He Brought Him Grapes

Edited RolePlay By Interstella and 'Jordan'.

Part Five

Mustang was frozen where he sat, arms hovering in the air awkwardly in his surprise. His eyes were wide as the full force of the situation slowly settled on him.

Ed was kissing him. Not well, but he was.

Slowly, his eyes closed and his hand moved up to the back of Ed's neck as he reacted to and deepened the kiss. Nothing else mattered, nothing else existed. Completely unaware of all the problems, all the obstacles on that list, Roy was in bliss. Ed may not have well known how to kiss, but Mustang sure as hell did. His lips moved against the smaller boy's, sucking gently and using his tongue to guide their mouths open. He kissed him slowly, fingers curling into the golden hair of Ed's braid as he walked him through it.

He tried to think of a reason not to be doing this, but all the things he'd worried about before evaded him now. His mind was far too fogged with his desire.

Ed let out a muffled squeak when Roy started to lick his mouth, but soon he melted into the kiss, moving slowly and clumsily as he tried to kiss back. Mustang seemed to want him to move closer, so he did, bringing his knees up, he placed them on either side of Roy's legs, straddling him as he moved closer, trying to get the hang of the kiss.

Like with everything else, Ed was a fast learner. He soon caught on and his arms snaked around Roy's neck as he tried to deepen the kiss. After a very short while, what was happening finally caught up with his body, and he could feel the reaction it had as his blood travelled south, pooling in his groin.

Pulling away from the kiss, he looked at Roy as he tried to get his breath back. One deep breath after another came, but no words. An awkward silence settled on them, and it was something Ed had not been expecting. He thought that it would be easy. Once the decision was made, he and the colonel would instantly be closer. It was the sort of naivety that he was afraid of showing.

"S-so…" He tried to break the silence, fully aware that he was still on Roy's lap and that he was now painfully hard, which was a bit embarrassing. He shouldn't be so turned on by a simple kiss. "That's what all the fuss was about…" He mumbled breathlessly.

Roy watched Ed through low-lidded eyes. The kid was blushing and flustered… and by what Roy could tell from where he was sitting, very, very excited.

Mustang's eyes were clouded with lust, his imagination grabbing hold of what had just happened and running with it as far and as fast as it could. He wanted to touch Ed, wanted to feel Ed, and, fuck, he wanted to kiss him in so many other places.

He licked his lips as they slowly tilted into a smirk. He'd gotten a taste – a real one this time – and damn did Ed taste good. There was no way the colonel could go back now. Havoc was attractive, sure, but just watching the guy smoke as he lazed around really wasn't all that exciting. This was different. It was only now that Mustang really new that he had fallen, and fallen hard, for the Hero of the People. He should have seen it coming that FullMetal would always try to pull the Flame down with him.

Chuckling softly at Ed's comment, he shook his head.

"I am so fucked," he murmured huskily as he tilted his forehead against the blonde's.

Still breathing deeply, Ed found himself smiling, his hands gently rubbing random patterns on Roy's back. "S-so." He started, trying to regain his composure. "Does that mean I get to top?" He asked, trying hard to joke rather than face the reality of what he'd just started.

Leaning forward, he kissed Roy again, not so passionately this time, just a soft press of his lips against Roy's. "I'm just curious." He said, kissing Roy again as he tried to move closer, "you'll teach me." He added between two more kisses. It was like he was trying to justify what they were doing. "It doesn't mean," again with another kiss, "we're together…" And with that, he kissed Roy deeper, moving so close now that his body was pressed flush against Roy's.

A soft hiss of pleasure escaped him as he moved against the other, the bulge in his trousers gently colliding with Roy's torso. The fact that they were in hospital, or that the door was open didn't seem to register with Ed, all that mattered was the man under him and the kiss they were sharing.

Now that Ed was taking initiative, that was all the justification Mustang needed to finally release the block that was holding him back. The moment he felt the boy's hips moving against him, he snapped and sat forward, flipping the position so that Ed was now the one on his back and Mustang had his wrists pinned to the mattress on either side of his head.

"You top me? In your dreams," Roy breathed against Ed's ear before nipping it gently and moving down, trailing hot, wet kisses over the boy's neck.

"Follow me..." the colonel all but moaned against the warm skin, "I'll show you how..."

Roy could feel Ed's heartbeat pounding against his own chest as he slid his tongue up from the boy's collar bone to the shell of his ear. He sounds Ed made, the way he writhed beneath the colonel, the heat emanating from his body was driving Roy off the edge. He'd always been one to never want something unless he wanted it bad. And, oh did he want this bad. It had all been sudden, so impulsive, so why did he feel like he'd been waiting all his life for this?

Mustang rolled his hips between Ed's legs, hissing at the fabric between them. He found his fingers weaving themselves with Ed's on each hand as he moaned, low and gentle, into his ear.

"A-actually," Ed managed to pant out between breathless moans, "you always topped in my dreams." He arched his back, bringing his hips up to meet Roy's and leaned his neck back, allowing the colonel more room to work. He'd never felt so good in his life, and never had a situation felt so… right. Instincts aside, Ed still believed that this was a sin, but he had already committed one taboo. Maybe this one would have better consequences.

"Naghn…" he groaned, "M-mustang…" He sounded like he wanted to say something, even to his own ears, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember what. A flash by the door reminded him. Oh yes.

"M-Mustang…" He tried to speak again, moaning deeply before continuing. Even with all his squirming and moaning, he didn't expect to be this out of breath. "H-Hawkeye is p-pointing a gun at you."

And sure enough, in the doorway, was a very pissed off looking Riza Hawkeye, aiming a gun at her superior officer.

--- End Part 5 ---

A/N: Sorry this was short… The next part should be up soon.