasn't sure where I was actually going with it, but I'm trying to work out a plot as I go… uh…
If you don't like the direction I take it, I'll work something out. If you do like it- tell me, then I can weigh up which way was better!
Characters may get a little not-how-they-really-are, but… eh, that's kinda the point. I'll try keep them as true as I can. I've not seen FMA for a couple of years, so forgive me if I get something wrong. I'll try reference, but no promises!
That said, its not mine, I have no money, and I really like keeping lawyers away from me!
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Edward Elric's lower back slammed into the paper-laden wooden desk, making him utter a sharp cry of pain.
"Quiet Fullmetal!" Roy Mustang scolded-- or rather ordered.
"I-I-I'm sor-ry" Edward stammered. "I'm j-just so... so..."
"So, what?" Barked out Mustang,
"... scared" Edward whispered,
Mustang cocked an eyebrow, a smirk gracing his face. "Scared? The great Fullmetal Alchemist? Of what?" He began to close in the space between them, each word laden with sarcasm. Fullmetal gripped the edges of the desk, his breath hitching. "Of what?" Mustang repeated. "Me?"
He swallowed hard. A softly spoken, "Yes."
Mustang smirked before reaching out to take Fullmetals' famous red coat off and draped it carelessly aside across the disarray of desk. "You have a right be. Don't you?"
Edward remained silent causing Roy to snap his eyes to the younger alchemists face. His hand snatched up his jaw firmly. "I said,don't you?"
"Yes," Fullmetal replied shakily.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes... Tasia... sir..."
He smiled wickedly. "Well not to worry... I'll be gentle. Just like last time..."
Before Fullmetal even had a chance to blink, his shirt was ripped off his delicate frame, and Mustang's tongue was taking on a life of its own, thrusting into the younger boys' warm mouth. Quickly catching on, Edward began to undo Mustang's shirt, which soon pooled to the floor. Their body heat ignited once they touched, with a startling contrast to Edward's low body temperature due to his automated limbs. Roy moved his hands behind Ed to place a firm grip on his ass while continuing the possessive assault with his mouth.
Mustang was the first to grow firm, a feeling that could be recognized through the thick fabric of the winter uniform trousers. He pushed himself closer to Edward, ravishing his mouth with a few lustful, demanding swipes. His member was beginning to ache now; he needed some kind of relief. An idea struck him and he quickly broke his and Fullmetal's feverish kiss. Fullmetal reached for him once again but Mustang refused his touch instead undoing his pants.
"On your knees, Alchemist." he spat the prestigious title as if it was the words commonly used on the lowest whore. He smiled at the comparison- the fearless Fullmetal as his willing, submissive bitch.
Without hesitation, Fullmetal dropped to his knees like a faithful servant. A wide smile of satisfaction filled Mustangs' face once he felt Ed's tongue begin to glide down his stomach, swirling around his navel. He pulled Mustangs' pants lower beginning to reveal his 'V'. He kissed each of his hipbones before yanking his pants down to his ankles. Mustangs' erection stood tall through his white boxers. Fullmetal's apprehension grew as he pulled them down as well, the worry coiling in his stomach like a poisonous worm.
Edward stared on in astonishment at all the intensity of feeling he had managed to work up in the older man. Mustang looked down on him, his eyes impatient, wanting, lusty.
"Go on then... Now."
He refocused on his colonel's member, taking a hold of it gently to place the slitted tip into his mouth. Slowly, he slid his mouth down to the base-making Mustang hiss and moan in pleasure. As Fullmetal went back up his teeth accidentally scraped the sides of Mustangs' throbbing and needy cock.
"Dammit!! Watch it with the teeth!" Mustang yelled as he pulled Fullmetal up by his long blonde hair to look at him.
"S-s-s-sorry, Tasia," Fullmetal apologized quickly, eyes downcast. The perfect submissive.
Mustang held up a hand, silencing him instantly. "Complete 'O', you understand?"
Fullmetal nodded helplessly. Mustang pushed his head down aggressively making him nearly gag but he wouldn't dare throw up here. Especially not on the Tasia, Roy Mustang, for there would surely be consequences, severe repercussions... his brother did not deserve the fate he would get was this arrangement not a success...
He quickened his pace as he let his head bob, working out Mustangs' length vigorously and with a complete 'O' shaped mouth like he had been ordered. Edward gripped Roy's balls from underneath, massaging them with his flesh hand as fast as his mouth was moving. Mustangs' throaty moans echoed off the walls of the large office, muffed by the books and carpet slightly. He was beginning to near his peak. His hands weaved their way through Fullmetals' hair giving light tugs that soon turned into rough pulls. Edward had long ago lost his hair tie. In fact, it was probably still by the couch...
"Faster, Fullmetal. I plan on cumming before the New Years."
