This is a congratulatory gift for my dear friend ForgettableFox, as they will have finished their very first Inuyasha fic, "Calamity Tempest - Miko's Melody" by the time this is posted—and what a fic it is!
Twenty-five chapters, well over 250k words, and one hell of a story under your belt, friend. Congratulations!
If any of my FMA readers are also fans of Inuyasha, please, please, please go check out ForgettableFox's story. I will link it at the bottom of this chapter for those of you interested. It is simply wonderful. Incredibly detailed, heart-wrenching, and captivating—not to mention funny, sweet, romantic, with a dash of sexy! Do yourself a favor and bask in the amazing world she built from extensive research on Japanese mythology and culture, and the many original characters she created along the way. It's an amazing achievement in writing, especially after just five months of work.
Well done, my friend, well done.
This chapter is not only a gift, but also an unofficially-official prequel to another one-shot of mine, Cynology. The reason this isn't added to that story is because doing so would mess with the integrity of the "erotic tease" series I'm making, and people would expect continuations of stories that were meant to leave you wanting more! However! This story, Barology, will be my loophole, as I simply cannot get RoyEd out of my mind.
Therefore, the entirety of this story is not only gifted to you, but dedicated to you, ForgettableFox, my friend. I will gladly add more chapters if you want, or if my inevitable plot bunnies keep bounding around in my head. Either way, this is for you!
Take a well-deserved bow, friend, and enjoy Barology...
Barology
Chapter I: When It Began...
Ed grimaced as he took a sip of his coffee, long since cooled after sitting idle for so long. He closed his eyes and pulled a face as he struggled to swallow it, shuddering when it went down his throat. "Ugh," he sighed, opening his eyes again.
Roy saw his disgust and grunted tiredly, "I'll make another pot."
The kitchen chair scraped across the tile as the elder man stood up to perform the task of procuring more of the caffeinated beverage, but not before generously stretching his arms, back, and shoulders.
"These notes are a fucking nightmare," Ed said, sitting back in his seat. His eyes drifted over the pile of coded papers he hadn't deciphered yet. It had been over a week, the longest time a decoding had taken since starting this job as a consultant for the military, so far. It irked him. The others had been so easy, a complete snap to translate their alchemy secrets. Ed didn't like waiting. He didn't like not getting what he wanted. He didn't like it when something that should be easy turned out to be hard. It was annoying. He'd seen The Truth for fuck's sake! If anyone could figure this out, it'd be him!
"Ed, you're scowling," Roy said, sighing again as he took back his seat at the kitchen table.
The General had invited Ed and Al to come to his place and study the notes, under the suggestion that a change of scenery might help things. Al had told his older brother to go ahead with Mustang, preferring to rest his mind in the hopes that he'd achieve more clarity in the morning. Ed had refused to quit, his stubbornness perpetually getting the best of him.
So here he was, sitting with the General at his own house, at the kitchen table, at nearly three in the morning—exhausted, impatient, and pissed off.
What the fuck was he missing?
"Did you hear me?" Roy asked.
"Yeah, I heard you," Ed replied quietly, still scowling at the notes.
"Ed, we can't stay up for too much longer," the General told him.
He shrugged, "If you need to go to bed, go to bed. I'm gonna stay up and figure this out."
Without responding, Roy was on his feet again, and left the room. He heard shuffling and creaking happening from the living area outside the kitchen, and then a loud thud.
"The hell are you doing out there, Mustang?" Ed called curiously, though his eyes still hadn't parted from the notes.
Roy's voice called from the next room, "I'm setting up the sofa bed for you to use."
"I'm not going to bed yet," Ed insisted, sounding somewhat immature. He inwardly cringed at how bratty it came off. Though he was twenty-four now, one of Ed's biggest worries was that people still saw him as the child alchemist, and phrases like that coming out of him only made it worse.
Mustang gave an exasperated sigh, re-entering the kitchen and taking his seat yet again, "I know. I'm just putting it out there in case you change your mind." The General had abandoned the jacket from his uniform somewhere, and had unbuttoned the first few buttons of the shirt underneath it, as well as rolled the sleeves up. He calmly observed the notes with Ed, seated at the head of the table while the other man sat at his right.
Ed's only response was a grunt, and the room fell silent again, save for the bubbling and dripping of the coffee maker. Before too long, the scent of fresh-brewed coffee filled the room, and the blonde gave a comforted murmur, running his fingers through his bangs.
"Maybe we should arrange them in a circle again," Roy suggested. "Like we did back at the office, I felt like there was something there…"
But Ed shook his head, "I don't think so. I didn't see any discernible pattern, and we looked at them like that for at least two hours."
"Well, we've been looking at them like this for about five," the Flame Alchemist told him, annoyed, "and I don't think we're any closer to the answer than we were back then."
The blonde gave a frustrated growl, golden eyes snapping to black ones in a sharp glare, "And the best you can come up with after all this time is to literally walk in circles, Mustang? Where's the logic in that?"
Roy matched the younger man's expression, a warning edge in his black eyes, "I'm not the enemy here, Ed. Don't take this out on me just because you can't figure out these notes."
"Neither could you!" Ed protested, raising his voice. "The whole reason I'm here is because you and an entire team of military alchemists couldn't decode even one of the abandoned sets of notes!"
Mustang put his hands up, trying to calm him, "Ed, c'mon, just get some sleep. I think Al was right—"
"And how the hell would you know anyway?" the blonde kept on, antagonizing the older man. "You're stuck behind a desk all day with all that paperwork!" Ed smirked baitingly, "I bet all these years being out of the field have made your alchemy abilities go to shit. Don't even need water to make General Mustang useless anymore!"
He growled briefly, and then that smarmy smirk that Ed hated slowly spread across Mustang's lips, "Oh yeah? That's big talk coming from a has-been alchemist."
They both shot out of their chairs, Ed's rocking back with so much force that it toppled over.
"A has-been that YOU hired, bastard!" he shouted over the table, locking fiery eyes with each other.
