Naturally, I don't own ANY of the characters…I only wish that I did..All I own is the idea….
He's watching me, I can feel his eyes on me and so I sit up. "You remember last month when a bunch of bodies showed up? Well, those bodies were once girls that worked here. The killer is nicknamed Johnny, and for good reasons. He acts like a john, just wanting what everyone here wants. Well, when the girls leave with him, they never comes back. King Bradley sent me here to find this man and stop him. The girls don't know why I'm here. The only one who knows is Valkyri. Bradley wants me to find this killer and stop him so the bodies of dead hookers will stop piling up on the doorstep." I never take my eyes off of him. But his face shadows and rage shows in his eyes.
"So you're just bait." He replies. All I can do is nod. He's getting madder every second. I try to comfort him.
"It's fine, I can handle this. But there's just one problem. Valkyri won't let me work. All I can do is dance." I spit out the sentence in anger. "I'm not allowed to work the streets. She thinks I'll take all the customers."
"I can see why." I shoot a glance his way, one regal eyebrow raised in question.
"What do you mean?"
"Drop it."
"No."
I fight the urge to smack him and try to be the adult in the conversation, but he beats me to it. "Look, we're not kids, so let's not act like them ok?" I just snort and stand up.
"I need to change." I throw my hat onto the broken table in the corner by where he's sitting. It shoots by his head and lands on the scared wood. I make my way over to the only dresser in the room and pulls out my favorite sleeping shirt and a pair of black boxers. Pausing, I cast a glace over my shoulder. "I'll be right back." He just nods.
I dart into my tiny hallway and throw myself into the bathroom. Why? Why did I bring him here?! I should have just acted as though I never saw him. If I get caught with him in my room, Valkyri will have my head mounted on her wall as an example. I wreak my brain trying to think of an excuse to make him leave and come up empty handed. Grumbling to myself, I leave the bathroom.
I make my way back into my bedroom to find him looking around. Tossing my work clothes onto the floor, I reclaim my position on the bed.
"So, what are you doing here?" I ask yet again. Roy looks away and clears his throat.
"I came to make sure you were still alive. They told me that you were more than likely dead. I was sent here to collect a body." I see him shudder at the thought. I shift on the bed, so they think I'm dead!
"Why did they think I was dead?!" I fairly yelp the sentence. He just ignores my question and makes his way over to the bed and sits down next to me.
"You stopped contacting anyone who was outside of this Dump." He says. All I can do is glare at him for being stupid. It should have been obvious why.
"I wasn't allowed to contact anyone. But I did manage to send a note to Al telling him that." I spit back. He takes a deep breath and I think that he's going to yell at me. I brace myself slightly for an argument, but what he's says next almost knocks me off of my own bed.
"Why didn't you contact me? I could have help you!" He asks me. I look away and force myself to think. He's so close, and it's clouding my senses. The ache is started to rear it's head but I try to fight it down. I turn and face him. Our eyes lock and just as I open my mouth to respond to him, he touches me. His hands seem to take on a life of their own and make my leg their new home. The feel of his calloused hand on me has me almost leaping out of my skin.
"I just..I…" I can't help it and I start to stammering. I shivering slightly at the butterfly touch he has on my upper leg, just below my boxers. Our eyes lock, and I can't tell who's breathing starts to accelerate, mine or his. It doesn't matter. His hand trails slowly upward as his other hand pushes me down onto the bed. My eyes are as wide saucers and I can't help but wrap my arms around him as he leans. Our breaths mingle.
"Roy." I whisper the name that has haunted my nightmares. His lips stop just above mine and I fight the urge to whimper. One of his hands grasps the hem of my shirt and his other one is tangled tightly in my hair.
"Edward." He leans down to nibble my ear I moan under him as his teeth graze my skin. Everywhere he's touching is starting to burn. "Edward, all you have to do is to tell me to stop." He tells me. I shift away until our eyes lock once more.
