Title: What We Wish For
author: ursweetheartles
warnings: shonen-ai and m/m themes, a little PWP written when boerd
a/n: updating and writing is tough now, with school on again, so bear with me. Unbeta'd so any constructive feedback would be nice, looking for a beta at the moment, mine seems to have decided she likes it in Romania /shrug/
disclaimer: i wrote a nice letter to Hirouma Arakawa asking if she'd like to trade FMA for a nice pan of delicious fudgy brownies. i have yet to hear back from her, maybe she'd holding out for two...
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Ed growled deep in his throat as he slammed the motel door hard. He wanted the figure lounging so languidly on the bed in front of him to know how displeased with him he was at the moment. Not displeased enough to not come when called though, which only made the man smirk harder, if that was even possible. He sat up and moved over, motioning to the boy to come sit down with the practiced ease of someone who had been through this dance many times. In truth he had, this was not the first time he had called the golden haired boy out of the blue, and never once had the boy not shown up. He always put of a facade of reluctance and anger when he arrived, but it fell soon enough. The man was brought back to his present by the intent glare of the blonde, who had already taken off his jacket and thrown it over the bench at the foot of the bed. The eyes held a molten core of desire and hope, hidden behind a sheen of faked annoyance. This made the man smile, he knew Edward would never stop coming when called.
He reached out a hand to touch the side of the boy's face, and smirked once more as he unconsciously pressed into the touch of the rough fabric of the gloves he wore, white with red circles and lines, a meticulous pattern made with intent. The boy was beautiful now, his eyes half lidded now, his lips parted ever so slightly. The older one leaned forwards then, claiming those lips fiercely with his own, the force behind the kiss bruising. Edward moaned slightly into the kiss, all hints of his earlier annoyance and displeasure gone in the face of the begin ing of the realization of his desire. His mouth opened slightly when prodded and he allowed the dark haired alchemist above him to explore the cavity, claiming it as his own.
The blonde let himself be steered backwards, leaned slowly by the gloved hands, one tangled in golden hair, tugging the braid free, and the other on his hip, wrapped tightly on the leather covered flesh. It wasn't long before the boy was flat out on his back, with the rough fingers dragging the customary black tank up the boy's chest, breaking the kiss only momentarily to pull it up over his head and toss it behind him, Edward's mouth open and panting hot breath from the intensity. His hands reached upwards, sliding over the front of the white uniform shirt the man atop him wore before fumbling with the buttons, senses still thick with the now awakened lust for the man. He only got halfway down before, frustrated, he pulled popping buttons from the fabric. The man chuckled, teasingly.
"Eager are we? As stunningly handsome as I am, Im not surprised."
"Bastard" Edward hissed from below him, eyes narrowing, some of the annoyance and anger from before creeping back in. The intensity made his eyes glow, and the man smiled. It was worth it to push the boy, to wind him up and let him go. But never without some way to control him. The man placed on rough glove on the boy's firm stomach and traced downwards gently, tickling the skin, swirling around the belly button and coming to rest on the button to his pants. Roy could see the tightness that ad already formed there. He shifted to the side and bent his face to Edward's again, swallowing the gasp the boy let out as he pressed his eyes shut and his hips up into the man's hands.
It was easy enough then to lift his hips slightly and slide the leather off of the hot flesh underneath, leaving the boy bear to the cheap motel sheets beneath them. He blushed at the new completeness of his nudity, turning his face away slightly, but when the dark haired man snaked his hand out to ghost over his hip the boy relaxes again, eyes closing, mouth falling slightly open. There is slight shuffling as he is shifted upwards, and a hot mouth comes down on his fast ad hard, feeding the urgency of the moment and leeching the energy from the blonde.
The mouth drew away then, though the man's finger's still rasped against the tender skin of the boy's hips, thighs, slowly circling closer to the hardness that pressed from between his legs. The boy's mouth opened and closed weakly on air, missing the contact with the soft lips he had had moments before, but when the man shifted and laid those same lips lightly on Edward's inner thigh he gasped in pleasure, almost forgetting the absence he had been lamenting. His eyes screwed tight again as the mouth engulfed his need, hot wet and immediate, forcing an unconscious breathy squeak from his own mouth.
