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Foolish For You
Chapter Ten
Afternoon Delight

- mirage -

Roy continued preparing the fish and made a complimenting garden salad waiting to see if Ed would wander back inside, but he did not. Roy served two plates and cleaned up his mess before seeking Ed out. On the far side of the deck Ed was leaning into the rail and looking out at the wilderness. Roy crept up and wrapped Ed in a hug causing a fast jolt of alarm and quick gasp.

It took years of his training to accomplish stealth capable of mastering an alchemist, and Ed was appropriately rattled. "What are you doing?" Roy asked, ignoring the fact Ed was blatantly outside sulking.

"Thinking."

Roy slid the tip of his nose up the rim of Ed's ear before biting it playfully. "You think too much."

"That's what geniuses do," Ed mumbled. Roy dropped his head onto Ed's shoulder. "I don't know why he was so mad at me." Ed's shoulders were stiff with his emotional anxiety. "Freaking yelled at me."

"He's not mad."

"You don't know him as well as you think," Ed said, becoming annoyed. Roy was silent because this was true. "He's mad at me. He wouldn't have said I was lazy and always..." Ed trailed off, staring out at the water.

"You didn't like him having that girl over." Roy stated the obvious and Ed was silent. "Aren't you happy for him?"

Ed bristled. "Course I am." Ed turned to face Roy. "I want him to be happy."

"She's making him happy Ed." Ed's face buckled like hearing this was painful. "It's a paradox." Roy sighed, leaning into the rail and looking at the water. "You want him to be happy, but you don't want him to leave you." Ed stiffened. "I can relate. Not to the extreme you two share but," he turned to Ed, "nonetheless." Ed's eyes had welled with tears and Roy straightened up with surprise. "I am sorry," he whispered. He was taken with the fact Ed found his words so powerful.

"I am going to be alone like this forever," Ed muttered, closing those wet golden orbs so the tears were gone. "This is what my sexuality has done for me. Like there weren't enough things that didn't work. Walking around like a cripple wasn't enough ostracism apparently." Ed was sarcastically bitter. "Oh no, not for me." Roy was stunned. "I'll never have what he's having, right now," Ed whispered, and this hurt.

Ed didn't realize how his words degraded Roy. They were Ed's own self critique, but they were also the standard that Ed passed as judgment over the entire world. That meant, in Ed's eyes, every companion he had in life could never amount to that of a heterosexual couple, and likewise, it would be the same for Roy. That based on sexuality alone, they would be forever denied the intimate partnership and romance of their heterosexual equivalents, and what did that really make things now, other than a pointless, fruitless endeavor.

Roy left and went inside. He needed to step away from the moment because his surprise was becoming anger. For a brief minute he had felt sad, and powerfully so for Ed, but what was coming now made him more apt to hit the boy. Was Ed really so childish? Ed's narrow-minded and pathetic view of what they could become made him feel furious and suffocated. It was not robbery of grandeurs visions, but vandalism on something that might be quaintly nice. Where they ended up had nothing to do with the offensive suggestion their means, meant nothing but the blemish of an unmodifiable failure of an end.

Angrily Roy stalked through the kitchen before realizing how quick his pace was. All at once he understood he was running physically from Ed because he was mentally, and the thought one tiny alchemist was enough to flummox him, the mighty colonel, made him crazy. He spun around on his heels and startled Ed who was just stepping back inside.

"Just what do you think I am?" he asked, raising his voice into a demanding command. If he was going to be called a handicap than he had a right to know why. Ed was stunned with the question. He stared blankly looking blindsided with Roy's sudden anger. "Ed, I said, what do you think I am?" Roy asked angrily.

"I—I don't understand what you're talking about," Ed said softly, becoming angry himself. "I don't understand what you're asking," Ed added defensively.

"Why are you here."

Ed went up like a board. "You don't want me here!" Ed cried, dumbfounded.

.

"No, I asked, why are you here?"

"Then why did you invite me!"

Roy felt, momentarily, like he was talking to a nit wit, and he couldn't handle Ed's aggressive tendency to jump to the conclusions of flawed reasoning. He turned and walked to the stairs. He planned to escape to his bedroom where he could lie down and think for a bit, but Ed was not having this.

"Roy!" Ed yelled, stomping forward and blocking his path. "Don't turn your back on me," Ed threatened, lowering his voice to a dangerous tone.

Roy was not intimidated. "Are we dating?" he asked.

Ed was thrown with the topic change. "I—I thought we were." Ed looked worried.

"Then you're my..." Roy trailed off, and Ed shifted uncomfortably when he understood he was meant to answer.

"Boyfriend."

"And I am your..."

"...Boyfriend."

Roy lifted his hands in an outward unfolding motion as if freeing a dove. And that was it. And what was so wrong about that.

"So what don't we have, that Alphonse has?" Roy asked, lifting his eyebrows with a bit of humor. "A vagina?" Ed was speechless. "You're fooling yourself if you think that heterosexual people, or heterosexual couples have it any easier, harder, and most importantly, any different, than we do. Ed, what is the matter with you?" Roy scolded.

"What do you mean?" Ed asked, expression tense with nonplussed mayhem. The jaw line was angry, the brow was worried, and Ed was starting to appear as if he were being pulled in one too many emotional directions to handle. Roy found that strangely fitting for the inaccurate rigmarole Ed had been spewing, and worse, appeared to be thinking!

"Is there supposed to be some big difference between us and them?" Roy asked, disapprovingly. "Is what Alphonse has with whatever woman he finds, supposed to be better than what we might have?" Roy took a step to Ed, and closed the distance between them. "There is no difference between the love of one person toward the love of one person. It is beyond humanity, don't you understand? It is something more powerful than any one man, any king, or any civilization." Roy stepped closer, pressing himself against Ed just enough. Ed was wide-eyed, looking overwrought and grieved with indecision. Roy was fillings in the blanks, and he could tell Ed didn't know how to feel about his priority of placing matters-of-the-heart at the top. Was that practical, or even wise? Was that something conceding to life's realism?

Ed gave his lips a nervous lick, and very softly said, "It is not, that easy."

"It is that easy." Roy's answer was immediate. He stepped up, bringing them flush. He stared down into Ed's eyes so fiercely he thought he could see straight through the golden veil into the golden furnace of Ed's mind. It was in there, churning and churning. "Happiness is not the discriminate beast you seem to think it is," Roy said softly. "It didn't forget about you when your mother died." Ed's eyes rushed with tears, but Roy didn't stop. "When your body was injured, when Alphonse was pushed into the armor, and it didn't forget about you when you decided you liked boys." Ed was a statue, arms tight at his sides, shoulders perfectly level and hard as stone. "I am very lucky," Roy continued. "Because not everyone can see it my way, but I swear to you, it is that black and white. You define your own happiness, and no one can take it away from you, so why would you voluntarily hand it over as if they can?"

Ed's eyes were staring watery globes, and inside his attentive fixation Roy could see that Ed was fascinated, no, entranced by what he was saying, but disbelieving. "But it's easy for you," Ed said softly.

"Yes, it is," Roy agreed. "I am gay, and I don't care what others think of me. I'll be with who I want, and do what I want." He lifted his hand and gently pet Ed's right cheek. "I will love who I want."

