Through Metamorphosis
By RWThunder
Part V
Although he had never dared to dream of anything of the kind in his life, Edward found himself drowning in the sensation of Roy's lips on his hand, wishing he could feel those damp, burning caresses on every part of his body.
His hand…he just had to pick his right one, hadn't he?
A few months before, that kiss would have died upon the shield of cold metal belonging to his automail. And while the euphoric emotions triggered by Roy's unexpected tenderness would still have registered, Ed would not have been able to describe what that warm mouth felt like.
And, gentlemanly as the action was, nothing had ever felt so intimate to the blond in all his life.
Things were moving quickly. Ed had been quick to remind everyone that he was no longer a child, but this adult world was still very new to him. Even as an early adolescent, he had never had the chance to sample the forbidden fruits of sexual pleasure. He had his brother to mind, a body reclaim, a war to stop.
Now, he had Roy. Or rather, Roy had him. That last kiss had sealed the deal. Ed now understood his current position clearly; He had the eagerness and passion, but Roy had skill and something more than plain experience, he had a natural talent, a way of knowing, a way of coaxing and comforting and guiding Edward into situations he didn't even know existed.
Ed was not ready to be in charge, far from it. This was Roy's field and, as he had already exhibited, he was more than happy to be Fullmetal's guide in a world of sensation, heat, and desire. The blond's job was to say 'yes,' 'no,' 'slower,' 'faster.' And in this way, two would become one.
Being a perceptive youth, Edward had long since observed how lovers of unbalanced ability gradually became equals, came to share dominance in a relationship. One learning from the other until, one day, they both were able to teach and guide each other.
More than anything else, Ed realized that he wanted to be able to share that kind of intimacy and companionship with Roy. Someday, he would make the brunette shiver from his kisses and ache for his touch, the both of them would be equally entranced with each other, obsessed, infatuated, until the fire died down. If they survived that burning heat together, if they held strong, something much more powerful than lust would be born from their passion.
Ed didn't understand love beyond what he felt for his brother, or what he had felt for his mother. However, he could guess that if he and Roy carefully built their relationship, then he would quickly become familiar with the love that was whispered about in all tongues around the world, the love behind infatuation and simple lust.
But to Edward, who still clutched at his virginity, that goal seemed a very long way away. He glanced up at Roy, slowly tracing the brunette's profile with hungry eyes. He felt his heart speed up.
Maybe the completion he sought was not as far off as he thought.
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Roy glowered at the simmering pot, giving the contents inside a thoughtful prod with the wooden spoon. Beside him, Ed hovered anxiously, standing by with a plethora of sliced vegetables upon a damp cutting board, grimly awaiting their smoldering fate.
"Alright, a bit more." The brunette stood aside as the blond guided a few handfuls of the ingredients into the boiling abyss, preparing for Roy's next command.
"Ah—there you go." He tapped Fullmetal's hand gently to stop him, taking up the spoon once more and returning to his stirring. Ed reluctantly moved away with the cutting board, mourning the loss of contact in contrast with the jubilance of the vegetables remaining.
"This will do fine." Roy gave a curt nod. Immediately, they both went about restoring order in the kitchen, each tackling a different task. In five minutes or so, the table was set, the cutting board washed, and the flame in the stove brought down to a low simmer.
Edward slowly worked his cloth over the handle of a knife, removing the stickiness of the juice and sliding the lingering seeds off of the blade. When the metal gleamed to his liking, Ed discarded the damp fabric and ran his finger over the width of the blade, lifting off over the tip.
When he brought his hand up, the blond was surprised to see a trickle of blood welling out of his fingertip, embracing the skin there in an eerie warmth. It was his right hand, the hand that had been invincible, composed of the same steel-like essence that now bit at his flesh. Watching the ruby flow continue its journey down his hand, Ed felt strangely vulnerable.
Suddenly, he snatched up the dishrag and quickly scrubbed away at the wound, rubbing the red heat out of his skin. He then squeezed the cloth around the small wound, absorbing the dull ache it emitted as punishment for his carelessness.
"Edward, are you done over there?' Fullmetal forgot all about his small dilemma the moment he turned around and saw Roy seated on the floor, his head leaned back on a table leg, pale neck arched. Ed swallowed.
"Yeah…" He sat beside the former general, hunched forward without any sort of support for his back.
Ed's contemplation of their job well done was interrupted as Roy's slender fingers tickled his spine, causing him to stiffen in surprise. Beside him, he heard the brunette exhale heavily. Again, his hair was unbound and the blond strands fell freely over his back.