Something strange happened then. There was a different kind of tension between them, thick and wirey, vibrating in Ed's ears. All he could see was Roy's mouth, the way he was panting, and for some reason, also felt his eyes drawn to the bit of his collarbone exposed in the harsh kitchen lights.
When Ed met Roy's eyes again, the heat in them seeped into his own, spreading down his neck and chest, down and down until it reached somewhere else, somewhere unexpected.
Ed snorted, giving a slight shake of his head. "Fuck you," he spat.
They lunged for each other, pulling at shirt collars and sending a few of the alchemy papers scattering to the floor. Their lips met in hasty, brutal kisses that would certainly leave bruises, but neither man seemed to mind as their teeth got involved, biting and pulling at each other.
Roy tasted like black coffee and something sweet Ed couldn't place, but he shoved his tongue in the other man's mouth all the same, hungry for more. Mustang pulled him closer, towards his part of the table, and Ed obliged, letting his nimble fingers start at his shirt buttons.
He parted for air, gulping it in as he watched Roy through half-lidded eyes. "What the fuck?" Ed whispered breathlessly, more so to himself than anything.
"I don't know," Roy responded—just as breathless—shaking his head as he went in for another kiss, searing and passionate. "I don't know," he said again. He paused his hands, one of them snaking its way up behind Ed's neck to cup the back of his head, his thumb caressing the back of his cheek, near his ear. "Should we stop?"
"No," Ed said at once, fingers fisting in Mustang's shirt. But then they loosened, uncertain, "I… I don't know." He searched the older man's eyes, feeling himself tremble under the intensity in his gaze. "Do you… want to stop?"
Roy exhaled through his nose, black eyes unrelenting. "No," he whispered.
Ed swallowed, "Then don't."
And that was it.
Mustang ripped Ed's shirt wide open, buttons clattering on the tile below. Ed kissed and bit at the other man's neck, and then moaned as he licked at that tantalizing collarbone. A choked moan sounded from Roy, and he leaned back to let Ed have better access. The younger man's fingers slithered their way into Mustang's hair, gripping it. Roy growled and found the band holding Ed's ponytail in place, tugging it free and letting his blonde tresses fall around his shoulders. Then, his thick fingers fisted in the hair at the nape of Ed's neck, tugging it hard. Ed was wrenched from his mouth's task, letting out a pleasured moan.
Roy used his new grip to make Ed look at him. "Bend the fuck over," the General demanded darkly. He nipped at the blonde's lips, growling.
Ed shivered at the rough, deep tone of Mustang's voice. He had never experienced anal before, had never done it to another either—woman or man—but something about that voice sent any reservations he might have had flying out the window.
He scrambled to get his pants down and in front of Roy, the older man's fingers still firmly fisted in his hair. Ed barely had them around his knees before he was slammed onto the table, cock and balls pressed against the top. He was hard—already throbbing and leaking all over the forgotten alchemy notes. The side of his face was pressed into the table by the hair-fisted hand of Roy Mustang, and he could see part of the General out of the corner of his other eye, just watching Ed in his vulnerable position.
Mustang moved behind him, and when he felt the unmistakable brush of a constrained erection, Ed's breath hitched. Roy pressed it into his bare ass, and Ed moaned, trembling. He closed his eyes, and the erotic thrill of hearing the tinkling of the General's belt buckle and zipper sent another series of tremors through Ed's entire body—that was, until the thick heat of his cock settled against the cleft of his ass, and Ed's own cock responded with its own trembling excitement. Another moan left his mouth, and he tried to stifle it too late by biting his lip.
"I haven't even done anything yet," Roy commented, amused, "and you're already moaning like a slut."
"Fuck you," Ed growled again, as if the slur hadn't made him that much harder against the table.
Mustang just chuckled, his free hand pushing up the remnants of Ed's shirt, further exposing his ass. Fingertips caressed a cheek in a manner that was almost loving, juxtaposed with the harsh grip of the other in his hair, and then a finger slipped into his hole, unbidden.
Ed keened, almost whining, twisting under the pressure of Roy's hand and the sudden intrusion.
He heard Mustang curse under his breath, and the finger inside him flexed experimentally. Once again, Ed moaned, and he pushed himself back onto it.
Roy was breathing hard behind him, leaving in shaky puffs. "I should slick you up," he said, barely above a whisper.
Ed growled in frustration, bucking up against both hands on his body, "Just do it already. I don't fucking care."
That earned a sharp yank of his hair, and he hissed.
"I'm trying to be responsible here," Mustang told him. "You can't even wait, can you?"
"Shut the fuck up, Roy," Ed snarled. "Just fuck me dr—OH FUCK!"
Roy pushed inside him, and both men called out obscenities in unison. The hand in Ed's hair loosened its grip and fell away, going to join the other in clutching his hips from behind. The blonde's eyes watered, feeling himself stretch around Mustang's thick length as it pushed deeper inside him.
"God, Ed," he heard Roy moan, even feeling the older man tremble slightly. "You're so tight, you know that?"
But Ed wasn't listening. He could only focus on the new, strange, and delicious sensation of the General's cock filling his ass, inch by inch. Just how fucking big was he? Not like it mattered—he just wanted every bit of it inside him, now.
"Fffuckk," Ed cursed softly. "Fuckfuckfuck—R-Roy… I-I…"
Mustang snatched Ed's hips backward, filling him the rest of the way. "What?" he growled. "Use words, FullMetal."
"More!" the needy blonde begged. "Just… go."
The hand was back in his hair, giving another harsh yank to the nape of his neck. "Ask nicely," Roy demanded.
"Please," Ed hissed through clenched teeth, glaring back at him.
"Please what?"
"Fuck. Me."
Roy tutted his tongue, "All together now, FullMetal."
His voice was hoarse from growling, but nonetheless, he obliged the man again, "Fuck me, please."
The fist in his hair loosened once more. "Good boy," Roy praised, trailing his fingers down the back of Ed's neck, the combination of both sending shudders down his spine.
Mustang gripped his hips again, and Ed heard him purr as he pulled back and began to harshly fuck him into the table. Masculine grunts echoed off the tile walls of the small kitchen, joined with the hard slapping of flesh on flesh. Roy's balls were smacking into Ed's thighs and against his own sac, causing smaller jolts of pleasure to surge into his groin.
