AN: HEYYYYYY! Long time ne? Ok, Im swamped with work already, and its only week two! Oi promise to keep writing, but I have almost zero time an dthis is going to fill up what would otherwise become my sleep time So please take it easy on me! Promise no to disappear, just not going to update as often… Love ya'll for keeping up with me thus far and for those who read my other stories, same goes, Im still here, just slowly being suffocated by school! ^.^

Song for this chappie: IAMX – Volatile times

The door screaked open softly and Roy found himself straddling his couch, clothes strewn apart and looking rather bewildered.

"Didin't I express the desire to be left ALONE? He roared, his voice sounding to himself to be far off, lost in the hum of the alcohol.

He glared towards the light that was coming from the sliver of the crack and stumbling, got up. That was as far as he could manage without letting loose the anger he could already feel bubbling to the surface.

"I'm… I'm sorry to bother you sir." The feeble, scared voice of Green could be heard on the other side. "There is news sir…"

"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN! I DIDN'T EXPRESS PERMISSION!" He roared again, silencing anything his subordinate wanted to squeak out. "Stay out until I tell you!" he wanted to throw something, and grabbed the closest thing at hand. Awkward, as this was a pillow, all it did was bounce softly against the door, making a fool out of himself more than anything.

The door closed slowly and Roy slumped back against the couch, still fuming but trying to not let loose in total. He was afraid what that might come to. He felt sure that he should keep himself behind closed doors and not emerge until morning.

There were whispers at the door, one raised voice, and the another trying to appear soothing.

xXx

Ed was just about to enter the office when he heard a holler the likes a wounded animal might produce. He skidded in, coming face to face with a very flustered Green. "What was that?" He gasped out, looking around frantically. "Is Mustang having a seizure?"

"Ahhh no Major, I think you should leave him alone for now, he's not himself, exactly."

"What are you talking about? He was fine not long ago, what happened?" Ed could see the fear in Green's eyes, he was becoming alarmed fast. He made to step past the man but a hand grabbed him fast. Ed glared at it and then shot Green a scathing look. "Let me go, I have a message to deliver, and some equipment."

"Please Major…" green sounded like he was about to cry. He let go of Ed's arm that fast and stood there, altogether too lanky and tall, looking desperately for a reason without giving away the real one. " he really isn't himself."

"I'll set him right and Green, while I'm at it, I'd like you not to interfere, I'll let you know what's up with him and shit."

That said, he threw open the door and marched right in, good spirits in tow. Slamming the door behind him, he beheld the rather pathetic sight that was his commander.

"Thought so." He smirked and crossed his arms before a glowering Mustang. "You're totally wasted, and it's way before the planned project too."

He couldn't see the guys face, it was covered by longish bangs, and since Mustang was sitting slumped forward, there was no way to read his expression. He could feel the eyes on him though, and a shiver ran through him.

"get your shit together Mustang, I heard you hollering like a wounded Moose form downstairs. Isn't that completely opposite to your code of honor or something?... I said GET your shit together!" He crouched over the man and pushed him forward onto the couch. The move meant to get him to look in his face, but Mustang was proven to be laughing quietly to himself.

"You're more wasted than I thought." Ed muttered, disgusted. "You're pathetic, you know that?"

Mustang let out a coughing laugh and slowly huffed himself to his feet. Ed was by the desk and he glanced sideways at him as the raven passed by and sat heavily on his desk chair, threw his feet up and spliced his fingers. All in a mock diligence and seriousness. Ed narrowed his eyes.

"What would you like for me to do for you?" He smiled, but it was corked and sloppy.

"There's not much you can do for anyone in this state." Ed huffed, throwing the finished gloves onto the desk. They skidded to touch Mustangs finger as it lay on the desk beside his thigh, which was now slowly moving up and down. Mustang's eyes barely grazed the movement and the material. He was intent on Ed's face.

"I daresay you didn't come here just to return those did you, because even to me it's a sad excuse."

"No." Ed fired back. "A message came from your Lieutenant. Would you like to hear it?"

A nod was all he got in response, so he proceeded. "It was: Hotel-India-Tango. Alpha. That makes any sense to you?"