"But that's easy for you," Ed repeated, looking disgruntled with Roy's confidence. "You're a colonel. It's not like that for me." Ed gave his head a soft dismissive shake, as if he were remembering things he didn't want to. "I come from a small town, where people have small minds." Roy could only imagine what this meant, and he pictured the worst. Villages made of a single strip of shops where people in suspenders spoke with broken accents and targeted difference like it was the plague. "I hide it," Ed said, voice flat and merciless. "That's all I know." Ed was jealous it was different for others, and Roy could hear it in Ed's angry tone. It was envy, because others did not have to hide it. "You might be able to waltz around, pompous and do what you want. You can order people around, your family's well established, and supportive." Ed gestured to the house they stood in with a rude lift of his hand. "I don't have this. I have a brother, and that's it."

"Alphonse minds that you're gay?" Roy had never even conceived of this before.

"No." Ed was appalled. "But if I went skipping home holding hands with some—with you, it won't be all la-de-da like it is in colonel world!" Roy considered this for a moment. It was hard to imagine what life would be like unable to skip around, as Ed put it. He had excelled into the upper ranks when he was shockingly young because of the war. It was one thing to heckle an unassuming single person, and it was another to try and heckle a ranking colonel, hero of the war, and famous state alchemist. No, that was not all la-de-da.

"So you would change yourself?" Roy asked, with rapt curiosity. "Under those controls? Change yourself?"

"I am not changing anything," Ed snapped, suddenly furious. "I am just being smart about things!"

During adolescence Roy remembered entering, leaving, and lingering in the puberty of a young sex driven young man with friends who spent as much time and devotion to gratification, and the pursuits of gratification, as he did. The difference in desired gender had caused an out of favor feeling, at first, as if not wanting to acquaint himself with women meant something was somehow wrong with him. It had been weird, but to a few he trusted, he confessed his own preference and found his own way. He didn't run around with a sign to advertise, but he didn't tuck his preference away like Ed seemed to have done.

"That's hard for me to imagine," Roy said softly, honestly.

Ed dropped his gaze with a heavy sigh. "Yeah," Ed said miserably. "I am getting that." Ed grabbed the fat screw in the thumb of his automail and thoughtfully twisted it in mock, and in what appeared to be a tick. "Sometimes…" Ed lifted his gaze with a bit of exasperation. "I try to act…I know—I see the differences. I know where they are," Ed said, sounding annoyed. "Traveling around you get a sense for people, and you get an even better idea of what this country expects of its people. It's not easy hopping through towns with a bright red arrow over your head. I have enough problems without my sexual preference causing backlash, and I don't want it taken out on Al either. I, well, I mean, it's just—obvious, in…some of the ways it's obvious. There are, stupid things, even between Alphonse and me. Differences, so, I…just try to fix them." Ed gave an uneasy shrug. "I don't know who I am really fixing them for…but I do it…just the same."

Roy was revolted, and it showed on his face. He rejected this idea in its entirety, and that was when it became clear to him: Ed had no idea what he was doing.

As sure as Roy felt Ed was trying to communicate something about himself, which was very real to the boy, he believed Ed's desperately indecisive ramblings were the result of Ed concurring many things, but never the courage over his own sexuality.

"Give me your hands," Roy said, reaching out and taking Ed's in a firm grasp. "Do I feel like a problem to you?" He lifted their hands between their chests and held tight. "Do I feel undesirably broken? Or maimed?" He moved both of Ed's hands to his right, and Ed was staring at him with wide captivated eyes. "Do I Ed?" Ed shook his head, and blushed when he reached forward with his left hand and laid it over Ed's heart. "Let me see how wrong you feel." He pet his hand slowly across Ed's chest and deliberately to both nipples. They were tiny nubs and Ed shivered when the right one was touched. "No," Roy said softly, stroking his hand up to gently cup Ed's face. "You don't feel broken to me." He ran his thumb across Ed's cheek. "So what does that mean."

"That…" Ed said, voice barely a whisper. "…we're not broken?"

Roy smiled wildly. "So stop trying to fix us," he teased. "Stupid little alchemist."

Ed dove at Roy, pressing his face into Roy's chest and wrapping his arms about Roy's strong chest. Ed smacked Roy painfully with the metal hand, and the blow was so scolding in fashion Roy could almost hear Ed's thoughts: Little!

"I don't think there is anything wrong with you," Roy whispered, petting his hand down Ed's back and loving the feeling of Ed's skin beneath his own. "Everything you do is perfectly fine." Ed was breathing roughly into Roy's body, and Roy held him close. He had been around long enough to know when someone needed a minute, and Ed was breathing like it hurt, and fighting the tears that wanted to come so they wouldn't. "When you first waltzed into my office I thought you had potential. I never suspected you were gay," Roy confessed, chuckling softly to himself. Ed had been energetic, slightly odd, and more time-consuming than Roy cared to admit, but he didn't suspect the boy of being gay. "Then you kept locking me into battles, and that's what caught my attention." Ed had a loud bark for such a small dog. "You were so quick to argue with me." Roy looked down at the top of Ed's head and buried face. "So quick."

"I just wanted to talk to you!" Ed whined into Roy.

"You were a challenge, and you've always been one," Roy said, laughing slightly. Ed would argue with him until he ordered the boy out of his office but not out of the room. It was the only way he could professionally order Ed into what he considered a Time-Out. You can't stay in here with me, but don't leave, go sit yourself somewhere. "I used to get so pissed when you kept arguing your bull-headed points." Ed gave an exasperated choke of breath and it felt like a burst of heat into Roy's chest. "Then those odd little signs started appearing, and when we were in the theater I thought I'd just see what you did if I took hold of all your commotion." Ed shuddered with the memory, and the ghost sensation of Roy's hand on his knee. "I figured if you were appalled I'd play it off as a tease, but you weren't." He gave Ed a squeeze. "Now look how far we've come." Ed lifted his head slowly and peeked up. His gaze was dreamy, but behind the fantasy was fear. "We've come too far for two broken men." Roy reached down, cupped Ed's left rear cheek, and thrust their hips together. Ed startled with the sudden movement, and then the very clear sexual advance. His breath immediately picked up with arousal. "Enough of this mushy bullshit Ed. We are amazing, we're fucking amazing, and I am not going to settle for anything but fucking amazing, do you understand that?" Roy asked, completely serious. Ed was spellbound, and thinking quickly. His eyes were bouncing marbles in his face, left to right with rapid thought. "Don't think, just agree," Roy ordered. "Nod your head." He gave Ed's ass a hungry squeeze. "We're going to say fuck you to all the people who so much as look at us wrong, and we're going to feel good as we do it, because we're strong, intelligent, and we can blow shit up."

Ed broke a weak laugh of desperation, of head-ringing relief, of chest-burning pain, and closed his eyes tightly. For a moment he did little more than struggle to catch his breath, as if the race of his mind was exerting him, and Roy's words were physical labor, and the blanketing warmth of Roy's affection was a final resting place. Then he muttered, "I understand."

"I hope you do," Roy threatened. "I mean every word."