"Nnnff," Roy purred above him, his pace deliberate and even, making the table shake under the force of it. "You like that?"
The man's cock was brushing against something wonderful, the angle of his hips making sure that the girthy head of it was stroking and prodding it with every thrust—and it sent Ed into lustful oblivion, making him hiss and moan out openly.
"Y-Yeah," Ed panted raggedly. "Fuck yeah, I like it."
"God, yes—keep talking," Mustang demanded, picking up the tempo of his thrusts. Another growl rumbled from him, vibrating over Ed's back as Roy gave another demand, "Say my name, you dirty slut."
The word went straight to his cock, ringing between his ears and in his brain, and he let out a needful cry. Ed's knuckles turned white as he gripped the table, bracing himself under all the pleasure. He threw his head back, eyes closed tight in ecstasy as Roy fucked him open.
"Fuck me, you goddamn bastard!" Ed hissed out. "Make me cum!"
Apparently, the "nickname" was enough, because Roy pounded into him with renewed enthusiasm, using one calloused hand to press Ed into the table while his hips slammed against Ed's ass, cock bottoming out in his snug hole.
"Oh, I'll make you cum, you little brat," the General promised darkly.
Even mid-rut, Ed's trigger word had power over him, and he roiled underneath the older man, "Don't you fucking call—AHHHN!"
Ed was cumming before he realized what was happening, but all of a sudden he saw stars and his body convulsed uncontrollably under Roy's strong grip, snarling like a feral dog. His cock was throbbing between his stomach and the table, squirting his release all over the alchemy notes beneath him. "Oh fuck yes," Ed moaned, feeling the sensual, warm stickiness of his own cum. "Fuck, Roy…"
A series of growling grunts sounded above him, in time with the series of harsh, jerky thrusts from Mustang's hips—and then a loud, strangled, and sudden cry came from the older man as he came hard, and Ed felt his hot seed jetting inside him. He bit his lip, trying not to smile at how sinfully dirty and good the sensation was.
They sat as they were for a long while, just panting and basking in the carnal afterglow. It took Ed a moment to realize they were both trembling, and he worried his own legs wouldn't carry his weight when he tried to stand.
Roy moved first, slowly pulling out of Ed with a low hum. When his cock left him, Ed's ass pulsed at the loss of the other man's girth, and a warm slickness began sliding out of him that could only be Roy's cum escaping. The elder man's hands came to grope at the cheeks of his ass, massaging it sensually. Ed murmured appreciatively, the force of his orgasm having made the muscles of his ass and thighs clench almost painfully hard. They'd be sore tomorrow, for certain.
"You okay, Ed?" Roy asked him softly.
He nodded, swallowing, "Yeah." He cleared his throat, "I think… I think I will lie down now, though."
Mustang chuckled, "I should think so. Come on, let's get you cleaned up."
They righted themselves on shaking legs, Ed halfway pulling up his pants before Roy came over with a warm washrag, wiping him clean. When the blonde straightened, one of the alchemy pages stuck to the mess on his stomach, and he grimaced as he peeled it off him and set it back on the table. Ed took the rag from Roy and wiped the rest of himself clean, and then Roy led him to the bed in the living room.
When Ed turned to look at him—the first time since they'd finished—Roy had a look of uncertainty on his face. "Do you… want me to sleep down here?" he asked. "Or would you prefer me to go to my room?"
For some stupid reason, Ed blushed. He had literally just let this man fuck him senseless in the other room, and yet the prospect of sharing a bed had his face turning red like a damned schoolgirl. "I…" Ed swallowed, and then cleared his throat, "S-Stay. If you want."
Without waiting for a response from the other man, he began to undo his pants again, preferring to sleep in his boxers. Ed climbed into the sofa bed, throwing the blanket over himself and closing his eyes. Footsteps sounded as Roy crossed to the other side, and for a second, Ed thought the man's question had simply been a formality, that he would rather them sleep separately anyway—but after a lamp in the corner clicked off, Ed heard the other man's clothes being taken off, and then the other side of the bed sunk in as Roy joined him there.
Into his forearm, hidden in the darkened room, Ed felt himself smile.
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Morning light spilled through the crack in the living room curtains and over Ed's closed eyes. He stirred, murmuring tiredly to himself as he blinked awake, and then tried to process where he was. He smacked his lips together, feeling how dry his mouth had become in his sleep, which meant he'd been snoring. Ed grumbled. He hated that he snored. Al teased him about it often, even though his younger brother could sleep like a rock, and not even a circus of chainsaws and foghorns could hope to wake Alphonse once he was asleep.
When Ed turned over, a panicked squeak came out of him when he saw Roy lying next to him, still sleeping himself. He swallowed, and then it all came rushing back to him.
Last night had been the first time he'd ever been with a man, and Ed had never considered himself attracted to other men. Though, admittedly, for most of his life, he'd dedicated it to putting him and his brother back together, so Ed never let himself explore the prospect of romance until he'd achieved his goals. And when it was all over, he'd found himself drawn to Winry, his oldest friend in the world.
Winry.
Ed sighed sadly, pained at the memory of their volatile relationship. He had royally fucked up there, and it was amazing that they'd ended things on relatively amicable terms. They were mostly back to normal now—it had been a couple years since they stopped seeing each other—and now Winry was with a nice guy, another automail mechanic. They were happy, and the guy treated her well. Ed was glad for it. After everything, Winry deserved to have someone that made her feel safe and happy—not someone who was always stuck in their study with their mind miles away from her happiness.
That being said, the only person Ed had been with before last night was Winry. And for all the screaming and fighting they did, when they were together, they were good. The sex had been awesome, and it was the thing he missed most about their relationship, the thing that made seeing her with that new guy hurt so much. But as good as he and Winry were in bed…
...he and Roy were on a whole other level.