"What if I don't say no? What if I say yes?" My voice is ragged and I can hardly breath.
"God, Ed, you have no idea, do you? I've wanted this for a long time, longer than you can imagine. You...you're beautiful, I have always thought so. I'm a selfish man and if you let me, I'll take everything...Only if you let me," it comes out as a jumbled mess but the confession had been locked away for too long to be elegant.
I feel my face light up like a christmas tree. I've longed to hear those words. "Roy?" I try to gather my thoughts and pause for a moment, biting my lip hard before plunging ahead, "I think...I KNOW I like you too. I think I always have. I just..." I stumble and push him away with the thought that crosses my mind, turning my expression hard, "I will not be another one of your famous one night stands," My voice is cold and could rival Valkyri's.
"You are not one of my one night stands. I want you more than for your body." He finally kisses me. His lips are like silk as they meet mine and I gasp into it. But I won't let him have all the fun and I push my lips back onto his. Soon I feel his tongue along my lower lip, begging me to let him in. I crack them a bit, a little shy at first, but then his tongue meets mine.
It as though my mouth has been lit on fire with the sensations. The faintest hint of the wiskey that he had been drinking, and peaches. That's is all I can taste as our tongues battle for dominance. My head is reeling, and my heart starts to try and pound out a rhythm that matches the one in his chest. I untangle my hands from the back of his shirt to start undoing the cumbersome thing.
(AN: Ok, if you are skittish about lemons. DO NOT READ BEYOND THIS POINT!!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED SO NO WHINING TO ME THAT YOU DON'T LIKE IT!!!!)
I gasping for air as he breaks away when I slide the cloth off his shoulders. Suddenly, I spot a scar. "Where did you get this?" I ask him softly.
"I got that a long time ago." The sentence is short but I can tell he'd rather not talk about it. I take the hint and just slide my hands back up the pale torso to tangle again in his hair, pulling him back down into a fiery kiss. Our tongues move together in a sensual dance and his hands are once again wandering down to the hem of my shirt. Inch by mere inch he eases it up my body. I swear that he's trying to drive me crazy. As it reaches my chest, he suddenly begins to trail butterfly kisses down my jaw bone. Just as he makes it to my neck, so does my shirt.
Breaking contact only long enough to pull it the rest of the way off, he goes back to work on my neck. It's like he knew without me telling him that my neck was one of my buttons. Biting and nipping, he makes his way down to the shining hoops in my nipples. I can't help it, and I start moaning louder to the feathery touches, my skin feeling like someone has lit a fire under it. My eyes slam shut and I can't help but writhe under him.
Suddenly I feel his tongue on the hoop. I let out what sounds like a gasp as his mouth teases the nub. He starts to swirl it around with his tongue and I think the sensation will cause me to have a heart attack. My hands clench his hair almost painfully. He just keeps on teasing the nub and the silver with his teeth. Lost in the feeling, it takes me a second to realize that his other hand has come to life.
My body acts on its own, back arching into his touches as his hand explores the shape and curves of my body. When it strikes the onyx crossbones, my eyes fly open and I have to keep from shoving his hand down to my groin.
"Rooooyyyy." My voice is breathy and tries to catch in my throat. Suddenly all of his movements stop and I almost punch him. "What are you doing?! Don't you dare stop!" I beg, wiggling against him.
He shoots me a wicked smile that causes me to melt slightly before he begins a trail with his tongue to meet with his hand. He dips his tongue in into my belly button, snaking it around the crossbones. I feel his hands on the elastic of my boxers and I tremble slightly. He coaxes my hips up and painfully slowly, he slides them down my legs. Sitting above me, he just stares at me.
As he stares at me, my heart starts to pound harder. What if he doesn't like what he sees? What if he just thinks that I'm too skinny and young? I would die if he did want me after all of this. Not once has anyone ever looked at my body, and here he is just staring at me. A lump rises in my throat and I almost let out a cry. Suddenly, a blush paints itself all over his face and I follow his line of sight. Our eyes meet and I blush even harder as his eyes eat me.