Ed opened his eyes slowly, deliberately, and with a tone of absolute confidence said, "And that is why, I understand." Ed's eyes were clear, like two perfect suns.

Roy smiled. "I am going to bind your hands now." Ed fought one of his own smiles, and they both felt the boy stiffen. "Does that get you hot?" Roy asked, happily. He wrapped his arms about Ed and began moving to the stairs, dragging Ed along. "Does it make you hard to know I'll be able to do whatever I want to you?" It did make Ed hard to know this, and Ed's entire system was becoming aroused.

Roy leaned down and kissed Ed's forehead when they made it to the stairs. Backing up them was tricky, but Roy was careful, and focused on his footing while bathing Ed's nose and brow with kisses.

"Just remember that…we're different," Ed whispered, cooperating when Roy managed a stable grip and hoisted Ed up enough to lift him over each stair.

Roy chuckled, a low sultry laugh. "I'll make sure you can still walk after." Ed opened his eyes with a bit of worry even though this comment was clearly a joke. "To be serious for a moment, we've had sex four times," Roy said, breaking a bit of the hot and steamy atmosphere. "The first time in my car, the second on your couch, and the third and fourth in my kitchen. Out of all four, which did you hate, and which did you like?"

"That's getting a little personal," Ed muttered.

Roy laughed. "Let's not start splitting hairs, Ed."

"I hated the car," Ed confessed quietly, before moving on with a smile. "But I loved the kitchen."

Roy was surprised. He thought for sure Ed's favorite would have been the boy's apartment, where Ed was in a safe familiar environment, and part of their sex had been tender and slow. He wasn't expecting Ed's favorite to be the sex-hungry pounding he gave the boy in the kitchen.

"Then, you like me bending you over and giving it to you?" Roy asked, trying to control the surprise in his voice.

If not so aroused, Ed would have been offended in dignity, but instead he answered an honest, "Yeah." He smiled sleepily and went to embellish, before catching himself.

"Go ahead," Roy said, leaning his face forward, and nuzzling his nose into Ed's. They reached the top of the stairs and Roy stopped. He settled Ed back on his feet, grinning widely. "Tell me."

"I…" Ed muttered, blushing hotly. "I like it when you make me." Ed was embarrassed with his own desire. "When it's not painful." This came as a quick after thought.

"Then I will."

Roy brought Ed to his bedroom, which was hardwood and spacious like the rest of the house. Inside was only a large canopy bed, small dresser, and inviting leather couch below two large windows. There was little on the walls and it was dressed in a deep green with dark cherry wood.

"This is my bedroom," Roy said. There was something about stating the obvious, and even though Ed was looking around as if he understood as much, Roy still felt compelled. "Okay." He stepped around Ed and shut the bedroom door. "Strip."

Ed was a bit shocked. "What?" Ed asked, sounding nervous.

"If you like me giving it to you, this is me doing it. If you're willing to submit, then do it." Roy gestured to Ed's shorts and Ed gripped the top subconsciously. "Unless, you'd like me to be rougher." He stepped up and yanked Ed's damp shorts off his boxers.

Ed jerked as if this were painful. He gasped a startled breath, stunned Roy had moved so quickly, and losing your clothing was this easy. Cotton boxers hid erections poorly and Ed covered the bulge in his shorts as inconspicuously as possible while blushing to his ears.

Roy smiled, because there simply was no way to inconspicuously hide your woody. "I should have known you'd like your sex life a bit raunchy," Roy said. "Something a bit painful and adventurous suits the rest of you." Roy stepped up to Ed and kissed Ed's lips. Gently, Ed reciprocated. "But don't let me force you into anything, understand?"

Ed managed a smile that was almost convincing. "You couldn't even if you tried."

Roy laughed and stepped back. He opened his bathroom door, and gestured to the room so Ed would know where it was and so the boy would use it. "Clean up and be quick." Ed stepped out of his shorts and went to the bathroom, but Roy caught Ed's arm before he could enter. "And…" Roy said, lowering his voice to a playful sexy tone. "How do you feel about shaving?" Ed was confused, so Roy dropped his gaze to the bulge in Ed's boxers. "All that fuzz."

"What for?" Ed asked, opposed. "I'll look like an infant."

Roy leaned them nose to nose. "Shave it off, and I'll make it worth your while." Ed looked down at his underwear, and the hand politely in place, with a look of befuddled reluctance. Roy was impatient. "Go." He shoved Ed into the room and shut the door. "There is lotion on the counter if you need it!"

As soon as Ed was preoccupied Roy rushed to prepare his room. He emptied the bed of its pillows, cleared the end table, and moved anything valuable or fragile away from the bed. He had to be realistic, they were both alchemists, and whenever you had alchemy in close quarters, things could get broken.

Quickly he opened the large wardrobe parallel the bed and gave himself a once over in the full length mirror. Then from his pocket he took the few ribbons he had prepared for just this night. They looked and felt harmless, but with alchemy he had made them especially strong. For Edward's arms, and especially the automail, he was going to need something of significant comparison, but ropes and twine not only looked wrong, they sent the wrong message. He wasn't capturing his smaller lover, or tying him up like a game hen, he was seducing the boy, and it just so happened that simultaneously he was going to tie up parts of Ed he knew would drive the boy wild. Like himself, and perhaps the way they were the most similar, Edward loved a form of intrinsic power that came purely from himself. In this way they were both alpha males, and needed to exert their ability and conquer. However, studying the ribbons in his hands, Roy knew they could not both be sexual alphas. It helped that Edward was sexually inexperienced, but in time that would change, and Roy would need to express his dominance fully early on, so that as Edward came into himself he would recognize, and be comfortable with, his role as the submissive.

"Ed, stop hiding," Roy called, slipping the ribbons back into his pocket.

Ed opened the bathroom door looking irritably uncomfortable. "I am not doing it," Ed said miserably. Starting strong as always, but deteriorating quickly to an uncomfortable shrug. "I mean…we can just save whatever you were planning for a different time. I…well…"

Roy ignored this, and closed the distance between them quickly. "Forget it," he said kindly, wrapping his arms about the boy. "If losing your pubs has you this worked up, just keep them." Ed was ridiculous.

Ed narrowed his eyes with annoyance Roy was using a playful, almost patronizing, tone. "Why don't you shave off yours, big shot."

Roy gave the tip of Ed's nose a quick kiss. "Because, I am not the bottom."

Ed scoffed and gave his shoulders a quick and deliberate jerk to be released. "I don't want us broken apart stereotypically like that." Ed was not impressed with his role. "Just because I am letting you do the penetrating, doesn't mean…" Roy covered Ed's mouth quickly. He didn't want to hear the rest of what sounded like one of Ed's rants, and he wanted to stop that thought there. Yes, let us talk about the penetration.