Just the memory of what it felt like to have Roy's hands on him, pulling his hair, touching his ass, his fucking finger inside him… Ed swallowed, already half-hard in his boxers. He remembered the kisses, and the way Roy's voice sounded, so deep and dark and dangerous—it made him shiver, and he pulled the blankets over his shoulder to hide the goosebumps that appeared down his arms.
And when Ed came last night, it was the hardest he'd ever cum in his life—alone or with Winry. So there was no denying he and Roy were sexually compatible.
But that wasn't the question in the air at the moment, Ed told himself, coming back to the matter at hand. He'd been trying to think about his own sexuality, gauging whether or not he was actually attracted to the man currently sleeping next to him.
So, ever the scientist, Ed began to assess the sleeping Flame Alchemist with careful scrutiny.
He took in Roy's features: the straight slope of his nose, the evenness of his skin tone, his pillow-tousled black hair, and the perfectness of his lips. The hard line of his jaw. The definition of the muscles on his arm, draped over the top of the blanket. The knowledge that beneath that blanket, Roy had an enormous—Ed gulped, his conclusion already drawn.
The bastard was hot.
Had he always thought that? Was that why Roy could always get a rise out of him? On the outside, his relationship with Roy looked a lot like the relationship he had with Winry—where the two of them could easily provoke him, and Ed could do the same to them. That had to be part of it, if not the whole thing, he thought sadly. The idea that Roy and Winry were in the same boat depressed him. He didn't want that to be the case at all.
No. This was ridiculous—he was getting ahead of himself. They were tired, they were cranky from all the caffeine, and they were frustrated from those goddamn-fucking-cursed alchemy notes. Maybe it was just the right conditions for a momentary lapse in judgement, maybe—
"Do you always stare at people this hard when they're sleeping?" Roy asked without opening his eyes. "Or just me?"
Ed felt the blood rush to his cheeks immediately, and he quickly turned over onto his back, glowering at the ceiling. "I'm barely awake," he lied. "Makes me stare off into space."
"Uh-huh," Roy grunted doubtfully.
"What time is it anyway?"
The other man stretched and yawned, turning over to grab at something on the floor beside the bed—his pants. Ed heard the familiar sound of a state alchemist pocket watch clicking open. "It's early still," Roy confirmed for him, settling back onto the sofa bed. "I'll call-in to work in a few minutes, buy us some time before we have to be there. You can shower here if you want. I can make breakfast. Nothing fancy, but edible."
Ed nodded, still willing himself to stare up at the ceiling, "Um, sure." He cleared his throat, "Uh, Roy?"
"Yes, Ed?"
"Are we… Are we gonna talk about what… happened?"
"That depends," Roy said.
"On what?"
"On whether or not you want to act like it didn't happen, because if that's the case, we don't need to discuss it at all," he said.
"Is that what you want?" Ed asked the ceiling. A part of him was afraid to know the answer.
He heard Roy sigh next to him, "What I want? Ed, you can't even look at me right now. If it's any comfort to you, we can go on pretending nothing happened. You don't need to worry about me."
He winced, and finally braved facing Roy. Ed winced again, internally, when he saw the hurt in his eyes, masquerading as annoyance. He recalled the way Al berated him after his relationship with Winry fizzled out, telling him he needed to stop being so defensive all the time, and that he needed to take stock of how he was feeling and communicate it—and not just with Winry, but everyone else.
So, Ed took a breath and spoke. "I'm sorry," the blonde told him, thinking. "It's not like that. It's just… that was all new to me. I've never done anything like it before, not with another guy."
Roy let out a breath through his nose, nodding slowly. His expression neutralized. "I see," he said. "If it makes you feel any better, I've never been with another man either."
Ed raised his eyebrows, "Really?"
"That surprises you?"
"Kinda," he told him. "I mean, you seemed to know what you were doing, and you talked about… about slicking me up." Ed blushed again.
"Ah," Mustang commented. "I should clarify: I've done that particular act with women before."
Ed blushed harder, feeling stupid: women had butts too. He cleared his throat, "Even the other stuff? The, uh… the hair-pulling? And the way you… spoke?"
Roy chuckled, nodding, "Yes. Many women like that." But then his eyes narrowed in concern, "Was it too much? I never meant to really hurt you, and I'm sorry if—"
"No, no," Ed interjected hastily, turning over on his side, towards Roy. "No. I, uh… I liked that. I mean, you could've gone even harder if you wanted."
A corner of his mouth tugged upward in a crooked smile, his black eyes gaining a sliver of that darkness from last night, "Oh really?" Strong arms reached for Ed under the blankets, wrapping around his naked waist and pulling him up against Roy's chest. "That's good to know," he murmured in that deep voice.
Ed's face wouldn't stop burning, but he didn't look away from the other man, settling in his arms for the moment. "To be honest," he admitted, "I was more worried you were the one with regrets, or that this whole thing was some crazy fluke, you know?"
One of Roy's hands came up and ran through his tangled hair, "I have no regrets, Ed. I thoroughly enjoyed last night."
"Yeah?" he asked, his voice hopeful. But then he became sheepish, "The way I remember it, it seemed like I had all the fun."
Mustang chuckled again, "Oh no, I had fun, Ed. You have no idea. I've always liked how feisty you are, you know. Just never expected to like it that much." He let out a breath, shaking his head as he thought, "I might have cum harder than you did."
"Heh, you'd be in a coma if you came any harder than I did," Ed told him, letting himself grin a little. "But yeah… it was pretty fucking good."
"Mmhm," Roy agreed. He looked into the blonde's eyes, "I don't think this is a fluke, Ed."
"No?"
The older man squeezed him, pressing their hips together, and Ed's breath caught when he felt Roy's erection pressing into his own half-hard cock. "Does it feel like a fluke?" he asked, lazily grinding himself against Ed.
Ed made a noise that was half a whimper and half a groan, responding to Roy's hips with his own. "No," he breathed.
"Come here…"
Roy kissed him, but it was softer that time. It wasn't hurried or rough—but sensual and urgent. Their tongues joined and teased each other, and Ed brought his arm over Roy's side, running his fingers over his muscular back. He moaned and Roy nibbled his lip when they came up for air.
