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Chapter 10

"How the hell would I know!?" Ed answered caustically. "Seeing as how I'm not a woman, you dumb-ass bastard!"

Roy froze.

Okay, that was enough.

He had taken enough shit from this little asshole. Being nice got him nowhere. It was time for Edward to learn to show him some respect.

Mustang shut the utility drawer with more force than necessary, pocketknife clenched firmly in hand. His anger must have showed on his face because as he marched back across the room, Ed shrank back against the counter wide-eyed.

Wordlessly Roy grabbed Ed by the arm and pulled him stumbling along behind him over to the kitchen table.

"Hey!" The blonde protested loudly as he scrambled to regain his footing.

Mustang simply ignored him, pulled out a chair and sat down without letting go of the arm in his grip.

"What are you doing?" the youth asked anxiously.

The answer to Ed's question was made evident as Roy yanked him face down across his lap. Now realizing the vulnerable position he was in, the blond struggled to push himself back up. The toes of the stilettos slid uselessly over the tiles and the floor was too far away to give him much leverage so Mustang easily held him in place.

"Let me up, you sick bastard!" the young alchemist demanded kicking his legs.

Roy snorted. If that wasn't the pot calling the kettle black. Ed's erection was grinding into his thigh even now as he tried to wriggle free.

"No. I won't," Mustang informed him. He flipped the skirt up so it lay on Ed's back. It looked like his bottom half was sticking out of a big white lacy flower. Holding the pocket knife in one hand, he opened the blade using his teeth. "It's time you learned to show me some respect."

With the blade he deftly cut the side seams of the troublesome panties. He snapped the knife shut and pulled them off, dropping both to the floor.

Realizing his time was running out, Ed decided to try another tactic. "I was joking!" he insisted, a tone of desperation creeping into his voice. "Joking! We do that, right? You call me short, I call you a bastard! Can't you take a joke?"

Though there was some truth in what Ed was saying Roy's determination didn't waver. "Jokes can go too far," he said, taking a moment to admire Ed's perfect round ass. He ran his calloused hand over the soft smooth skin then raised his palm and smacked him hard.

"Hey! What the hell!"

Mustang had to admit it felt quite satisfying. He spanked him again. The brat had this coming to him.

"Ow! That hurts!" Ed protested loudly.

"That, Fullmetal, is the point," Roy informed him as he continued to strike him. "You can only push me so far. I'm through with your constant insubordination, complaining and backtalk."

Ed couldn't believe it! Mustang was spanking him like he was a little kid. It was humiliating. Where did the bastard get off doing that?!

And it hurt! Like hell! Mustang was stronger than Ed thought. He expected him to be more of a marshmallow, sitting at a desk all day. He had to get him to stop.

"Ow! Okay! I get it! OW!" Ed exclaimed trying to reach back with his hands to cover his ass. "I said I…Ow!...get it! I'm sorry! Ow! Stop!" Hot tears sprang into his eyes.

"I'll stop when I think you're sorry enough!" Mustang said brushing the interfering hands away as he continued to smack him. His hand was getting sore but he was enjoying himself, spanking his subordinate was turning him on. The way Ed cried out, begging him to stop and the way his cock ground into his thigh each time he clenched his buttocks made his own erection throb.

Ed tried to blink the tears back but they spilled out. What the hell did the bastard expect from him!? He didn't deserve to be treated like this. He was just trying to protect his little brother. Thinking about Alphonse and when he'd see him again bought more tears.

Just when he thought he wouldn't be able to take any more Roy finally stopped.

"Now I hope you've learned your lesson and we won't have to repeat this disciplinary action," Mustang said actually hoping the opposite. He admired the hot, pink ass under his burning hand. "I expect you to address me respectfully in my own house from now on. Do you understand?"

Ed wiped his eyes with the back of his flesh hand. "Yeah," he answered with a sniff as he climbed awkwardly to his feet with Mustang's help.

A sniff? Was Fullmetal crying? He was looking at the floor blinking his eyes rapidly. Sure enough they were red and a wet strand of golden hair was plastered to his cheek. Suddenly Roy felt bad. He hadn't meant to hurt him.

"Fullmetal…" he said tenderly. He reached out and grabbed his automail hand.

"What?" asked Ed suspiciously looking at Roy through wet lashes. His bottom lip stuck out in a slight pout making him look younger than he was. He let himself be pulled over to stand next to Mustang's chair.

Roy tugged on his arm until the blond sat down. He winced a bit as he did giving the older man another pang of guilt. Mustang wrapped one arm around his back and used the thumb of the other to wipe underneath one of Ed's eyes where half a tear still remained.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," Roy explained. He softly kissed a salty cheek. "I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you."

Ed fumed for a moment sulkily. Didn't mean to hurt him?! WTF? Hadn't he said that was the point?

Although saying so now was probably not a good idea. At least not while his ass was already sore and Roy's talk of making it up to him had him very curious. Let the bastard feel guilty.