Ed was surprised with this action, and flinched when Roy's palm came out and closed over his mouth. "Stop that thought right there," Roy whispered, leaning in so he could feel his breath on the back of his own hand. "Tonight, I don't want to argue about the particulars of our relationship, or what we might do with it in the future. I just want to talk about what we're going to do." He took a slow step backward and took Ed with him. "I want you to remember my living room, and me unzipping your fly. I want you to remember my kitchen, and lying on my counter with your hair getting into the flour as I…had a second course for the night." Above Roy's hands Ed's cheeks were turning scarlet. "I want you to remember what it feels like to have me all over you." Roy stopped backing up when he met the side of the bed. "And I want you to remember what it feels like to have such poor coordination, you're at the mercy of my mouth, my fingers, and what I'll use to rail you." Ed muffled something that was incomprehensible, but it seemed of little consequence. Roy could feel the gentle tremble his words had caused in Ed's body throughout the boy's entire frame. "Edward, tonight we'll play around, and I have a surprise for you." He leaned closer and licked the side of the boy's ear. Ed twitched in shuddering reflexes. "And I am going to bind your hands the way I promised."

Ed was aroused, but Roy could feel Ed become slightly nervous with this idea. Not because the boy doubted he could break free, it was unspoken, but both knew Ed could rip the entire room apart if he needed to. Without exerting significant strength, and tactical planning, there was little Roy could do to house Ed against his will. So it was because Ed may need to ask to be freed. To interrupt their moment with confession his faith, and his comfort level, was not as high as he thought it was. That this, like other things, might need to be a baby step, and in consequence, might be an insult.

Roy lowered his hand from Ed's mouth so he could address what he knew was coming, but Ed surprised him. "You're going to…make me take whatever you're doing to me, aren't you?" Ed asked softly, hot with lust.

Roy was not expecting this type of resolve, and for a moment he floundered. He did not feel he outranked Ed in their relationship, or in bed, and that his decisions were final. For a moment, this statement was intimidating, because it gave him ultimate power, and he was surprised when he found he wasn't certain he wanted it. Then he realized, slowly, that Ed was offering it, and for a boy who had for years been the king over everything in his domain, Roy found this touching.

"Yes," he whispered. Now he was certain he would. "I will." Ed shuddered with deep arousal. "So take everything off." Ed didn't need to be told twice and pushed his boxers to his ankles. He stepped out of them in all of his naked glory, blushing to the hilt. "And crawl up onto the bed."

Ed obeyed, and slid on with his comfort level dropping. "Aren't you going to undress as well?" Ed asked, sounding more than annoyed he couldn't take the skin crawling vulnerability which came from being the only one naked, and had to ask.

"I was going to, because I enjoy being close to you while undressed but…" Roy slid onto the bed and knelt before Ed's huddled self. Ed had started confidently, but after only a moment raised his knees in a loose Indian style for privacy… "I decided it might help reinforce the fact you are the main focus, and also, that you really are as defenseless, and at my mercy, as you feel." Roy let his tickled grin wash across his face, and Ed looked as shocked as a boy in Edward's aroused state could. "So I've decided to reign over you fully clothed." Ed's expression buckled with something between surprise, immense reluctance, and intense curiosity. "Now rise to your knees." Ed did so, moving awkwardly in his nakedness until they were facing each other. "I am going to tie your hands to my canopy." Roy pulled the ribbons from his pocket with Ed's gaze studying the thin wooden slats to the canopy frame. "Don't try and get free or you'll break my bed." They both understood this. "The restraints are for show and they're largely a physiological aphrodisiac, understand?" he asked, holding up a ribbon so it hung between them like a red piece of spaghetti.

Ed gave a nod and offered his wrists. "Have you ever done this before?" Ed asked, watching Roy tie his wrists together.

"No."

"How did you think of this?"

Roy chuckled. He guided Ed's wrists to the wooden beam and began tying them on. "I think the lithe frame you have is incredibly sexy, and in my kitchen while you were heavily aroused you started arching your back at one point. I didn't realize until you did that, how much I liked you stretched out." He made the knots strong and then sat back onto his heels. Ed was left kneeling with his hands tied above his head in a traditional captive's pose. Roy smiled. "It inspired me." He reached forward and slid his hand alongside Ed's collar bone before downward over the boy's pectoral and to his nipple. For a moment he caressed it carefully and it moved beneath the pads of his fingers like a tiny pea. Then he pinched it, without warning, and with considerable strength.

"Ow," Ed complained, hissing in a short breath. Roy continued his pinch and pulled forward stretching Ed's nipple outward as much as it could. "Roy." Ed's expression was wincing when Roy let the tiny nub go. It returned to its original state stained a hot pink and with the skin around it looking irritated as well. Roy learned forward and took it in his mouth. Ed shifted his weight with a tiny uncomfortable grunt. Eagerly Roy rolled the tiny sensitive nipple in his mouth before biting it gently. "Roy," Ed complained, looking down and hissing when Roy reached to the left unattended nipple and pinched it. "This wasn't what I was expecting." Roy sucked the right nipple painfully, and gave the left a deliberate squeeze. In response Ed closed his eyes and endured it. Roy gave the right a few more sucks before flicking the left and pulling back. Ed's sensitive nipples were a bright red, and it took a few seconds before Ed opened a slow, endorphin filled gaze, to Roy.

"I am glad you learned to be quiet," Roy said kindly. "Let's keep it that way or I'll have to put something in your mouth."

Ed immediately broke from their games. "No gag and no blindfold," Ed said quickly, so quickly Roy felt stunned and completely dislodged from his focus and the atmosphere they were creating. Ed looked not only concerned with these ideas, but fearful. With the tiniest shake of his head, Ed closed his eyes for a deep breath before repeating himself. "No gags. No blindfolds."

"Are you okay?" Roy asked, before he realized he was going to. Before he realized he would contribute to separating them further from the steamy lust-drunk mentality they were seeping into.

"Fine," Ed said, sounding anything but fine with gags and blindfolds.

"Do you want to stop?"

Ed looked insulted. "No," Ed snapped. "I just don't want gags and blindfolds," Ed said accusingly. "You're getting really fetishy on me, and I am surprised, but I think I can take it. Just don't do anything weird. No dripping candle wax on me, no collar, I am not a dog." Roy sat back onto his heels beginning to laugh. "Don't hit, at all," Ed said firmly, ignoring Roy's increasing chuckling. "And…well no, I guess you can pull my hair some if you want. That you can do."

"Ed," Roy said, determined to keep his laughter at a minimum. "What in the world type of porn are you looking at?"

Ed's expression soured. "Standard stuff."

"That's not standard stuff."

"Well…" Ed shifted, and glanced away with a bit of embarrassment. "You know I have the automail and…that's the kind of stuff that's in the automail stores, so I have some variety." Roy was surprised. "It kinda…does a little bit of everything I guess." Just now, sitting in front of Ed's naked kneeling body Roy realized it made sense that automail reciprocates might have a higher percentage of sexual fetishes considering the makes of their bodies, alteration to their nerves, and medical exposure. "But just because it has all that stuff, doesn't mean I want to do all of it," Ed said firmly, and Roy was thrilled Ed used the word all instead of any. "I don't want to do anything with our alchemy, and I don't want to do anything with my automail." Roy was unfamiliar with sexual automail practices, and even less skilled with sexual alchemy activities. Although he had deliberately fine toned a nifty trick in which he could send intense heat forward from his hands when he was much younger and bedding partners more often. "I want to keep it simple," Ed said, giving his hands a noticeable tug to indicate them. "This is wild enough for me right now."