"You've really got to keep it down, Edward." Roy commented, almost succeeding in hiding the lustful strain in his voice. Ed shrugged.
"It's a bother, really," He replied, already second-guessing his opinion of it as Roy tugged gently and wove his hand through the golden waves.
"It's an asset, something you should be proud of. You take much better care of it now, I've noticed that." Finally his fingers moved to the base of Edward's neck, applying light pressure there. Instantly the blond reacted, leaning back into the touch.
Roy circled his fingers in the groove of the back of Ed's neck, eliciting a soft moan from his golden-eyed companion.
"Come here," The brunette said hoarsely, pulling unceremoniously on a handful of blond hair. Licking his lips, Ed turned and crawled into Roy's lap, letting the former general guide him into a comfortable position.
For a moment, Fullmetal simply sunk into Roy's hold, flesh burning flesh through their clothes. The gentle rubbing on his neck continued, sliding up to the base of his skull and pressing soothingly.
Bright eyes darted to his companion's face, his hair, his mouth. Taking a deep breath, Ed reached and fisted a hand in Roy's charcoal strands, relishing the satiny feel on his recently obtained right hand. Unconsciously, he gave a light tug.
Dark eyes narrowed and the rubbing ceased. Edward resisted the urge to groan in disappointment.
"What do you want, Edward?" The blond blinked back at him in confusion. He licked his lips again in nervousness.
"I…"
"You don't need to ask my permission." Somehow, Roy had brought their faces closer together. Ed frowned and for a moment, they sat still and said nothing. Then Fullmetal did something he never thought he'd be brave enough to do; Tugging once more on Flame's hair, he leaned forward and kissed the older man soundly, bring his legs over to lock around Roy's waist.
This time, it was the brunette who opened his mouth in acceptance, encouraging Ed even as his hands moved to the blond's shoulders, steadying him and keeping him close.
Edward stole breaths in between the furious bouts of contact between their lips, his left hand grabbing a handful of Roy's shirt and twisting the fabric into absolute distortion, the other still clenched in Flame's hair.
The sun set behind the hills, filling the kitchen with a soft glow and extending the conjoined shadows of the two alchemists.
Roy slid his hand down Ed's spine, digging his nails into the small of his back. Fullmetal groaned and wrenched at the weak cloth of the brunette's shirt, nearly tearing it. Continuing, nimble fingers snuck beneath the hem of Edward's shirt, teasing the soft skin there before moving up over the waistband of his pants.
As the Flame Alchemist ghosted his palm over the curve of Ed's behind, the blond suddenly became aware of an insistent stirring between his legs, a feeling that was not unknown, but hardly familiar. He gasped into Roy's mouth when that offending hand gripped him firmly, and he tugged a little harder on those dark strands than was intended.
In one swift movement, the hand abandoned its former mission and snatched Ed's own, pulling it free of that midnight sea. Sharp eyes took in the torn strip of cloth wrapped discreetly around the blond's index finger.
"You're hurt." Roy's voice was breathless, but still heavy with shock and concern. Edward looked from the brunette to his injured digit and back again, the incident with the knife coming back to him through the haze of arousal. He gulped.
Ed's hand jerked in Roy's, the finger under scrutiny twitching slightly.
"It's just a cut, I'd forgotten about it." He avoided Flame's eyes, focusing instead on his own rushed heartbeat and the answering pound coming from Roy's chest.
Slowly, the brunette relaxed his grip, bringing his other hand around to stroke the flesh bearing the wound. The fabric was gently pulled from around Ed's finger and floated to the floor beside them, a small faded stain decorating the opposite side.
Roy examined the small puncture and the corner of his mouth rose subtly.
"It's small, and it looks like it didn't bleed much." Those dark eyes softened and the blond relaxed in his lap.
"Yeah, it's nothing really."
"Hm." Ed wondered if they could go back to kissing again. Unfortunately for him, his companion had become somewhat contemplative and was silent for a time.
"You're not accustomed to revealing your pain to others." He stated, rubbing his thumb over the small cut with care. "It's not a lack of trust, it's the fact that you're very self-absorbed and independent. I understand that." He placed a small kiss to the wound that sent a shiver up Ed's spine.
"But, Edward," The former general's voice had become strangely soft and quiet. "I want to be someone that you can share your pain with. I want to know when you hurt and why. I want to help." Ed drew in breath sharply when Roy brought his finger to his lips, through them, and sucked gently.
"Oh…fuck…" There was that stirring again. The brunette smirked at him around the digit, eyes dancing with playfulness.