His hands trail all over my body and come to brush my hair out like a halo around my face. "Ed." His voice is husky and deep. He leans down and kisses me softly. I wrap my arms wrap around him, hearing him hiss slightly as the cool auto-mail touches his bare back. My hands meet with his pants.
"No fair, you still have your pants on." I growl at him. He smiles at me, his eyes blazing with lust.
"You'll just have to fix that problem won't you?" Roy replies. I let my hands glide down his back again, raising slight goosebumps as they go. They meet the edge of the pants and I let one hand slowly and agonizingly start to tug down his zipper. His eyes snap shut as I wrap my hand around his shaft. He groans and his hands ball into fists in my sheet.
I lean up and start to nip at his pale neck, sucking on it and I pull him closer with my free hand. He's gasping and moaning with each stroke I give him. Finally, I just let go and pull him fully on top of me. Our bodies meet for the first time and I gasp at the same time he lets out a throaty moan. We both pause, gasping for air and trying to keep our sanity. We lay still for a moment, and I decide to make the first move.
Bucking my hips up into his Roy cries out at the sensation. The sensation is overwhelming and I bury my face in his shoulder and sink my teeth slightly into his pale skin . My muffled moans are joined with his. Roy gasps and picks up the pace, grinding his hips hard into mine. I try to pick the pace up more, wanting every inch of him. But every time I try to take control, he slows down. Suddenly he stops.
He pulls away from me. "Stop that." He growls into my ear. All I manage is a few whimpers and thrust against him harder again. Gasping, he collapses back on me.
Slowly, he takes control again. Ever so slowly, he grinds against me. Softly and slowly till he's got me writhing against him. "Rooooooooyyyyyy!" I groan his name, bucking against him, my body begging him to move faster. The bastard just grins at me.
"Problems?" he whispers, slowing his movements even more. I feel as though my body is on fire, and I'm so close that it hurts. He's driving me crazy slowly and it feels like heaven and hell have met. By now all I can do is gasp for air and try to buck against him harder.
"Roy, please please stop teasing me!" I'm begging him, dropping all my defenses just to make him stop tormenting me. He just pauses and lays there on top of me. My eyes snap open. "ROY!" I cry out. The bastard just watches me.
"Yes?"
"What the hell? Please Roy, please! I was so close!" I don't care if I sound like a kid begging for candy, I want him. He just smirks at me and I almost cry as he still lays there on me.
"Really? Well then, I guess I just have to fix that problem won't I?" He purrs into me ear. I sudder at the feeling of his breath against me.
"Roy please." I groan his name, eyes begging as well.
He stop me. "Edward, I don't think you know what I mean." I narrow my eyes for a moment before it dawns on me.
"I think I do, and I am." I wrap my arms around him and pull him in for a quick kiss. He studies me for a long moment, taking in the steady expression of desire in my eyes and he finally gives in.
"Very well then" He places three fingers on my lips. It takes me a second to realize what he's asking for. Pulling them into my mouth, I nip and suck on them, coating them liberally. Roy's face turns slightly redder every second. Pulling them out, he presses his lips against mine as he slowly slides one in. I wince, but kiss back, my breathing regaining its former harshness.
As quickly as he can, he slips a second finger in. My eyes snap open, and a whimper escapes slightly. "It'll get better, I promise." He whispers in his my ear. The pain is slightly unbareable. My eyes water with the pain. It hurts, but I trust him. Roy nips at my neck and makes his way back down to my nipples. Rolling it around with his tongue, he tries to occupy me as he manages to slide the third finger in.
I cry out at the blinding pain. "Roy!" My voice is laced slightly with it. I feel as though I'm being split apart, and it takes all of myself control not to cry.