Roy Nodded. Hold on in there, allright?

"Anything else then, that you can find to royally screw up my quiet evening alone?" he asked. He found he didn't feel drunk so much as extremely angry, and indifferent to shit all… a bad combination.

Ed was not watching him, he was chewing his lip and thinking over the proposal that had been tormenting him for the whole day. He had played cool in front of the guys, but the truth was that he was so relieved when he heard the good news that his legs almost gave way. Since that moment, he had been toying with an idea. He peeked at Mustang, still half conscious on the desk he was occupying, trying to look important. Perhaps this was not a bad idea, asking in this state. Rationally, he could see 20 arguments against this plan, but like this, Mustang just might agree.

"There was something actually, but I don't think you're up for negotiations at present." He tested his ground, he'd be damned if the man didn't remember afterwards.

"Im all ears."

"You've heard about the bombings, haven't you? - From the look on Mustangs face he could tell he had.

"My friend and her Grandmother were in one of the villages they bombed. There's absolutely nothing left but…" he took a breath and continued. "But they survived and are in the port base. That's where they shipped everyone who survived these and what I was going to ask is this; is there a way to keep her and her Grandmother over there until all this is over?"

Mustang looked a bit surprised by the question. "Until all what is over Fullmetal?"

"The war."

"Are you seriously asking what I think you're asking?" Roy could feel himself sobering up enough to disbelieve this. "You're insane Major, that is not something that is allowed."

"I know it's not." Ed gritted his teeth. This was going exactly where he feared it would. "Is there anything I can do to negotiate this, anything at all that might work? Whoever is doing this is looking for murder in numbers Mustang, these are bombings meant to kill as many as they can, as quickly as they can."

"I am well aware what the bombings mean, what I don't understand is why you're throwing all codes to the dust and asking something that can get me into serious amounts of shit, especially as Im not actually in charge of the port." Roy breathed deeply in and out, he was still furious, and now his head was throbbing miserably.

"You have people working for you there."

"How do you know that?" Roy stood up and went visibly paler, rounding on the blonde, who turned in place to face him still.

"I have a message from Lieutenant Hawkeye."

"That doesn't mean she works for me Fullmetal, it means that she works there." He had no desire to prolong this. "relay the message and make yourself scarce, now."

"Not until I have your word."

Roy really… really looked at the audacity with which he was being spoken to. He'd had enough. He took a step closer, eyes blazing. "That is direct insubordination Major, it will not only get you nowhere, it will get you thrown right out and then, there will be absolutely nothing you can do. Furthermore -" he added, "I've tolerated your rather cocky attitude but I'm tired, as you can see, indisposed and really fucking mad, relay the message and get out!"

He was leveled by that infuriating amber gaze. "No."

"Face the front when you address your commander!" Roy hissed, and Elric did so, standing rigidly at ease – legs apart, hands behind his back, gaze steeled on the shelves of books behind the desk.

"I could throw you out right now, do you know that?" he neared closer and hissed the words into the blonde's ear. The head tilted to the side somewhat. Roy felt himself go rigid, lust boiling up in his groin like a turbulent storm.

"I don't like it when people play around with me Fullmetal, I've been through the mill, I know the ins and outs, and I don't want to go there. I don't want to report you, but if you don't obey, I'll have no choice."

"Then promise me that you'll provide their safety. The lieutenant's message was rather clear to understand, I know there's more shit she does for you than you let on."

"That, Major, is not any of your concern."

"It could very well be though." The burn in those eyes was maddening, the pilot was challenging him, and Roy wouldn't have it.

"There's always equal exchange, if you know what I mean.. Nothing is for free, and you can bet that the message will not be the price you'll pay for the assurance of their safety. This puts me at risk as well, and I can't have that if you cannot give me a reason to want to."

"What would that be?" The voice was cynical, Roy knew the man knew, he stood silent behind him.

A minute of silence passed between them.

"Allright."

xXx

"Table."