Ed took it upon his wishes, thrusting his mouth down on Mustangs' erection as quickly as possible. He removed his other hand from his balls and began moving it up and down Mustangs' length while he paid extra attention to his tip. He blew out hot air every so often making Roy weak in the knees, leaving him sagging against the cluttered desktop. He began to thrust himself into Edward's mouth, producing a guttural sound. Mustang's moans of relief as he exploded were music to Elric's ears. He turned his head to spit but Mustang grabbed him by his golden hair once again and lifted his chin up.
"Swallow," he commanded.
Edward shut his eyes tightly as he let the warm fluid glide down his throat, slimy, sour and salty. Mustang nodded, obviously satisfied with him. He beckoned Fullmetal to stand and to strip himself. He did without so much as a complaint. He was exceptionally thin and -in Mustangs' eyes- perfect for an easy domination. There he stood, vulnerably naked as a newborn child, yet what he was about to endure was far from innocently sweet. Mustang stalked towards him resembling a predator. Just by looking at his physique, Ed could tell Roy was comfortable in himself. Their eyes locked onto each others- reflecting in one, lust; the others, fear; and finally a bitter resignation. With no words being said, Mustang grabbed Fullmetal by the shoulder and spun him until he was bent over the paper-strewn desk. There was a pause of silence followed by Fullmetals' loud gasps as Mustang entered him, hard, unprepared, from behind. He held one hand on Fullmetal's shoulder while the other rested firmly on his hip. He pounded swiftly each time catching Edward off guard.
Edwards hand was sliced open by a discarded letter, the crisp new paper cutting through soft, previously unblemished skin. He could do no more than watch the few, scattered droplets of blood dribble silently onto the table, mirroring the split skin from behind him, red rivulets racing to the floor. He prayed there would be nothing stained by it. It would compromise Alphonse in ways he would not dare to think of...
Mustang throbbed inside of him; gripping his shoulder so tightly it started to bruise. He stopped momentarily to brush the hair out of his eyes. Before Edward knew it, Mustang was slamming back into him. He leaned him over until Edward was slouched over the desk taking in his thrusts with a bitten lip, already red from the demanding colonel's actions. Roy grabbed him by his hair and pulled him up, chest to back, causing him to arch painfully. Mustangs' hand left Fullmetals' hip and moved it to his front to begin jacking him off.
Fullmetal let out strangled moans, the pleasure becoming all too great, as the shame of this action killed him a little more inside. Beads of sweat were beginning to glisten off his pale neck. Instinctively Mustang flicked out his tongue and licked his skin, the rough tongue sending an unwanted rush through Elric. He leaned Ed over once more, now grabbing both sides of his hips. He began to work aggressively, putting all of his strength into each thrust, shaking the table, and not to mention Edward, viciously. Mustang moved his hands from his sides and moved them over Ed's, which were clawing at the desk, slowly oozing fresh blood still. His hips continued to work quickly as he leaned over the younger male.
He was close and the tightening around his cock told him that the elder Elric brother was too. He picked up magnificent speed, running in and out of Edward until he heard that final cry of release, which elicited from both of them in unison. Mustang slumped over an exhausted Fullmetal, their breathing heavy and choppy. Mustang stood moments later to slide out of Ed, knocking a sheaf of papers to the floor. He silently began to dress still eying the rigid body that lay completely spent on the work desk.
"You will want to get out before Hawkeye returns"
Fullmetal slowly rose from the desk, his legs wobbling as he retrieved his clothes, his hair spreading a light curtain, shielding his eyes. Roy was dressed in no time flat, casually smoothing out his hair and fixing the collar of his own shirt before walking over to Fullmetal. A document file, the only one unsettled from the desk, was placed solemnly in his hands. A brief glance, a dazed nod; Mustang turned away, brushing dust off his slightly ruffled jacket- then he paused, slowly came to face Fullmetal and- ignoring the flinch- grasped Elric's hand. Edward gazed at his metal palm to see a single lock of his own hair, tangled around his hair-tie.
"I told you I'd be gentle."
With that, Mustang dismissed his –whore- -victim- -fuck- subordinate for another day, confident that he would return at the end of the latest mission- bruised, battered, covered in casts and linen strips, but he would fulfil his duty. And it was so much easier to hide the lesson he had planned for the next rendezvous- mixing pleasure and intended pain- when his, ah, student already came with bandages on him. An extra cut here, a burn mark there- explained away by a tough missions explosion or fight.
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end chapter 1.
weeell... I've done better, done worse... please tell me if you think this is better than "8th Sin"; if it isn't, I'll take it down. But I have to have a majority vote on an option!
unfortunately, updates will be disgustingly sporadic, so please don't be mad- I've told you so...
have a pleasant day, and if you're rude I'll cry...
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