"I'm serious you know." He bit down lightly and Edward arched in his lap, inadvertently rocking their hips together. It was Roy's turn to gasp. He let Edward's finger fall from his lips and gripped the boy's hips with both hands, pulling him forward against him. The blond let his head fall forward onto his companion's shoulder.
"Fucking hell…" He breathed, pressing eagerly against Roy's waist. The Fullmetal Alchemist heard the brunette chuckle.
"I haven't heard you curse in a long time." He whispered hotly, moving his hands down past his back to grip him almost painfully.
"I thought I'd gotten out of the habit years ago. Sometimes I just slip back into it, I guess…" Another gasp.
"You lose control." Roy stated simply. He laved his tongue over Ed's ear. "I like it." Ed's fingers shook as they moved over Flame's collarbone and tore at the front of his shirt, dislodging several buttons.
The blond was rewarded with a soft moan from his companion when he trailed his fingers down the front of his bare chest, the movement innocent and experimental. Much to Roy's surprise, the hand didn't stop and he felt shaky fingers trace the tightness in his pants. Reason hit him with a resounding smack.
"No…not here." He gently guided Fullmetal's hands away. Ed blinked up at him, a question forming on those bruised lips. Roy worked hard to restrain himself.
"Later, not yet." He glanced over the blond's shoulder at the pot on the stove. "First, we have dinner."
It felt a crime to let food touch his lips when he could have been kissing Roy instead. Despite this, Edward allowed himself to be lifted gently from the brunette's lap, handed a plate, and placed on a chair at the table.
Dimly, Ed wondered if Roy was human or a sex god in mortal form. Throughout their meal, he fought the urge to ask, at the same time, damning the chair beneath him for differentiating itself so strongly from the warmth and intimacy of the brunette's lap.
--
All of a sudden, Ed found himself being tossed onto the welcoming blankets of Roy's bed. He'd never felt so hot and bothered in his life, although the frustration was quite nostalgic.
Roy Mustang made short work of their shirts, making even that seem sensual and teasing as the tips of his fingers tickled the blond's skin.
Ed moved his right arm behind him almost instinctively, blushing slightly when Flame chuckled and brought it forward, showering the treasured flesh in hot kisses.
The oldest Elric scooted back to give his partner more room, lying back and parting his legs for him without complaint, readily accepting the fiery lips upon his own and opening his mouth for Roy's unique taste.
His mind registered the brush of the Flame Alchemist's fingers over his bare chest, paying special attention to the newly acquired arm and the juncture between his shoulder and the limb where old scars still lingered.
Ed responded mindlessly with the shifting of his body beneath Roy, with his encouraging gasps and low moans that fed hunger into the brunette's needy touch. He was distantly aware of the former general tugging his pants down to his ankles, the blond's hands diving into the bedding when a warm tongue dragged over the tent in his boxers.
A soft cry.
Roy rid his companion of his last stitch of clothing and wasted no time. Within the next three minutes, The Flame Alchemist performed the most sinful and amazing things with his tongue, driving Ed into a crazed state of lust he had never thought existed. Then again, he'd never known that Roy Mustang could suppress his gag reflex, either.
Ed came with a scream that told his companion 'thank you' and 'you're amazing' and 'that was really good.' The Fullmetal Alchemist was left breathless, dead to the world, and with the knowledge that he wouldn't be able to speak correctly for at least a few minutes.
A cloud of euphoria enveloped his senses and a strange fatigue, a kind of sleepy satisfaction, sunk into his body. As the mattress materialized beneath him once more, Edward became aware of a nagging feeling in his mind.
There was more to come yet. He wasn't sure that he was up to returning the favor, but he knew there was something else Roy wanted from him, something he had the choice to give and thought he'd throw away the instant they finished dinner.
Roy loomed over him, still doting upon the soft skin of his inner thighs and lower abdomen. Warmth pooled in Ed's groin and he wriggled under the other man's ministrations, biting his lip.
So fast…
The brunette engaged him in a hungry kiss that was almost too much for Ed to handle. Again his lips were abandoned and Roy moved slowly over his neck and collarbone. Eventually, Ed's time would run out. The moment would come.
Edward became strangely numb to Roy's touch as the Flame Alchemist worked his way over the sensitive areas of his chest. He felt his body reacting all the same, but a growing discomfort that refused to be quelled had his mind otherwise occupied.
All too soon, Roy came to his half-hard manhood but surprised him by going lower, sucking fervently on his fingers and sliding one over his thigh until he came to Ed's entrance.
A sharp gasp.
Without thinking, Edward's hand shot forward and seized the brunette's wrist. For a moment, he just stared at the slick fingers, positioned so close to something he had only just realized he wasn't ready to expose. Too fast.