The one command, and Ed stepped up to it, shivering underneath the intense gaze. He leaned onto it with both hands. Boring his gaze into the polished wood. Mustang was right up against him, practically covering his body with his own. There was the stench of alcohol, sharp and bitter it hit him as the man let out a stifled groan.

"We are on our best behavior here, understood?" The raven rasped. Mustang's hand traveled up his shirt covered ribcage, soon, his fingers brushed on the metal underneath. Ed flinched, eyes wide, teeth clenched. There was no way.

"Rules" Ed grabbed the pale neck in his hand as he twisted to face him. He probably shouldn't have, there was none of the bright cohesiveness of Mustang's usual eyes. What hovered there now was desperation, lust and a thick haze of uncertainty. How could one man look apologetic and yet be so demanding? He regretted that he ever looked into those eyes, yet he could not hate him fully. There was something there that forbade him.

"You do not remove my clothing. We do not kiss." He could feel the hard body between his legs, but his eyes were closed as he spoke, and he didn't really want to open them now, he knew if he did, he'd allow it all.

"That doesn't leave me a lot of options here Fullmetal." Mustang slurred, latching onto his exposed neck and sucking hard, moving his exploring tongue and lips lower, settling on the collarbone and biting hard. "None at all really, whatever shall I do?"

"Breach that bastard, and the deal is off." Ed hissed through his teeth as he grabbed the black hair and yanked the persistent lips off him, "Off, understand?"

"You are not in any position to give commands here, if my protection is what you wish then I suggest you leave your cockiness behind. Besides…" his breath was hot on Ed's ear. "You'll do whatever I tell you, however I like it. We both know that you will."

Ed pushed Mustang off and he only took a step when a steel grip had him by both arms, twisting them backwards. "Don't play with me Fullmetal, I can get quite nasty, I assure." He chuckled at the indrawn breath as the blonde man beneath him coughed as his hips hit the desk.

He looked at his prey. He couldn't see Fullmetal's face, it was covered partly by his long bangs. Most was in shadow. He gripped the hands tightly behind the blondes back.

"Spread your legs." – no movement.

"If you want to see your precious girl safe, I'd suggest obeying." He tugged at the arms again, and this time he was allowed entrance. One leg and then the next slipped from each other and he let go of the arms so that the blonde could gain leverage.

"You don't move until I command it." He looked to the head for a sign. A slight nod.

He smiled as he made quick work of the button and slid the hard material down the tapered legs. One hand grabbed his wrist. He looked up to find furious eyes glaring at him.

"please."

It was a hoarse plea more than anything, yet the anger in Fullmetal's eyes did not abate, burning hot and bright. "Don't look at me." Roy couldn't stand those eyes, they accused him, and they were correct. They closed slowly, and Roy was presented with the abnormally long lashes instead. He thought he imagined that they were moist. But that was impossible was it not?

The hand was still on his wrist, he jerked it out and removed the last thin layer of clothing separating Fullmetal's ass from his gaze.

The skin was lighter here, but not overly so, proving further that the tan was the blonde's natural colour. Roy crouched behind the blonde and took each cheek in one hand. He studied what was laid out before him.

He spread out the cheeks to revealed puckered pink flesh, a slight breath on the exposed space had the blonde bucking and trying to turn. "What the fuck Mustang?"

Roy eyed him over the top of his exposed ass. "Bend back and shut up, I already told you not to move."

He felt every muscle beneath his palms stiffen and he did what he was told.

In truth, Roy's head was spinning, every nerve exploded at touching the tawny skin and he realized that this was what he had wanted from the first moment he caught sight of Elric. He just never had the slip of self control he had now. Career be damned, he fully expected to be on a helicopter home by tomorrow this time, but he'd be damned if he didn't taste the forbidden fruit so deliciously laid out before him in surrender before that. Damned.

He gently lapped at the right cheek and they muscles spasmed. He smiled, moving torturously slowly but applying too much pressure on purpose. Letting the blonde know exactly what was coming.

Here contact made at last, and the hips underneath his mouth bucked sharply, a sharp intake of breath barking out of the man above.