Roy gave a nod. "Agreed." There was no use discussing the future, because as that came they could get as wild as they wanted then. "And I promise, no gag and no blindfold." Ed looked relieved. "Anything else?"

"No hitting."

Roy didn't know how to take this, but he found the concept an immediate turn off. Just the thought of decking Ed in the face while they were fooling around made him slightly ill, and it showed.

Ed cracked a tiny smile, one pleased he seemed knowledgeable in a sexual area that the great Flame Alchemist did not. "No, not like that," Ed said, giving his own tiny laugh. "I am not talking about fist swinging bar fights, I am talking everything else. No smacking if I don't do something fast enough, or if I do it wrong. I am not five-years-old, and I am not going to be treated like I am." Roy was catching on quickly, and as he realized Ed meant all painless, but dominating slaps were off limits, he was discovering he might very well like to do that.

"Ed, that sounds like it might be fun."

Ed was against this. "No, it will not be fun," Ed said, with a tone of mild anger.

"You don't know, you haven't tried it."

"I will rip my arms down and tear your bed into a splintered pile."

Roy lifted his hands as if Ed had a gun. "Okay, I am not trying to argue. I am sure we can abide by these guidelines."

"I am sure we will abide by them," Ed said, looking skeptically annoyed Roy might still try once or twice if so possessed. Roy wasn't going to acknowledge this, because he didn't feel confident he could deny it. Ed had already said there were a few things he did not like, and did not want to do, and then, when they were forced on him, he really liked them.

"Okay." Roy rose to his knees. "Now, you will be quiet, and close your eyes. I am punishing you for breaking our sexy game into a heated debate of unfavorable content."

"That was not a heated deb…" Ed silenced when Roy slid his hand over the boy's eyes.

"Close your eyes, and open your mouth." Ed obeyed, rather miffed. "You're going to suck on my tongue." Roy closed their mouths and Ed obliged. He took Roy's tongue and did his best and Roy was surprised. He wasn't expecting Ed to accept this idea so easily, but Ed was nearly milking a cow in his mouth when he slid his hands down the boy's chest, navel, and hips before taking his mouth away. "Good boy. Now spread your legs." Ed had his eyes closed, but looked down when Roy slid his palms inside Ed's thighs and pressed. "Spread them wide open." Ed's thighs immediately tightened in protest to Roy's shoving, before giving way the slightest bit. "Wider Ed," Roy said firmly, and Ed didn't protest when he was adjusted so he was kneeling with his legs spread eagle. "Now back up one or two." Ed did so, moving backward so his arms were tied in front of him. "And arch this beautiful back you have so your ass is thrust up like you're in heat." Ed faltered with this humiliating comment. Roy watched the boy's blush spread to his ears, but didn't let this stop them. He guided Ed into position with his hands, and kept them sweeping over Ed's skin in large looping gropes as if he were polishing the most expensive car in the world. "You're such a fine model," he whispered, stopping on Ed's right nipple and painfully pulling it forward again. Ed clenched his teeth, and groaned in his throat, but didn't argue. "I am going to add another ribbon to you Ed. Keep your eyes closed." Roy pulled it from his pocket. It was smaller, thinner, and had a small sensitive golden bell. "I am going to touch your…" he faltered when he found himself unsure of what term Ed used to refer to his own genitalia. There were so many. "What do you…" he began, but Ed was reading his mind and cut him off.

"My dick," Ed said quickly, before chuckling. "Don't pay attention, do we?" Ed teased. Gently, Roy took hold of Ed's erection, and tied the ribbon about the base just under the head of Ed's penis. Ed gave a rough breath when he felt something wrap about, and adhere, to an area so sensitive. "What are we doing?" Ed asked, sounding as aggressively intrigued as he did frustrated they weren't really doing anything.

"On this ribbon is a little bell," Roy said. Ed's face was a stove top. "And as you become more and more aroused," Roy slid his finger upward, in a delicate tickle, along the base of Edward's shaft until he reached the tiny bell, "it will ring."

Ed was hard before this, but directly after, Roy watched Ed's entire body seem to tighten, and he could feel the heat wafting outward as Edward became charged with his own sexual tension. "Take it off," Ed said, sounding worried about humiliating ringing bells.

"Why?" Roy teased. "It looks so cute."

"Roy." Ed sounded as if he wanted to be angry, but couldn't manage it under so much provocation. "Roy, take it off."

"I promise its ring isn't disagreeable, and after tonight, you'll never hear a bell ring the same again." Roy slid his hands back up Ed's chest in a slow affectionate pet before becoming aggressive. Once he reached Ed's shoulders, he yanked them up, and seized Ed's head in a vicious grip, startling a wild noise from Ed's mouth. Ed's eyes jumped open, and Roy smiled at the nervousness in Edward's gaze. "Open your mouth," he whispered. "I am going to fuck it with my tongue the way I'll fuck your ass." Ed opened his mouth on command, and Roy dove at it. He crushed them together, brutally frenching the boy with sharp jabbing motions so Ed would be able to feel his tongue penetrating in fast dominating thrusts the way he planned to concur other parts.

Roy meant to tease longer. Considering he had no way of knowing how often Ed would let himself be tied naked to beds, he wanted things to last, but he couldn't. He pulled back, sucking Ed's lip forward in a slow pull, before they both looked down when Ed's bell gave a single dainty ring.

Ed balked with the humiliation of it. "Oh my god, that's awful," Ed croaked, mortified with the small decoration. "Take it off."

"You love it," Roy contradicted, racking his hand up the back of Ed's head, before fisting the boy's hair angrily. "You love it." He descended on Ed's neck, sucking fiercely, and slid his right hand around Ed's body to his back. He pulled them flush together, unable to handle it any longer, and grabbed Ed's left rear cheek in his hand.

"Roy, please," Ed managed. The bell rang again, just as softly, but it was a powerful sound that fired through the room as intently as if it were a steeple bell. Roy ignored this. Aggressively he dragged his left hand down over Ed's chest, down his navel, and beneath his erection to cup his balls. Immediately Ed thrust his hips into the motion groaning. "Yes, finally," Ed snapped, rubbing into Roy's grip. "Stroke me," Ed ordered, sounding almost annoyed he'd been depraved. "Roy, stroke me."

Roy uprooted from Ed's neck at lightening speed, and climbed to his feet. Standing in the bed, with Ed kneeling, Ed's head was at Roy's waist, and Roy stood taller than the canopy, but easily fit through the large space between the three slats. "When you're used like the wanton begging slut that you are, you don't get to make demands of your commanding officer," he said, grabbing the top of Ed's hair, and jerking the boy's head back. Ed stared up at him panting heavily and beginning to sweat. "Now you'll be punished for not knowing your place soldier." He reached down and unzipped his fly. Ed watched him, and before he had it open, Ed swallowed heavily in a sign Ed understood the situation. Roy was only distantly curious if Ed had ever given a blow job before. Fully aroused, he took himself from his pants, and didn't care. He pointed his erection towards Ed's face, and Ed opened his mouth and cooperated when he pushed himself inside. He was unfamiliar with the size of Ed's mouth, and finding it to be smaller than others he'd known, he pushed too far, and Ed broke out gagging.