"You're a really good kisser, Ed," the older man admitted.
Ed found himself chuckling, grinning against Roy's lips, "That's good to know… Not half-bad yourself, bastard."
"Don't get cocky now," he murmured back, kissing past Ed's jaw and then nibbling on his earlobe. Roy's breath felt hot in his ear, "You slut."
Ed couldn't stop the needy, pathetic moan that escaped him.
Roy groaned, "God, listen to you… You like it when I say that, don't you? Because it's true, isn't it?"
"Yeah," Ed confessed, unable to think, keening as they continued to rub against each other. He could feel a wet spot staining his boxers as his cock leaked precum. "Fuck me," he said softly. "Please. Fuck me again, Roy."
Mustang growled, "Edward…" The other man stopped momentarily to reach into the end table beside them, and pulled out a small bottle. "On your back. Now."
Ed quickly disentangled himself from Roy, and before he knew what was happening, he felt thick, strong fingers yanking down his boxers from his hips, dragging them down his legs, and snatching them off his ankles. Ed's hips bounced off the bed as he landed, now completely naked in front of Roy. He would have been self-conscious if the other man weren't looking down at him like a hungry lion. Ed relished in it, letting the spell of lust wash over him.
Roy took off his own boxers and stroked himself a moment as he stood beside the bed. The diffused morning light through the living room curtains glowed behind him, darkening his silhouette, and the sight had Ed biting his lip. The man was fucking sexy.
Mustang took the little bottle he'd retrieved from the end table and opened it, squirting a few drops of its contents on his palm before bringing his hand back to his cock. He moaned and closed his eyes, tilting his head back. He grunted a moment later, stopping himself. "You got me all hot," he said gruffly, climbing back on the bed. He adjusted to sit between Ed's legs, "Come here… let's do this right this time…"
Ed felt slick fingers at his entrance, shuddering when they teased it, barely pressing, never entering. He whined, lifting his hips slightly. Roy's fingers slipped inside, and Ed let out the lewdest moan. He really did sound like a slut, he thought absently.
Another finger entered him. Another loud moan escaped him.
But then they curled, purposefully, against something, and Ed's eyes squeezed shut at the intensity of the coiling pleasure it caused in him. "I-I…" He tried to speak, but unsure of what he wanted to say.
Roy chuckled above him, "Is it good?"
The fingers curled again, stroking that… that thing, whatever it was. "Y-Yeah," Ed managed after a beat. "That's-That's gonna make me cum if you're not careful." He opened his eyes, giving a feeble smile.
His fingers slowed and slipped back out, and Ed grunted softly at the loss of them. But then the head of Roy's cock was pressing through the ring of flesh, and he hissed. He tossed his head back into the pillows, arching his back.
The warm breath of Mustang washed over his bare chest as he groaned over him, "You're sexy, Ed…" He pushed all the way in before Ed could respond, starting that slow, deliberate pace. "Do you know that?" Roy asked, panting softly. "You look so fucking sexy like this, moaning for me." He kissed the blonde passionately, sucking at his bottom lip before parting an inch away, "Keep going, keep talking…"
"Harder," Ed challenged, panting with him. His voice was ragged and feral, "Fuck me harder."
"Yeah?" Roy baited.
His nose scrunched in a breathy snarl that dripped with need, practically growling against Roy's mouth, "Yeah… don't hold back."
Mustang rumbled, pushing Ed's knees back as he leaned further over him, his cock going even deeper. "Are you sure?" he purred.
"Do it, you bastard."
Roy kissed him once more, giving Ed's bottom lip a little bite, "Remember you said that, brat."
The cock in his ass began slamming into him hard, fucking him into the cheap mattress beneath him. The bed squeaked absurdly as Roy brutalized Ed's slickened hole, their bodies colliding in quick, heavy slaps. Ed's hands shot to Mustang's back and raked his nails down his skin. The older man groaned appreciatively, and went even faster.
Ed was filled to the brim, stretched to the limit, and pumped until he was crying out wantonly with no shame, legs practically behind his head and his cock bouncing around uselessly with every plunge of Roy's throbbing length.
A hand took hold of his cock all of a sudden, stroking it in time with Roy's hips. "Fuck, Ed… Let me see you cum," he panted over him. "Come on, let it go."
It didn't take long. With a sudden gasp, Ed came—eyes wide—as the onslaught of release washed over him in waves. He felt his cock squirting all over his chest and stomach, and he could hear Roy cursing over him, moaning passionately with him as he watched Ed, continuing to stroke his release out of him with his strong, calloused hand.
Roy came not long after that, his hips slowing and stuttering as his cock throbbed and spurted inside the blonde, yelling out up towards the ceiling.
They were still panting when they kissed again, messy and wet and toothy as they recovered.
"Definitely not a fluke," Ed panted, nipping at Roy's chin.
"We'll have to make sure, though," the other man said, laughing breathlessly. "We need to keep testing."
"Mm," he murmured, "makes sense."
Ed wrapped his arms around the back of Roy's neck, pulling him down for another kiss, teasing and slow. Mustang cradled him in his arms, running his fingers into Ed's hair once again.
Ed let his eyes sweep over the man above him, fingers tracing tense muscles and puckered scars. He had no idea Mustang was so… ripped. His lips parted in a soft groan as his curious fingers went down his chest, feeling the texture of Roy's abs next to the burn scar on his side. The pattern of the old wound was oddly beautiful, looking almost like a red sunburst on his skin.
"Like what you see?" Roy asked teasingly.
Ed blushed at being called out again, but he nodded, "Yeah, I really do."
Mustang chuckled softly, "You into scars, Ed?"
"I guess I am," he said with a shrug and a half-smile.
The phone rang, and they both jolted in surprise.
Roy cursed, "It's probably the office."
"You should answer it," Ed told him.
"I don't want to," the older man said, nuzzling his face against the crook of the blonde's neck.
He twitched a little, tickled by the gentleness of the action, and he snorted a kind of laugh, "They'll just keep calling you." Roy ignored him, beginning to pepper kisses against his sensitive neck. Ed nudged him with his automail knee, "Go on. I promise I'll stay where you left me."