In fact it was already working for him. Roy had started kissing along his jaw and now had moved to the side of his neck just under his ear. He could feel the bastard's hot breath and hear every little sound he made. It made him shiver in a delicious way.

Mustang's kisses were amazing once he'd gotten past the shock of having another person tongue in his mouth. They made him feel warm and alive and somehow wanting. No wonder women were always throwing themselves at him.

Ed became aware of a hand gliding up his thigh and under his skirt. Mustang's fingers ran lightly up his leg to his cock. Ed spread his legs a bit more to make room for his hand. He could feel a rather prominent erection pressing up on his own rather tender ass as he shifted. Not the most comfortable thing to sit on but it was forgotten as Roy's fingers encircled his neglected length.

Mustang's mouth had moved down to kiss, suck and lick at Ed's shoulders. Ed sighed and his head fell forward. His face was buried in Mustang's hair. Every breath drew in his musky smell and the scent of faint shampoo. His hand fisted in Roy's robe and he began to pant as the hand beneath the frilly skirt started to pump him. Involuntarily he started thrusting, grinding his bare ass into the cock beneath him.

Then suddenly the hot mouth and wonderful hand were gone. He thrust into air a few times before it registered in his hazy brain. He opened his eyes and looked up to see what was wrong.

Apparently nothing. Mustang was looking at him with a wide grin on his face. "Stand up" he said.

Ed got unsteadily to his feet, already missing the warm lap.

Mustang stood as well and turned toward Ed. His arousal was quite evident under the thin material of his pajama bottoms. "Sit on the table," he ordered still wearing that infuriating grin.

Ed didn't really know what to do but obey. He just hoped that it had something to do with sex because he was going to die if he didn't come soon. He backed up against the table and hoisted himself up.

Roy stood directly in front of him. He put his hands on Ed's knees and pushed them apart. He took a step forward to stand between them, towering over the blond. Then in a smooth swift motion he pulled Ed forward. It surprised the youth and he gasped but it didn't surprise him as much as what happened next.

Roy dropped to his knees still wearing that very lecherous looking grin and flipped back Ed's frilly skirt. "Here," he said pushing it back further up his thighs. "Hold this back."

Ed gripped the handfuls of material dumbfounded. Roy was going to go down on him!? He couldn't believe it.

In his research it had been the one thing he was the most curious about. What would it feel like to have someone suck on his cock? It hadn't occurred to him that Mustang might volunteer for a demonstration. Desire tightened in his belly.

Keeping his eyes locked on Ed, Roy stuck out his tongue and swept it in a long lick from the base to the tip. The sight and sensation were so erotic Ed couldn't help but groan.

Mustang repeated the motion. Then he ran his tongue over the tip of Ed's length on the next pass to collect the salty pearl that formed there. He paused a moment. Then Roy pulled the hard shaft into his mouth, enveloped it with warm wet suction and started to bob his head. All the while he looked directly in the blond's eyes.

It was too much.

Ed moaned with abandon as Roy's perfect tongue worked him. Winding around, stroking him in the most delicious ways. If Ed had thought he was good at kissing, his superior's cock-sucking techniques were astounding. The man's mouth, so hot and intense, more than made up for the abuse his ass had taken.

With a soft pop Mustang let his throbbing erection drop from his swollen lips.

"No...please…" Ed begged in frustration. Why the hell did the bastard keep stopping? It was fucking torture!

Roy reached up and pushed on the blond's upper body firmly. "Lean back," he said his voice thick with lust.

Ed was willing to stand on his head if it got Roy to put his cock back in his mouth so he let go of the skirts he was clutching and leaned back on his arms. The position shifted his pelvis so it tilted upwards. He found he it was actually more comfortable and he could move easier.

The dark haired man at his feet was still gazing lustfully up at Ed. He quirked a smile at the blond and spit a generous portion of saliva on the first two fingers of his right hand, shifting on his heels slightly. Using his thumb he spread the spit so his fingers were slick and slippery. He slipped them between Ed's ass cheeks to tease his puckered entrance. As he hooked the tip of a finger inside, he took his cock back into his mouth.

Ed gasped and moaned as Mustang resumed sucking on him gently but firmly; while he slowly worked the two fingers inside him. Little by little. One at a time.

The sensation of having fingers shoved up his ass was a bit of a distraction for the blond. There was a burning at first then it became a strange feeling of being filled. When Mustang began to move them it became increasingly pleasant.

The simultaneous stimulation of Roy's mouth encircling him and the fingers thrusting into him sped him to his climax. It was so wickedly delightful unlike anything he'd ever imagined. He thrust into Mustang's mouth as hard as he could, trying to get just a little bit deeper, a little further in.

Then suddenly Ed could no longer hold back

He cried out. A tremendous shudder swept through his body. Every muscle contracted in excruciating pleasure as he ejaculated.