Ed pulled on his head, trying to yank away while Roy held tight. Ed's expression twisted uncomfortably and retched, but Roy left himself in place. "Learn to tolerate it," he snapped, before looking down when Edward's bell rang. The boy was painfully erect, and although temporarily struggling to breathe and work his throat, loving this. "Yes, you're a little masochist Ed," Roy whispered, rubbing his hand in Ed's hair and rocking the boy's head from side to side. This made it harder, and with Ed sputtering and gagging, he pulled himself back and let Ed slip off him in pity.

Ed broke out coughing and as soon as Roy released his head, Ed was looking straight down and choking toward the bed. Roy watched, waiting to see how Ed would respond once he had his breathing under control. It took Ed a moment, and then he was breathing large gulping breaths towards the bedspread before lifting his head the slightest bit and kissing Roy's pant covered leg. Roy smiled. "Good boy," he whispered, shucking his pants to his knees so Ed could reach skin. Ed was tenderly kissing the inside of his thigh and climbing higher. "Good boy." As soon as Ed managed a few inches, he lifted his head up with his mouth open and tried to latch onto Roy's erection. Roy helped, and guided Ed back.

Ed set his own pace and length taken, but was ambitious, and gobbled forward beginning a quick, and almost frantic speed, that would have made Roy laugh if he wasn't silently in ecstasy. Ed's mouth shot heat into him like an open furnace, and with a tight wince of arousal he stared down at Ed's beautiful golden bobbing head before grabbing it.

"Okay," he groaned, pulling Ed off. He couldn't continue too long like this. Ed didn't want to dislodge, and in confusion tried to fight his grasp, before popping free and panting. "Lower," Roy whispered, pressing Ed's face back into his penis, and sloppily pressing it down. "Suck my balls Ed." Ed tried, and this seemed newer than sucking cock. Ed faltered, hesitant to actually suck and unsure of how hard to do so, before becoming more comfortable. "Lick them," Roy ordered coldly. "Worship them." Ed was trying his best, and lapping like an animal. "They are the balls of your commanding officer, and they house the juice I'll spray up your ass when I take you."

Ed's bell gave a clear jingle right before Ed yanked himself back breathing and wincing as if in pain. This lasted only long enough for Roy to realize Ed had deliberately stopped all sexual activity, and looked to be hurt, before Ed cried out into his clenched jaw in a low, but growing, sound of frustration, that became a yell of relief.

Roy was stunned, and trying to think past his own erection was slowing him down. If Ed didn't, directly after his yell, collapse into a panting heap hanging from his arms, Roy never would have figured it out. "You just came?" he asked, dumbstruck. He looked down to verify, and Ed was wearing the evidence splattered across his chest. "You came without either of us touching you?" Roy was impressed. He knew he was good but….

"I…" Ed was barely able to work his voice. "I couldn't help it." Ed sounded apologetic, and peeked up. "I'll recover."

Roy felt anger beginning to swell. It was so hot! And now it had to stop! "You'll recover?" he asked angrily.

"Yeah," Ed said, still unable to get his breathing controlled. Ed's bangs were beginning to stick to his sweat drenched forward. "I recover…quickly."

"Let's hope so," Roy said, feeling annoyed Ed let loose so quickly, and annoyed he didn't pay attention to how close Ed was coming to the visibly obvious line Ed had. When they were in the kitchen he had slowed down twice to keep Ed from crossing it. "I still planned to…" Roy silenced when Ed's bell gave a little ring. Ed was staring up at Roy, and didn't so much as look at his erection which was already recovering. Roy gave a small giddy chuckle. Ed wasn't lying. "I still planned to eat your ass."

"What?" Ed asked, looking immediately concerned.

"Ever had that done?" Roy asked, giving his own erection a slow stroke. He planned to get it back in Ed's mouth at least once more.

"I don't know what that is," Ed said, sounding nervous. "It doesn't sound good at all." Roy chuckled again. Oh how new we were. "I want to stay simple."

"Yes," Roy teased, grabbing Ed's face gently below the chin and hoisting it as high as it could go. "No blindfolds and no gags." He angled his erection back to Ed's mouth, and Ed took it. "Now suck on this a bit more." Ed did, obliging with far less zeal. "I just want you to keep it wet for me." He said these things just to see if he could, and just to see what Ed would do with them, but the more he pushed the envelope the hotter Ed became, and soon he left the bed and returned to his wardrobe. Without explaining his intentions, and with Ed licking his lips and swallowing the extra spit in his mouth, he opened the wardrobe door fully, so the bed was reflected in the mirror.

It took Ed until Roy was climbing back on to understand, and articulate, his thoughts to this. "No mirrors," Ed squeaked, sounding and looking blown away with the sight of himself. The reflection was perfect, and displayed Ed kneeling naked and bound, sweating like a race horse. Ed's positioning placed his hips further back then his shoulders, intentionally bending Ed forward, and keeping his backside suggestively extended and accessible. Loving the sight of this, Roy slid behind Ed and laid his face to Ed's back. "Roy?"

Roy chuckled. "Have you ever seen yourself take it up the ass?"

"What!"

"Do you know what I haven't really played with yet?" Roy asked, dragging his face upward towards Ed's shoulders and enjoying the feel of Ed's softer skin against his face.

"W-what?" Ed managed, staring at himself with an expression of transfixed horror.

"Your balls."

Ed looked down at once, but Roy's left hand was already sliding in a slow taunting pass over Ed's hip to his navel. "Roy," Ed said nervously, giving his weight a tiny shift. "Those are allies." Roy increased his speed. "Both of them!" Ed cried. Roy's hand slid down and took hold. Ed was fearful they'd be tortured like his nipples, but so aroused the bell rang twice before Roy leaned down from behind Ed and slid his head between ED's legs.

Ed was panting like a bull when this happened, and his legs began shaking. Roy felt Ed's body move as Ed pulled on his arms to bring them down, trying to escape, before crying out when Roy opened his mouth and gently licked Ed's left testicle. "Stop fighting," Roy teased, giving a second lick. "You love it when I do this."

Ed squeezed his eyes shut with his expression burning. "I am going to come!" Ed sounded as if he were in pain.

"Ed, don't," Roy said firmly.

"I can't help it!" Roy continued enjoying himself. Ed's testicles were appropriate for his build and therefore small. They fit easily into Roy's mouth and felt incredibly delicate. "Roy, please!" Ed cried, beginning to tremble. "Roy, I can't stop it!"

Roy popped off Ed's right testicle. "Ed, learn to control yourself," Roy said firmly. "Don't come."

Directly after these words Ed's bell gave a tiny ring and Ed did come. He sprayed up his chest crying out a loud high-pitched sound with all of him trembling. From Roy's angle this was incredible to watch, and he stared up at Ed's face, which was tipping downward, and thought the boy would crack a tooth with how tightly Ed had clenched his jaw. Then Ed slumped down panting and with his eyes barely able to open.