"Shhhh. It will get better, I swear." He whispers into the shell of my ear. All I can do is nod and snap my eyes shut. He starts to scissor his fingers, stretching me. The pain is blinding me, not showing any end. I'm wiggling against him slightly, tears in my eyes. He begins to pump in and out of me, trying to prepare. Suddenly the pain melts away as he hits a point deep inside of me. I moan out loud, the feeling making me float.
He angles his fingers to brush against it a few more times causing me to wither and groan against him. Finally he slides his fingers out and moves to position himself between my legs. Leaning in, he steals one last kiss before he pushes into me.
I bite my lip to keep from crying out. It's pure agony. All I can feel is pain as he fills me. He pauses, waiting for me to adjust to the sensation of him being in me. It feels like I'm going to split apart. But I can take the pain. I want him so badly.
I'm panting under him, both of us as still as statues. I want him to move though, to feel that sensation of ecsasy. I buck against him, making him sink deeper into me and I try not to cry out. He takes the lead and begins a nice steady rhythm with his hips. At first it feels like he's just trying to kill me, but then, he hits that little spot that has me arching off of the bed and making us press chest to chest. I let out a deep throated moan and he groans in response. Picking up the pace he makes sure to brush that magic little spot.
I'm writhing under him, the sensation of him in me hitting that spot has my head spinning and a hot, bright sensation has started to fill me. My eyes meet that back of my head as he slams in to me, lost in passion. Our bodies form into one and I'm gasping and panting as he slams into me. Its starting to be much and I can feel the passion building and an end is showing its head.
I pull him to me tighter , and our lips clash together. Sweat mingles together as our foreheads meet. I match his pace and our bodies slide against one another, the rhythm perfect. The sensations washing over me has he pounds into me. Then he does something I never expected.
He reaches down, his hand sliding down my chest to wrap around my shaft. I arch into his hand, the fire inside me building and has my head spinning around. Its incredible, like nothing I've ever felt. He strokes me with each thrust of his hips and I can feel my climax coming. I try to bit my lip, but I cave.
"Roooooyy." I groan his name, letting out everything I'm feeling. He shudders on top of me.
"Edward, don't you hold out on me. Fair is fair is it not? Come on now. You know you want to." He gasps in my ear. I'm gasping for air, moaning his name harder and longer, getting closer with each stroke and pound. "Cum for me Ed, do it." He breaths it into his my ear.
It's that little sentence sends me over the edge. I throw my head back and cry his name from deep in my throat. My seed crashes out of me, each pulse pulling me farther and farther under that way of pure pleasure. He slams into me a few more times before I feel his heat slash across my insides. Roy cries my name, collapsing on me and shuddering.
Our hearts are beating to the same melody, a frantic tune that is trying to slow. Finally, we both start to breathe easier and softer. I crack open my eyes, watching his face as he gasps for air, bliss written all over it. He opens his eyes and our eyes lock.
"Wow." It's all I can manage to whisper before he kisses me gently. He just nods before he lifts me up in his arms bridal style. He's extremely careful and keeps our mess on us and only us.
"Where is your bathroom?" He asks me softly. I just point down the hall and he carries me into the grungy room. He holds to him tightly as he turns on the water. I kiss his neck, leaving my mark. Although I can think about little, I still smile as I kiss his pale skin. All this time it was me he wanted. Not some random girl, not just any man, but me. He steps under the spray with me still in his arms.
"Ed?" His voice his low and I can hear the satisfaction in it.
"Yes?" I cling to him as the warm water washes me clean.
"I…well..I love you Edward Elric." The confession is whispered into my hair, but I hear it all the same. A grin paints itself all over my face. For a night, all is perfectly right.
"I love you too Roy Mustang." As I say the words, I know that no matter what, it will always be him. I push aside the worry at what Valkyri will do to me and just let the man who really owns me kiss me as the water pours over us.
*AN: NO THIS IS NOT THE END OF THE STORY..I just..well…couldn't write anymore because of the tissue shoved up my nose. But don't worry, Val IS going to find out..and what will happen to our poor Ed then…?