Roy grumbled and raised himself to look at Ed. "Right here," he insisted, pressing his forehead to the blonde's.
Ed nodded, "Right here."
Slowly, Roy pulled out, hissing. Again, as it had last night, the loss of his cock made Ed's ass pulse needfully, and he could feel the heavy load of cum oozing out of him—and, as he had last night, Ed felt a rush of appreciation for the feeling of it, biting into a self-satisfied smirk. Roy caught the look on his face and shared a knowing smile of his own, brushing his fingers over Ed's chest as he rose to get off the bed.
Roy walked behind the couch—out of Ed's view—to answer the phone in the other room. Ed began to stretch when he had the bed to himself, listening carefully for his new lover's return.
He heard the click of the receiver lifting, and then Roy's greeting of, "Hello?" A murmur of surprise, "Ah, good morning Alphonse…"
Ed's eyes widened, and he shot up in bed to whirl around in the direction of Roy's voice. Mustang was already ahead of him, peeking around the edge of the archway where the phone was located. He gave a shrug as he continued to speak to Al, "I thought you might have been the office calling to check up on me… Yes, Ed is still with me—don't worry…"
Ed got out of bed and tried to find his boxers, Roy's eyes following him the entire time, answering whatever questions Al was asking, "No, we didn't make any progress with them, but we stayed up pretty late… You want to talk to, Ed?" There was a purposeful edge in his voice as he quickly motioned for Ed to come over to him, "Let me see if he's awake…"
Finally finding where his boxers had landed, he quickly slipped them on. For some reason, it would have felt wrong to talk to his brother over the phone while completely naked.
He hurried over to the next room where Roy was standing with the phone (completely naked), and took the receiver when it was offered to him.
"Hey, Al," Ed greeted, trying to keep his voice even and not panicked.
"Brother! I was worried when you weren't here this morning," Alphonse told him. "I hope you didn't overdo it last night."
Roy embraced Ed from behind, nuzzling his neck. Ed bit his lip, "I'm fine, Al, really. I feel great."
He really did.
"Are you still coming to work, then?" he asked.
"Yeah, of course," Ed told him, nodding. Roy pressed his flaccid cock against his ass, and Ed closed his eyes, trying not to make any noise. "Just need a shower and a fresh change of clothes. Maybe some breakfast."
Al didn't sound like he suspected any lewd behavior was happening on the other end. "That's good. The General told me you guys didn't break the code. I'm sorry, Brother," the younger Elric said, completely sincere.
"That's oka-AY," Ed said, his voice rising when Roy's fingers ran through the mess he'd made on his stomach, and then under the waistband of his boxers to grasp his sticky cock. He closed his eyes as Roy began to stroke him, his fingers going slack around the receiver. "We'll f-figure them out eventu… eventually…"
His little brother gave a disbelieving laugh, "That's oddly optimistic of you. Are you sure you're feeling okay, Brother?"
"Hey, who said I can't be aaah-timistic?" Ed asked, managing to catch a moan in his throat before it escaped. Roy's hand worked him until he was hard again, and he ran his tongue up his neck, until he reached the blonde's ear, biting the shell of it between his teeth. Ed cupped his hand around the mic on the receiver, shielding it from the little whimper he made.
"I'm pretty sure you've said that many times over the years, Brother," Al told him, laughing. "I think you hit your head—" at that moment, Roy swirled his palm over the sticky head of Ed's cock, making him hiss and toss his head back onto the man's shoulder, "—But any case, I'm just glad you're okay. Are you going to meet me at home so we can walk into work together, or would you rather I just go on ahead?"
Ed put a hand over Roy's willing him to pause his ministrations, but the older man wasn't thwarted so easily, snaking another hand down his boxers to cup his balls, "You go on a-HEAD with-without me—aaah-'ll be alright."
"...Okay, Brother," Al said strangely. "Goodbye for now."
"B-Bye, for nnnow," Ed sighed softly, slamming the phone down once he heard his brother hang up. Both of Roy's hands were playing with his cock and balls now, stroking, massaging, squeezing. Ed basked in the pleasure, letting his head loll from side to side as it sat on the other man's shoulder. "You're gonna get me in trouble with Al," he murmured, bucking his hips into Roy's big hands. "No way he didn't know something was up at the end there."
"I have no doubt," Roy chuckled, kissing Ed's neck. He sucked at his pulse, and the blonde hissed. "Would you rather people not know? Is this a secret?"
Ed swallowed, "I… I don't know—should it be a secret?"
"I don't know… The only thing I do know is how badly I want you right now," he murmured darkly in Ed's ear, giving his cock and balls another sensual squeeze.
The blonde turned slightly in his arms, brushing their lips together. Ed's fingers ran into his hair, and Roy groaned into his mouth, tangling their tongues. He sucked at the older man's bottom lip before pulling away breathlessly, "Then why don't we say… when we're together, we're together—and when we're not, we're not. For now."
Mustang murmured deeply, nodding as he went in for another kiss, "So it's a secret—for now. I can work with that." Their lips came together again, and Ed turned fully in Roy's arms, making his hands come out of his boxers. They ran up his waist, up his back, pulling him close as their mouths became hungry again.
But once more, the phone rang.
"I'm going to unplug that damned thing," Roy muttered over Ed's smirking lips. He reached past the blonde, keeping his other arm secured about his waist as he picked up the phone again. "Hello?" he asked, somewhat annoyed. "Slow down, tell me what happened… I fail to see how a filing emergency—argh! Fine! I'll be there in half an hour!" Roy tossed the phone down gruffly.
"You have to go," Ed deduced.
Roy nodded, "I have to go." He sighed, "I'm sorry."
"Don't be," he told him. "Can't stay cooped up forever."
The other man laughed slightly, "True." His black eyes found gold ones, searching them, "Will you come back tonight, then? We can explore more of… whatever this is."
Ed nodded, "Yeah. I'm game."
"Mmn, then tonight, it's game on," Roy challenged. "You better be prepared, FullMetal."
