This set of ficlets was derived from the FullMetal Alchemist Pairing Machine at bitalchemy. tonakaistudio .com/pairingmachine/fma/fma-lite.html (remove the spaces) Therefore, the pairings are varied, and some a bit strange. But I feel as though you'll find something of interest, as long as you just take a moment to look around.

Pairing/Character(s): Lust/Ed
Rating: Hard R
To Include: Table, candy, angst.

Drabble:
It was obvious that Ed never had much time for anything but searching for the Philosopher's Stone; the quest to make his brother real again consumed his life and everyone who came in contact with him knew that. He was driven, focused, totally absorbed by what he saw as his life's one goal, and no one would dare say anything different about him or even think that there was more that filled his mind.

That's how everyone saw him. Ed knew that and didn't really care at all, but it suited his needs, so he never did anything to discourage the thoughts. When he was around others, Ed spoke only to convey what he needed, or where he was going, never getting any deeper into his real self; not divulging his wants, fears, hopes, or dreams to anyone else, feeling that they were just burdens that he would do best to put behind him.

He tried his best, he honestly did, to put all of those things behind him, but there was one that just wouldn't leave him alone. The urges of the flesh, the want of his body to be touched and caressed grew tenfold over the years he spent searching for the Stone, and even though he did everything he could to ignore it, some nights he just couldn't.

It was then that his warm, flesh hand would trail down, indecisive at first, slow, before it found the clasp on his pants and pulled it apart, unzipping the tight leather right afterwards. His hips would shift then, dragging his pants down a little until he had enough space to slip his hand in them and free his pulsing cock from there confines. It always invariably happened while he was seated at whatever table was in the room, doing the research he had for the day, so it was also with another constant move that he reached out to grab the rough wooden edge of the piece of furniture with his automail hand, supporting himself as he wrapped his fingers gently around his shaft, giving it a few slow, gentle pumps to start.

He always made sure that Alphonse was gone and would stay gone for a while before he allowed himself this fleeting pleasure, because the last thing he wanted to do was get caught by his brother while doing this. After a moment, he would let his eyes drift closed as his hand stated to pump harder, gliding over his now engorged flesh with a bit more friction than was really comfortable but Ed wasn't willing to buy any sort of lube; he didn't want anyone to stumble across it and he didn't want to have a physical object in his possession that would remind him over and over again that he couldn't control himself.

So even though the first few minutes of his self-ministrations were slightly painful, he ignored it, knowing that soon, enough precum will have formed at the tip of his head for him to use as a natural lubricant. When he finally felt the tips of his fingers grow slick with that fluid, he coated himself with it best he could and then started to go harder; it was only then that the vision of a woman filled his mind's eye, and only then that he allowed himself, for just the briefest of moments, to fantasize.

He himself was disgusted at the body and face that filled his thoughts as he did this, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't banish her from his thoughts. She was ever true to her name, even to someone who saw her as one of his greatest enemies, and without fail Lust always wormed herself into his fantasies every chance she got. Maybe it was her long, wavy hair that shone as inky black as the night sky and looked as though it would be prefect to tangle his fingers in, or the way her voluptuous breasts were barely concealed by the very low neckline of her dress and seemed like they would warm to his touch instantly, or maybe it was the fact that those gloves that covered her long, elegant arms and hands looked as though they would feel wonderful wrapped around his throbbing erection; he wasn't sure what attracted her to him to, but he knew that something did.

So as Ed sat there, his hand wrapped around his straining cock, he thought about her, what it would be like to have her hands and her lips and her body on him, what it would be like to feel her beside him, feel her pleasuring him. Those fantasies, the fleeting touch of her lips to the head of his cock, the brief brushes of his fingertips across her nipples, and the harsh but fulfilling joining of their two bodies, the feeling as his dick slipped into the tight sheath of her body and took her completely, they got him through the quick and dirty hand job, allowed him to pump himself to completion through the self loathing and disgust he felt at giving into those urges that compelled him to think of her.

When he finally finished and felt his release spill out over his hand, he shook himself to free his mind of those thoughts and once he cleaned himself went to his bag, pulling out a small hard candy and popping it into his mouth, needing something to clear his mouth of the taste of bile that always seemed to form over the course of his actions. He had tried, over and over and over, to stop himself from thinking of her like that, but sometimes, the images of that body in his mind were the only things that stopped him from going crazy under all the stress.