"Oh shit," he breathed, realizing what he had done. Despite his sincere efforts, Ed couldn't seem to detach his fingers from Roy's wrist. He shook his head in exasperation, his other hand shifting nervously and dancing over the rumpled sheets.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean…"
"It's okay, Edward," A comforting voice said. The blond sat up indignantly as Flame began to slowly move his hand away.
"Hey, it's alright, I'm…"
"I said it's okay, Edward." Roy was moving away from his parted legs, patting the hand the clutched his wrist with the one that remained free.
"Roy, I didn't mean to, we can still…" Those eyes silenced him.
"Listen to me, Ed, we don't have to do this now." An angry flush blossomed in the blond's face and he tried in vain to tug his hand free. Roy held him fast.
"I said it's fine! I want this, I've waited for this…!" The brunette was shaking his head, making golden eyes go wide with rage and embarrassment.
"I…I…" The blanket ripped in his hand. "I just…!" Suddenly, Edward felt warm arms wrap themselves around him, holding him close as a hand stroked his hair. Roy's breath was hot on his ear and almost shaky.
"Hush…" He murmured.
"Roy, please…" Ed's voice cracked. In all of five seconds, he resigned himself to his plight and let his head fall against Roy's shoulder. "Oh no…" The hand stroking his hair redoubled its efforts, its companion rubbing small circles into Fullmetal's back.
"I'm sorry, Edward," that voice, coupled with the sensation of being held and comforted made a sob rise in the blond's throat. "Don't worry, it's okay."
"No! It's not…I just…I can't do this right now." Ed voice rose with renewed frustration.
"I know." It wasn't good enough. Ed reached up and tugged hard on midnight strands.
"Roy, please!" The kiss was hot and demanding and it was just what Fullmetal needed to feel better about the situation, to feel forgiven, then wanted. Still wanted.
Slowly, Roy let himself fall back onto the mattress, pulling Ed with him. The blond moved automatically so that he was laid out half on and half off of his partner, one knee resting on Roy's legs while he leaned his head on the brunette's shoulder. An arm snaked itself around his waist and held him.
"Go to sleep, Edward." Flame coaxed, kissing his forehead.
"Roy, I'm sorry…" His trembling returned in the dark.
"It's okay," another kiss. "It's okay."
"…alright." Shame still burned in his cheeks but somehow the closeness of his partner reassured him. He snuggled closer, almost hesitant to do so, feeling undeserving of the intimacy. Roy's arm tensed in an answering squeeze.
"Sleep," he pressed. And gradually, Ed fell into a darkness beyond that of the room they now shared.
--
If Edward believed in anything, it was the healing powers of a good night's sleep. He woke earlier than usual, surprising himself with his own good cheer. Waking up in Roy's arms felt good, it felt like acceptance.
He amused himself by playing with the brunette's hair, his eyes entertained by the peaceful sight of his companion while asleep.
After a time, the blond grew restless and squirmed in Flame's arms, already charged and eager to start the new day. After a moment's pondering, he came to a firm decision.
Roy had not expected to wake up to anything but gloom and Ed's bashfulness. He certainly hadn't expected to be getting a surprisingly outstanding blow job, either. If he had thought that Ed knew nothing, he could say that the boy knew enough to swallow.
"Good morning." The blond smirked, glowing with pride. Roy struggled to find his voice.
"Good morning to you, too."
"Was that okay? Care to continue?" Ed crawled up to Roy over the blankets, still smiling. Said brunette reeled in confusion.
"Ed, we don't have to—that was amazing—last night you weren't, I don't think we should—where'd you learn to do that?" Unable to rely on his words, Roy brushed his hand over the blond's cheek, returning his smile.
"I'm a fast learner." He kissed Roy and was positive he'd never done a better job of it.
"I can see that. But, Edward, I don't think we should…" He was silenced with another kiss.
"I'm ready. If you don't believe me, let me prove it to you, fair?" Warm hands massaged their way down the brunette's chest. Unable to stop himself, Roy let his head fall back against the pillows, enjoying the sensations.
"Fair."
TBC
-Thunder
MazokuOnna: I'm sorry to report that this chapter was another tease. But don't worry, as you can probably tell, you'll have your satisfaction in the upcoming installment.
Michelle: Honestly, neither can I.
Metranome: Thank you, you sure know how to make an authoress feel good!
TrulyWished: If you're a pervert, than I am no different. This next lemon is for you.
Nodjmet: I am a lousy updater. I made up for it tonight, though—or should I say, this morning? Thanks for your detailed comments, I love to hear specifically what people liked about my story. Tells me what I have to maintain, neh?