"Fuck you," Ed breathed. "I'm always ready."
"That's the spirit."
With that, Roy pressed Ed up against the archway and gave him a parting kiss that made his toes curl.
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"That's not your shirt."
Ed had barely gotten the door locked to his home when he heard Al's stern voice behind him. He looked down at the white button up he was wearing. Roy had given it to him before he left, as the one he'd had on last night was now buttonless. They had only found two of the buttons on the kitchen floor, so Roy wasn't able to transmute it back together—hence, Ed's borrowed shirt. It wasn't so different in style to the other one, but it was definitely made with a better material.
"Ah, no, it's not," Ed confirmed for his little brother. He walked into the living room where Al was sitting and having a cup of tea.
The younger Elric's eyes studied his face and posture, holding his cup and saucer elegantly, "You have a cut on your lip."
He touched his mouth, feeling how swollen it felt, and the bite mark Al was talking about, "Yeah, that was—"
"You're standing oddly as well," Alphonse went on.
Ed was sore—pleasantly so—but sore nonetheless, and apparently it was written all over the way he was standing. He scratched the back of his neck, blushing, "W-Well—"
"Did you get in a fight with the General?" Al asked, exasperated. "Ed, we need this job. We can't afford to lose it, so you need to be careful."
"It wasn't like that!" Ed insisted. "Roy and I are good."
"Roy?" Alphonse asked, quirking a curious eyebrow. "Not, 'Colonel Bastard,' or 'General Useless'?"
He blushed, but folded his arms, shrugging, "Well, it's like you said. I need to be careful. Might as well call the bastard by his name."
"Sure," Al said, taking a sip of his tea.
"I'm going to shower really fast and we'll go, alright? I can get something to eat in the lunchroom when we get there," Ed told him, turning to leave.
"Take your time, Brother," he said with a nod.
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Al figured it out a few hours later, when the two of them had to report to Roy's office.
Someone on his team had mis-filed everything from the last three months, and it included the already decoded notes Ed and Al had worked on when they'd been hired. They needed to oversee the re-sorting and re-filing Mustang's team was doing to make sure everything went in its proper place.
Ed could feel Al staring at him as they gathered around a large conference table that was brought into the room for the sorting. Roy had a similar "cut" on his bottom lip, and if it wasn't obvious with that alone, then the strange tension between them made it glaring.
At least, to someone as astute as Al.
As for the others—Hawkeye, Breda, Falman, and Havoc—they were all too focused on the documents on the table to notice the obvious sexual energy between the two men. When the tea and coffee was brought into the room, and Ed went to grab a cup, Al followed him there.
"So," the younger Elric began quietly, "I guess it wasn't a fight, then."
Ed blushed, pouring a cup of coffee, "Nope. I guess not."
"Well, alright then," Al said with a shrug. "What I said to you this morning still stands, though: be careful."
"I know, Al," he told his brother earnestly. "I will."
"Good." Al paused, "We should have him over for dinner."
Ed froze mid-sip. He swallowed, "It… might be a little soon for that. We'll see."
"A little soon for what?" asked Havoc, coming up to the cart and reaching between the brothers for a cup to fill.
"New curtains," Al said quickly. Ed shot him a look behind Havoc, shaking his head.
Havoc paid it no mind, shrugging and nodding, "They can be expensive, I guess."
Ed rolled his eyes, setting his cup down, "I'm going to the bathroom."
He turned on his heel and walked out, down the hall, to the restroom. Central kept every part of the outpost immaculately clean, even the bathrooms. The marble floors, walls, and counters shined like new, as well as the sinks, stalls, and urinals. A couple of floor-length mirrors were flush with the wall next to the sinks, polished and streak-free.
When Ed arrived, there were several other men in uniform using the facilities, and he approached a urinal away from them to do his business.
The door opened again, and Ed heard a familiar voice behind him.
"Gentlemen," it said, greeting a pair that was on their way out.
The tension was back, and Ed felt his mouth go dry, acutely aware of the presence moving behind him. It settled beside him, a few urinals away, and Ed peeked out the corner of his eye at its origin.
Roy was looking back at him, a slight smile tugging at his lips. They looked away from each other. Ed finished and righted himself again, walking over to wash his hands. He looked in the mirror, spying only two other men left in the bathroom.
He took extra care washing his hands—wouldn't want to neglect his cleanliness, would he? No, of course not. He waited for the water to get hot, he thoroughly wet his hands before he applied the soap, and then he scrubbed his palms and wrists—and underneath his nails…
Ed rinsed in the hot water, and then turned it off, going over to the paper towels to dry his hands. Roy finished his business as well, and began the same long, hygienic routine with his own hands.
It was an eternity before the other two men were washing up and drying off. Luckily, no one else had walked in for the moment. Ed pretended to examine his teeth in one of the large floor-length mirrors, while Roy took an exceedingly long time putting his gloves back on.
The other men left after another minute, never even acknowledging Ed or Roy, letting the bathroom door shut behind them. Ed willed himself to keep looking at his reflection, his heart pounding in his ears.
He heard the click of the bathroom lock.
Then the wide strides of Roy's feet as he crossed the room.
Ed had barely turned before the older man pressed his back up against the mirror, sealing his mouth over Ed's, trapping him between his gloved hands. Roy murmured against his lips, tongue greedily tasting him, claiming him.
"I can't stop thinking about it," Mustang panted passionately.
Ed smirked up at him through half-lidded eyes, "About what?"
A gloved hand cupped his chin, the texture of the fabric rough and strange, "About the way you look when you cum…" He kissed him again, softly, briefly, "About the way you sound… Did you think about me?"
"Yes," Ed told him, unable to elaborate. What could he say? That he hadn't been able to stop picturing how Roy had looked standing there, stroking his cock? That, when he was in the shower later that morning, he touched himself to the memory of it? And that when he came, his fingers were in his mouth, wishing they were something else?