The blonde was so wrapped up in the pleasure he was feeling he hardly noticed the slicked fingers circling behind him, tracing the cleft of his ass until they reached the opening hidden between them. He winced slightly, jumping in surprise when the first finger entered, but quickly relaxing into the routine, and as another finger was added he began to buck against them, moving the fingers to press against that spot inside of him that shot sparks across his world.
He registered the withdrawal of that perfect mouth once again, and he was still momentarily disappointed, but this time he had a clear and definite idea of what was coming, so he didn't dwell on the feeling. He shifted himself willingly this time, laying back again, spreading his legs and locking them around, behind the broad back of the dark haired man who smirked down at him now, his pants pulled down around his knees, his own weeping erection pressed tightly to Edward's small opening. The boy closed his eyes tightly when he felt the shaft pressing into him, and his breath escaped in a hiss. The man barely stopped to let him adjust before withdrawing and pistoning himself back inside, the movement so soon causing the blonde to groan in obvious pain between clenched teeth.
The more the man man moved though, the more the cries switched from pain over to pleasure, and soon Edward was squeezing with his own legs, trying to get the man deeper inside him. He could feel the fire building in his stomach with every thrust, with every grunt, with every labored breath until the fire felt like it would take over his entire sense of himself, leaving him with nothing but tis white hot heat. It was then, with a shuddering moan that the boy buried in the older man's neck, tightly gripping his shoulders, that Edward peaked, his seed splashing onto his own body, and slicking himself against the man above him, who came shortly on his heels, filling the boy with sticky warmth before slumping atop him, panting and sheened with sweat. Edward let his eyes fall closed then, let the warm arms encircle him, and let his lips form one word, whispered so quietly it was almost just a sigh.
"Roy" Edward smiled and snuggled closer to the form, trying to hold onto this bliss for as long as he could. He shifted, knowing how quickly this could fade. He still whimpered when the man pulled away to sit on the edge of the bed, and his form relaxed, shifting and rippling, the jet black hair lengthening and taking on a green tint, eyes lightening to a deep violet, smirk curling into a deadlier shape.
"Honestly Chibi-san, you must realize how pointless this is. Its a good thing I enjoy your body so much or I wouldn't be humoring you here. This really isn't healthy behavior." His hand reached out to touch the boy's cheek but now he shied away from the touch, the illusion shattered. Envy grabbed the boy's face roughly and turned it to face himself, "Honestly, its almost like rape, using his body like that without his permission." The evil gleam flooded but amethyst eyes, "What do you think he'd say if he knew you came here every week and cried out under such a perfect copy of him? Do you think he'd be able to look at you ever again, without the image haunting his brain?" The boy blushed and looked away, avoiding Envy's eyes. The sin smiled widely and wickedly. He could see the shame and self hatred written across the boy's face, the molten core of embarrassment that shown in his eyes, as if to say steer clear of me, im dirty, im contaminated, im damaged goods.
That's exactly how Envy wanted the boy. Because he really did want the boy. Maybe he had to wear this disguise for the boy to let him touch his beautiful body, but he was damn sure to make sure nobody else was going to get anywhere near his prize.
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Edward always waited on the bed in silence until Envy left, only then rising to take a long hot shower, trying to scrub away the dirt he felt on his very soul. He shivered in slight pain as he stepped beneath the burning hot spray in the bathroom. He always wondered afterwards why he came over, what he had needed os badly. He always promised himself here that he would never come again, that the next time He heard that perfect copy of Mustang's voice give him the address and room number for a motel he would just hang up and leave. He always let himself open up here, locked in a bathroom he would never step foot in again. He let hot tears run down his face and mingle with the water that slicked him body.
It had been bad enough when it had all been inside his head. When he would close his eyes and see that bastard's smirk, not being able to avoid thoughts of him, the sound of his voice, the softness of his skin, the power that danced from his fingertips when he snapped, the sheer cocky perfection the man commanded. It was too much.
Then Envy had found out, and the sin had exploited it to his advantage, offering him something he had honestly thought to be impossible: a chance to live that fantasy, to have the man above him murmuring in pleasure, skin shifting against skin, hot wet breath on his neck. But it wasn't real, and it didn't last. Envy always changed back before he left, as a reminder to the blonde that he was the only one who could give him such a thing, the only one willing to look beyond the flaws and the cracked exterior. But the sin also made it clear that he was only doing it as long as he got something out of the deal, something from Edward that only Edward could give.
a/n: so this is probably a oneshot, unless someone wants it go somwhere in which case i'll try my hardest to push it there.