Author's note: My very first fanfiction. Not too bad, I should think. This was done as a companion to an illustration:
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He didn't know what to do. How to react. He was helpless.
His brain screamed out against what was happening, regretting furiously that it had allowed the situation to come to this. It commanded his body to stop the muscular man smirking at him in that predatory way, moving slowly up the bed towards him. But his body fought his brain almost as violently, leaving him to squirm indecisively, weakened by uncertainty and ecstasy while Roy forcibly parting the hesitant young man's legs with two firm grips on his inner thighs. Never had Ed wanted and not wanted something so badly. Roy assumed his position between Ed's legs with the all power and grace of a tiger, supporting himself with one fist on the bed while his other hand ran lightly down the center of Ed's body. The blonde, sweating young man betrayed himself with a sharp and sudden intake of breath.
The light from the street lamps cast a yellow glow about the room through the blue darkness.
Ed bucked his hips in angry useless convulsions, arching his back, twisting his wrists, balling his fists, and attempting to do something, anything about the black-haired fire alchemist, whose hot, almost burning hands were working on the young man's belt. He struggled against his common sense, against the rope with which Roy had so tightly and expertly tied Ed's hands to the bedpost before he'd had a chance to change his mind, against the sweet agony coursing through his body and preventing him from stopping Roy verbally or physically. A few times he opened his mouth to protest merely to find that he could only emit sporadic repressed gasps. His own body had betrayed him. His mind was clouded and useless with emotion and confusion. He was helpless. Utterly helpless. He tried to close his legs, to repel the man from reaching the area now hypocritically throbbing in desire.
His hands above his head. His shirt off. His head thrown back, breathing in heavy gasps, he had never felt so exposed or so vulnerable, writhing and twisting under the gaze of the stronger man. He was sure that Roy could hear his heart beating frantically. He was aware that a furious blush had spread across his face when he heard the slow and deliberate sound of pants being unzipped.
He jerked his head up. Roy's eyes – black, deep, and bright with mischievous intent – smiled and smirked as they met the wide amber eyes of the miserably elated and deliciously horrified young man. All the while, the man did not stop his work. Looking deep into Ed's face, he continued, ever so slowly, to remove his last remaining defense.