He made no stops after that, licking and sucking in turn, stretching that hard ring of muscle and biting it in his own inability to control himself. No such luck, he was a man obsessed, completely out of his mind, he had no control of his body or mind. He simply stood by and watched as his own body took delightful action.

Minutes passed, and the only sound heard was his own tongue working diligently on the man before him. This was no preparation, this was his own pleasure and that alone.

The tanned chest heaved heavily, letting Roy know that Elric was gasping for breath. No sound came out though, and the dark haired man knew that Fullmetal was stifling himself. A thumb pressed into the ring of muscle and with a wretched groan from its owner, yielded. Another thumb, and he pulled the hole open a bit. The blonde head snapped up, wide surprised eyes tunneled into his, a mixture of pain and surprise clearly written in the lip that was bitten down in an urge to remain quiet.

He pulled back and came flush with the still heaving torso. His thumb brushed over the hairline at the back of the neck and Elric shuddered harder. "Would you deny me your voice too?" He purred, licking and nibbling where his thumb just traveled.

No sound from the blonde. The head was down, shoulders protruded as he leaned hard on his elbows. Roy slipped off the elastic on the golden braid. It took him two tries, but he finally managed it off. The hair didn't wait to be brushed; it spilled forth and around the rippling shoulders on its own accord. Successfully hiding the possibility of seeing that face again.

Roy couldn't help but to run his fingers through it though, finer than silk, thick and heavy. There was nothing about the young man beneath him that didn't have him throbbing and hot and tight, he almost came from touching the kid's hair alone.

God, he was damned.

He finally took notice of the arching erection that was hidden from him. He didn't know whether to flip the boy around or take him as it was. He licked his lips. There would be time for that yet, perhaps.

He ran his thumb over the slit. The flush of Fullmetal's erection was arched and hard, standing up proudly. In complete defiance to what the man was trying to hide.

"Slut, you like this as much as I do." He purred, pressing and rubbing hard with one hand while prying the lips open with the other hand. A low "Ahhhh" whispered out, and he smiled. "I'll make you scream yet Major, to be sure."

"Nghhhh."

"That's right." He smiled, letting go of the face, trying to open up his pants with another hand. "I want to hear it all."

There was no breach now that he was out, so hard as to be painful, throbbing angrily.

Roy paced himself against the entrance and pushed in without any warning. A shuddering hand flew to his wrist and squeezed hard. He smiled. You're quite good at - mmmmmmh – keeping your mouth closed."

Elric's legs wobbled, and he guided one knee up to his desk, keeping it there while the blonde raised himself onto his arms; Pulled out, and slammed right back in.

He picked up and kept up the shattering rhythm, literally making the huge oak desk shake. Slow gasping sounds came out of his victim, but nothing louder. The blonde's determination was indeed something else.

It went quickly after that. This wasn't about enjoying a lover, this was a business transaction, and he would see it to the end. Besides, he was piss drunk, and surprised even himself in being able to get hard and pull off a rather not-too-shabby fuck.

The blasting in his ears and before his eyes cleared his head of any problems that ever existed, there was no Maes, no war, no ship.. There wasn't even a Major Edward Elric, there was only him, the suffocating bliss and tightness that exploded from him. He was buried to the hilt, holding the blonde tight flush against him with both arms when he finally came to.

He pulled out quickly, but not before grazing the hairline at the back of the roped neck with his lips. "Well done." He whispered as he stepped back, pulling himself in and surveying the damage.

It took Elric more time to recover from the battering than it took him to agree to it. He lowered his lag slowly, as if unsure if he could support his weight. Roy saw his cum slide down the hard thigh as he did so, and vaguely contemplated taking him again. He rethought that when his head took a spin around the room when he stepped forward.

"Get out, Elric." He wobbled to the door and waited for the blonde to make himself decent. He had honored the request of clothes on, at least. He hadn't been sure before. "Come back tomorrow to take about the details, I'm a bit fuzzy on those right now."

He held open the door an dthe blonde breezed through it, hair still down. Roy didn't see his face.

Perhaps that's for the better. He thought before hitting the couch once again, asleep.

AN: Aight, here's some drama to kick start me back to writing! ^.^