Roy ripped himself out from under Ed, and climbed around to Ed's front. Angrily he grabbed Ed's chin and jerked Ed's face up. "What did I say?" he asked darkly. Ed was still so high on pleasure he couldn't register Roy's activity.

"Oh…god…" Ed croaked, struggling to regain his breath. "It felt…so good but…it hurt…so much."

Roy lifted an eyebrow. That was new. He looked down at Ed's shimmering chest and felt annoyed he found it so hot Ed was bathing in his own come. "You want to come?" he asked, dragging his hand up Ed's navel and scooping anything he could. "Can't control yourself?" he asked, bringing his wet and come filled hand up and pushing it into Ed's face.

Ed startled and jerked his head away with surprise and insult, but Roy followed it with his hand. He smeared Ed's come up Ed's cheek and over Ed's nose in a rude shove. "Roy!" Ed cried, trying to shake his head free. With Ed restrained that was impossible, and Roy smeared his hand over Ed's face and left the boy's juices behind.

"Wear it Ed," Roy said. Ed lifted wide eyes looking confused and stung. For a moment Ed was unable to interpret what was happening, and his gaze was begging for reassurance everything was okay. "Wear it," Roy said, flicking his fingers at Ed's face and sprinkling a few beads of come into Ed's cheek. Ed was starting to look upset with this behavior, when Roy added, "It's so hot." The dark side Ed brought out of him in bed was not real. It was a sexual predator with no actual malice, and he loved it.

Ed's right cheek was wet with his own fluid, and Ed looked as if someone had blasted him in the face. Roy found this so hot. "Now taste it," Roy said, pressing his fingers to Ed's mouth. Ed yanked his face away in disgust, but Roy grabbed the boy by the hair. "No," he said firmly, lifting his voice to a near yell. "Bad boys who come when they're not supposed to have to clean up their mess." Ed wasn't talking, but he was making every effort to get his head away from Roy's advancing come smeared fingers he could. Harshly, Roy grabbed Ed by the jaw, tipping Ed's face up, and pinching his cheeks open. "Taste it," he said, forcing his wet fingers into Ed's mouth. It was the hottest thing imaginable. Ed's face was flushed with color, and pulling against Roy's strong hold. After the blowjob Ed's lips were wet and looked plump puckered in Roy's grasp. "Taste yourself," Roy said cruelly, plunging two fingers into Ed's mouth, and rubbing them about the boy's tongue.

Roy retracted his fingers and left Ed panting, in an attempt to scrape any remainder from Ed's chest. Ed wiggled, fussing gently as he felt Roy's wet fingers wiping up his sticky navel, before forcing back into his mouth. Roy fought to control his own erection, not yet ready to give up, and Ed's bell gave another soft jingle. "Suck my fingers Ed, you know how to do it," Roy whispered.

The sight of this act overwhelmed Roy. Ed was on his knees, restrained, skin sparkling with jizz, face fucking fingers smeared with his own come. Roy prided himself on his stamina, but this was pushing him to his limit. He was going to have to start the conclusion or risk bursting in his pants.

"Taste how bad you want the colonel," Roy whispered, leaning to Ed's ear and biting it. Ed's bell gave a ring and Roy pulled his hand back trailing spit down Ed's chin. "Tell me how bad you want it," Roy whispered.

Ed arched his ass up a bit, face red with humiliation. "Please…sir," Ed whispered, shivering as Roy reached around him and brought wet fingers to his presented ass. Roy teased cruelly, sliding his wet middle finger directly to Ed's anus and circling the tiny entrance. Ed gasped loudly, moaning undignified little cries. "Please sir," Ed choked, looking dizzy with arousal. "Come on," Ed said, strengthening his tone, and arching his back further. "You're teasing me!" Ed cried, sounding overloaded. "You're being a torturous asshole! It hurts!"

Roy chuckled to himself. "What hurts?" he asked, smiling

"My dick!" Roy looked at Ed's dick. It was a deep angry red. Ed looked uncomfortable in his heavily aroused state. "I can't keep this up!" Ed's cock was weeping uncontrollably, and looked tight and painful.

Roy kept his spit covered finger circling Ed's anus driving the boy wild. "You're doing a good job so far."

Ed's bell gave a jingle, and Ed threw his head back. "Fuck!" Ed cried, dropping his head and letting it hang. Ed was breathing so hard his chest was gaining almost twice its girth with each exhale.

"Come on now Ed, tell your colonel what you want," Roy said, leaning to Ed's ear. He bit the top of it before licking the entire thing in one lap of his tongue.

"Sir, please colonel sir, put your fingers in me!" Ed cried, widening his legs as much as he could. Roy bit his own lip to keep from losing it when he heard Ed say this. Sweetly he slid his wet middle finger up past his second knuckle and Ed moaned. "Oh, thank you sir, thank you colonel sir," Ed was panting, and began fucking himself on Roy's single digit.

"I like how you said fingers Ed," Roy whispered, wedging his pointer finger in. Ed accepted one finger with pleasure, and anything more seemed wider than the boy preferred to accommodate even though he could. Ed groaned with the stabbing pressure forcing into him.

"Sir…yes sir," Ed croaked.

"Do you like your colonel's fingers?" Roy asked.

"Sir, yes sir."

"Want them to fuck you?" Roy asked, leaning to Ed's neck. He grabbed skin alongside the boy's jugular and sucked.

"Sir, yes sir!"

Roy obliged, and was not kind about it. He began a fast ruthless pumping with both fingers, and Ed grit his teeth, and screwed his expression up as if he were having a seizure, before emptying his lungs slowly in a squeaking noise like a balloon slowly loosing air.

"You're so fucking hot, you make it so hard to even wait," Roy said, frustrated he couldn't somehow make this last forever. Frantically he climbed onto the bed behind Ed, and his sudden movement made Ed, in his delirium, try to grab Roy, and it ripped Ed's left hand free of his restraints.

Roy startled when Ed's arm broke free. The ribbon gave a mighty snap and hung swinging from the wooden slat. Next Ed's hand reached back and snatched Roy's sleeve, but once Ed confirmed where Roy was, Ed's hand went right for his own pulsing erection. Ed grabbed it as if it were an open wound, crying out with his success.

Roy managed to get himself on his knees directly behind Ed, and reached around to the boy's nipple. He grabbed it painfully, and Ed cried out with surprise and protest. Immediately Ed's hand left his erection to protect his nipples, and Roy seized it. "Ed, just want do you think you're doing?" Roy asked, breathing heavily as he pulled Ed's hand back to the broken restraint. He had to take his fingers from the boy to do so, and Ed cried out loudly.

"I have to come! I can't take this anymore!" Ed protested.

"You'll take whatever I give you," he said, keeping his voice low and angry. "You've wanted this since day one, since you met me." He tied Ed's hand tight and Ed was whining and groaning out begs for mercy. "Now, my youngest in command, you're misbehaving taking your hand down."

