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Title: Inferno
Author: fuery (Marissa)
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: PG-13 for Edward's filthy tongue, some spoilers along the way, and yaoi. If you didn't already get the hint, there it is.
Sidenotes: This is just a collection of drabbles and one-shots that I've been working on lately. Expect around 100. Constructive criticism is always welcome and so are generally kind reviews. If you love 'em let me know. If you flame me on the pairing, you'll probably just be ignored, as you had fair warning of what you were going to be reading. But otherwise, flames in general, are…well I guess as welcome as rude words can be. Often, these pieces will feature Restored!Al, if only because I didn't even really like him until I saw the movie :-[ whoops?
This one is one of my favorites. It was about as much fun to plan as to write and I never plan. Well, I do, but not so intently that I write said plan down.
Next time, on Inferno: 39. Bet. The Fullmetal Alchemist is daring enough to win this bet- Havoc didn't count on him staying alive long enough for it to matter, anyway.
38. Name
"Say it," Fullmetal whispers roughly.
The Colonel knows where this is going. He knows the game and how it will end. But still, for image's sake, he asks, "say what?" He is not nearly as collected as he sounds and Fullmetal is well aware of this.
"Say my name, damn it!" The blonde fumes, his voice louder this time, and filled with demand- and something akin to need.
"Fullmetal," the Colonel drawls, and Fullmetal's top lip lifts in a silent snarl.
The room goes eerily quiet for a moment- and then, suddenly, the older man's lap is full of blonde fury. An automail fist catches both of the Colonel's wrists, twisting them together behind the chair. Slim knees, one warm and one cold, straddle his hips.
"No," a hushed voice pants over his ear, and the Colonel jerks and shivers beneath the teen, "say my fucking name, Colonel."
"You first, Fullmetal," the Colonel all but purrs as sharp teeth skillfully find their way to his earlobe, sliding over the flesh.
The weight in his lap shifts forward and the Colonel's breath hitches slightly. "You say that now," Fullmetal murmurs, "but we'll see."
Freeing his hands to wrap fingers around the jut of hipbones, the older man snorts. It seems that nothing about the younger male is smooth; he is all rough edges and biting words. No, nothing about Fullmetal is soft, except maybe-
A gentle pink tongue laps at the junction where the Colonel's neck meets his jaw and he relents; so not everything about the boy is rough.
"Just say it," Fullmetal coaxes in his most surprisingly patient voice. The change in attitude is a bit daunting. The Colonel wants his angry, determined loudmouth back. Even misses him. He opens his mouth to blare out an order, any order, and finds the words trapped in his throat as swift fingers skate over the front of his pants. Hips rock forward and press down hard against his own, followed by those teeth nipping at his neck, and that tongue smoothing over the reddened skin.
And he doesn't mean for it to happen, but it does, and the name slides from his lips which surprises both of them, the sound breathless and wanting: "Edward..."
Golden eyes dark with desire glance up at him and a smile curves at Edward's lips. "Much better, Roy." The smile grows into something more predatory and he adds, "I knew you'd go first..."