Instead, Ed kissed him again, pressing himself up against Roy. He ran his fingers into his short black hair, clean and sleek now that he was at work. He felt one of Roy's hands sneak down into his pants, clutching his hardening penis with gloved fingers. The loose grip combined with the rough strangeness of ignition cloth made Ed break away from the other man's mouth with a moan, pushing his hips into the sensation.
"Turn around," Roy said hoarsely. "I want you to see yourself."
Ed turned and Mustang pinned his palms against the glass before using both hands to undo Ed's belt and pants, reaching in to stroke him once again. He looked into the mirror, at the way Roy's arm was curled possessively around the front of his waist, at the wild lust in his black eyes. Ed trembled. The fact he could inspire that kind of look from the General made his ego inflate and his knees buckle.
He watched the other gloved hand work his exposed cock, and then dip down to smooth over his balls, squeezing them. Ed moaned again, bucking his hips.
"God, yes… like that," Roy breathed, nipping at Ed's ear. "I want you to see what a slut you are," he said. Ed whimpered with need, and Roy began stroking his cock again. The arm around his waist loosened, and another gloved hand went up his shirt, up to his nipple. Ed gasped when the rough fabric made contact with the sensitive flesh, flicking it in rhythm with his other hand.
"R-Roy," Ed gasped, arching his back against him.
Mustang was kissing his neck, black eyes fastened on him in the mirror. When Ed saw his tongue flash against his skin briefly, he let out another wanton cry.
"I need to see you cum again, Ed," he said urgently, the hand on his cock stroking faster. "Can you do that for me?"
"Y-Yeah," Ed sighed, biting his lip. He swallowed, looking at Roy in the mirror, "Roy?"
Mustang nipped his ear again, meeting his reflected gaze, "What?"
"Choke me."
Those hot black eyes darkened, and Roy smirked devilishly, "Ask nicely."
The deep voice made his spine tingle, and Ed was powerless against it. He swallowed thickly, whispering, "Please, choke me."
Roy stopped his hand, and the other retreated from Ed's nipple. Ed whined, twisting in his arms.
He ran his lips up and down the crook of the blonde's neck. "Is that how you ask your boss for things?" Roy prompted with a pointed look in the mirror. "Address me properly, FullMetal."
Ed squirmed, and then relented, "Please, sir—choke me, make me cum…"
Roy pressed his lips against his ear, his breath hot, "Good boy."
Ed keened at the praise, crying out when the General started up again. A gloved hand squeezed his throat as the other pumped him hard. His body twitched and jerked, and Ed could see white as he got closer to the edge, panting and moaning at himself in the mirror.
"That's it," Roy egged. "Watch yourself, Ed—cum all over the mirror for me."
His hips jutted forward as his cock exploded, jetting ropes of his cum all over the pristine mirror with a sultry moan.
"Oh that's good," the older man praised, massaging Ed's throat as he continued to pump his pulsing length. "That's so good, Ed."
Ed saw how his face flushed, the way his eyes filled with ecstasy, and the way his mouth gaped open when the orgasm tore through him. Seeing it so up close was thrilling, and he could feel Mustang grinding his cock into the cleft of his ass, rock solid.
Without warning, he slipped himself from the older man's grasp and knelt before him. At first, Roy was concerned, and even reached a hand out—but Ed slapped it away, snatching the man's belt open and hastily undoing the zipper.
"Oh fuck," Roy breathed, realizing. "Oh fuck yes, Ed…" He palmed the top of the blonde's head as his cock was freed from the uniform, and then hissed loudly when Ed licked him from bottom to tip.
Ed went for it, shoving his mouth onto it with a soft moan. Roy's hand bunched around his ponytail tightly as Ed began to bob up and down. He was unpracticed, but he didn't let that stop him from learning, or from sucking the way he wanted his own cock sucked. It didn't seem like a bad strategy either, because Roy was choking back noises and curses with every passing moment, and Ed could feel his eyes watching him from above.
He managed to get about halfway down, sucking it to the back of his mouth and slashing his tongue against it. Roy throbbed in his mouth, and Ed moaned, holding his hips for leverage as he continued on him.
"M-Much… It's t-too much," he growled. "E-ED!"
All at once, Ed's tongue was bathed in warm, salty cum. He coughed, but he didn't retreat. Determined not to let it go to waste, he swallowed every bit that Roy's cock spurted in his mouth. "Mmn," he murmured, lapping at the tip once the throbbing slowed. His lips came away from him with a soft pop, and Ed looked up at the General, flushed but smirking.
"You said to be ready," Ed said cheekily.
Roy helped him to his feet, his eyes flickering between several emotions: surprise, lust, relief, gratitude… "I wasn't expecting that," he told the blonde with a slight laugh.
"Yeah, well, I just… wanted to," Ed said with a shrug as they both fixed their pants.
The other man smiled warmly, "Well, I'm glad."
He cleared his throat, "So, uh… Should I bring anything tonight?"
Roy snorted a laugh, "Like what?"
"I don't know! Like a bottle of wine, or something," Ed said, blushing. He folded his arms and looked away, scowling.
"If you like," he said with a nod, pulling Ed to him by the waist. "I don't imagine we'll be opening it though."
"We could open it after, you pervert."
Roy laughed heartily, nodding again, "Alright then. Very well. We'll open it after." He kissed Ed tenderly, cupping his cheek.
When they parted, Ed bit his lip, "Um, Al knows, by the way. He pieced it together pretty quick."
"Good," Roy said with a warm smile. "I wouldn't expect anything less from the Elrics."
"He wants us all to have dinner. At some point—doesn't have to be soon or anything," Ed told him, his face heating up again. "I told him we'd have to see."
"I have no qualms about dinner," Roy reassured him. "Set a date. I'll make it work."
"Oh," Ed said, smiling sheepishly. "Okay. I'll let him know."
"So I suppose we're doing this, then," Mustang said with a lopsided grin.
Ed grinned with him, "Yeah… I guess we are."
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Y'all weren't ready.
Congratulations again to my dear friend ForgettableFox!
For those of you reading on AO3, here is the link to Calamity Tempest - Miko's Melody. The final chapter, the epilogue, has yet to be posted, but it will be next week! Go ahead and catch up!
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Glacier