"Roy," Ed choked, head falling forward continuing to whine. Roy looked at Ed through the mirror as he settled comfortably behind the boy. Ed was sweating profusely with his bangs plastered to his forehead. "Please…" Ed choked, before emptying his lungs in defeat. Ed tossed his head back and Roy grabbed it. He balled a handful of Ed's bangs and held Ed's head tight so he could kiss the boy. He attacked Ed's forehead and temple, kissing frantically, with his free hand sweeping Ed's chest and navel. In the mirror Ed was a stretched Greek sculpture panting like a dog. He felt smooth like wet marble, and Roy couldn't get enough of it. "Please…colonel," Ed rasped, giving his lips a lick and adopting a tone of submission. "Flame Alchemist Colonel Roy Mustang," Ed said, dropping to a low sultry pitch. Roy chuckled into Ed's temple. Ed was playing games with him! "Show me what the Flame Alchemist is capable of," Ed whispered, erection tight and painful looking. "…if you can."

"Beg me for it," Roy said, dropping Ed's head and getting a firm grip on Ed's hips. His own erection was still lubricated, and he angled it to Ed's waiting rear. "Beg me for it," he ordered, beginning their merger.

"Freaking do it already," Ed cried, sounding frantic before Roy began entering. Ed silenced at once, closing his eyes and opening his mouth in a silent yawn. Roy watched this through the mirror using every ounce of strength not to come on sight of Ed's orgasmic expression. The sight of Ed taking his cock was enough to make him wild, and he burned it into his memory for his Spank-Bank. "Oh god!" Ed cried, when he was half way in. "Freaking hell!"

"You fucking love it," Roy growled, pressing harder. He was careful of the boy, but pressed Ed to the limit.

Ed winced with the increase in speed, but the hint of pain made Ed flare and he yanked at his arms before opening his eyes and glaring at Roy through the mirror. Ed's gaze was clouded with carnal lust and looked animalistic. Roy had never seen such a look in Ed's eyes, and if they weren't making love, it would have frightened him.

"That's right little boy," Roy snarled, pushing his head over Ed's shoulder and grabbing Ed's chin with his left hand. "Look me in the eye!" He pressed them flush together and Ed was adjusting silently. "Now beg me to fuck you. Beg for it like a slut."

"Pound me."

Roy was not expecting this phrase and he smiled.

"Pound me until we break the bed." Ed's voice was nothing but confidence, and he sounded drunk with passion.

Roy pulled back for coordination. He didn't need to hear this twice. He began quickly, with three easy thrusts to verify Ed's body was allowing him to move without injuring either of them, and he was off. It felt much like jogging your way into a full speed run, and Ed gripped the slat for leverage when he began railing the boy. Their sex was so fast he couldn't speak, and Ed seemed to be in a similar state of engrossed sensory overload. Roy held Ed's hips with white knuckles until his pace was unmanageable and he was forced to take a deep breath.

"Fuck," he gasped, slapping Ed with his entire pelvis. He had not had sex at this speed in years. "You arrogant…little shit," he managed, rhythmically thrusting. "Take my cock.

"Yes sir!" Ed cried, hanging onto the bed for dear life. Three was nothing but the wet sound of his thrusting. "Yes….Yes!"

"Take my cock Elric!"

"Give it to me!" Ed responded violently, and pushed himself back as much as possible. "Give it to me!"

Roy used his thighs and shoved forward. Before this move he took Ed's statement to break the bead as figurative, but when his thrust pushed Ed so far forward Ed needed his arms to catch himself, Ed's automail ripped off his bed and to the sheets. It tore the ribbon and cracked the slat. The sound of the board snapping was like a gun shot, and with the automail free the slat ripped down and brought the flesh hand with it. Ed cried out, deep in his throat, and a sound Roy would later refer to as a roar when Ed slapped his hands down into the mattress and doubled over.

"Don't stop!" Ed cried, reaching back with the automail.

Roy moved his arm before Ed could grab it. He didn't want the automail gripping him while Ed was so distracted, and so reached up and grabbed the boy's hair. He pushed Ed's face into the bed with all his strength without loosing a single beat of his thrusts. "Get down on your knees," he said, panting wildly. "On your knees when I fuck you." Ed moaned in ecstasy. "You like being humiliated, don't you Elric?" he asked, hot with the idea. He kept his hand in Ed's bangs and pulled the boy's head back. "Look at yourself," he ordered, watching himself in the mirror. He looked like a god moving at the speed he was with Ed's slender body bent over in front of his grand size. "The great Fullmetal Alchemist." Ed's eyes were tiny slits below his sweating forehead. Ed was moaning a constant sound which testified to the assault on his rear, before gritting his teeth and tensing up.

"Wait Ed!" Roy cried. He could feel Ed's body turning to stone and the boy's muscles gripped him so tight small specks of light hit his vision. It was incredible, and he broke out coming. "Fuck!" he yelled slamming Ed good in two fast pumps before leaving his hips thrusted forward to the sensation of everything inside him spraying out. The sensation curled up from his toes, shot up his legs, and made his entire abdomen hot. Ed was in a similar state and yelled down to the mattress as he shot into the bed.

The end was so powerful, and stopped their movement so abruptly, they were frozen during, and for seconds after their climax, before giving out into weak uncoordinated heaps with limbs like jelly.

"Oh my god," Roy said, panting hysterically. "Oh my god." He withdrew carefully and flopped down alongside Ed who slumped to his stomach. "That was incredible." He could feel the sweat running off every piece of him. His hair was wet, his palms dripping after hanging onto Ed, and it felt as if he'd just stepped from the shower. "Ed, that was amazing."

Ed was breathing too hard to speak, and lay with his cheek flush to the bed before cracking an eye. "Give…it back…" Ed muttered, sounding as if he'd run for miles.

"What?" Roy managed, running a hand over his face. He wiped off the beads of sweat and pushed his hair back.

"My…large intestine." Roy began a silent laugh, before swallowing heavily and regaining some of his voice. "It must be hanging off your schlong." Ed chuckled, before teasing, "I feel violated."

Roy continued laughing softly. "How many times did you get off?" he asked. He was curious. How many times could he get Ed off?

"Nine."

"Ed."

"Okay, four." Ed smiled dreamily and closed his eyes. His heart rate was slowly winding down. "But my dick felt like a volcano! I thought it was going to pop."

Roy stroked his hand over Ed's back, brushing the tangles which had freed from Ed's braid aside. "Do you feel okay?" He had really wailed on the boy.

"Will it hurt later?" Ed asked softly.

"Does it hurt now?"

"Aches a bit," Ed said. "But I'll live."

"I can't believe you let me do that."

"Neither can I." Ed chuckled. "But it was so hot."

"You were so hot." Roy rolled onto his back and took a deep breath. His entire body felt drained. "This is some of the most unique sex I've ever had." He closed his eyes. "I love it. I feel like your colonel, commanding and fierce, but also, your lover, completely devoted to you." Roy scratched lazily at his chest before sliding his hand back onto Ed's back. "You're really amazing Ed." Ed felt slick with his own sweat and Roy loved it. "Truly astounding." Roy turned his gaze to meet Ed's with a warm smile, but Ed was old cold and drooling.

Okay...so that was chapter ten. : )

Now clean yourselves up and leave a review! LOL

Chapter 11: Our Happy Hour, will be up next Friday 08/30/13. I promise all these fun and games won't last too long. Serious plot will return, but everyone has to let their hair down. Even Roy and Ed.