You came to my apartment like you were an owner letting an animal out of its cage. And I have allowed myself to become this animal. Fullmetal, it's true.
"Hey Colonel. Doing anything tonight?"
You let me touch you, over your clothes, underneath them. You let me taste your skin. You close your eyes. You tilt your head back. You smile. You open your arms like an angel spreading his wings and I take you down. You let me.
"Feels so good. Yeah. Touch it."
Who am I? Name, rank, purpose, principles mean nothing. I am yours. I will be what you need. Anything you need. The shame will come later.
You put your hand over mine. You push my fingers in deeper. Harder. You glare. Then you shiver. You whimper. Your voice breaks: "Fuck me! Come on, just fuck me, okay?"
You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Golden, flush, shaking, aching. "Yes!" You clamp your legs around me. "Oh, fuck! Yes!" You claw my back when I move. "Just like that! Just like that!" Whatever you want. Anything you want. "You are gonna make me come!" It's yours. All yours.
Everything about this is wrong. But it's almost worth it just to see you this way. To know you this way. You toss your head back and forth. You arch your back. "Oh god!"
I am yours to keep. Yours to use. Yours to forget once you've outgrown me. Don't blame yourself when you realize what this really is, Fullmetal. I let myself become an animal. Maybe one day you'll even forgive me.