A/N: two chapters in one night, not bad. as always, reviews are much appreciated. enjoy.

Disclaimer: I dont own FMA.

His smooth lips ghosted over my neck, and I couldn't help but pull away slightly. I knew he felt me move away but that only caused him to slide his hands across my shoulders and increase his gentle attack on my neck.

"Someone's not ticklish are they?" he grinned into my skin. I turned my head in such a way that he was forced out of the crevice of my shoulder. I knew he would probably question me for pushing him away but I just pretended there was something very interesting on my hand to avoid his gaze.

"Hey," he asked quietly, trying to gain my attention again. "What's wrong?" he asked again when I didn't reply, grabbing my chin gently so I had to look him in the eye.

"Nothing, I just don't feel good." it was a blatant lie but I didn't want to explain to him what happened. The more It got brought up the more it got talked about, something I didn't want to do. He gave me an odd look as if he didn't buy my response but let it go.

"I'm sorry. Do you want something to eat? Maybe that will help."

"I'm fine. I promised Al I would go eat with him later."

"You sure? If you are sick you need to eat something." He tried again.

"Yes, I'll be okay." I replied stubbornly. Maybe he was just insisting because he knew I lied. He gently pulled the reading glasses from my face, setting them down on the desk and led me downstairs. I leaned against the wall near the kitchen as he grabbed a quick drink. Before I knew it he was back against my side his body gently against mine. He gazed into my eyes lovingly as if he was waiting for me to say something, but instead he spoke first.

"I don't know what I did but I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." he spoke sincerely still holding my eyes in a gaze.

"You have nothing to be sorry for,"

"What's bothering you," he asked, hoping this time I would spill.

"I don't really wanna talk about it, it has nothing to do with you though, promise." I gave a half assed smile to be more convincing. I wrapped my arms around his waist pulling his body closer to mine. My back was flush against the wall, my face buried in blue fabric holding that strong, alluring scent I loved. I could feel his toned stomach pressing against mine beneath layers of clothing, and my heart rate steadily increased. I knew he meant nothing by it but just the fact that I was pinned against a wall by a hard warm body got my blood pumping.

"What are you so worked up about?" he asked with a smirk, surely hearing my panting breathes, my groin pressing against his upper thigh. He ground his body against me, pushing my body against the wall as he did, those sexy eyes watching me intently.

"Nothing," I grinned, gripping onto the front of his shirt.

"Doesn't seem like nothing," he replied before thrusting against me again.

"Just an old kink of mine." I said with a grin, knowing that caught his attention.

"Well now you have to tell me." he continued to grind against me causing my breaths to shorten, no doubt my face tinted red.

"I might have a bit of a power fetish that's all," I mumbled, my length getting a great deal of friction as I ground it against his thigh.

"What do you mean 'power' fetish," he asked for clarification, grabbing my hands and holding them against the wall above my head decreasing my mobility. It looked to me like he already had a good idea of what I meant.

"I like being submissive, but the fact that you have so much power over me, maybe not physically, but the fact that I'm being dominated by the man that runs this country, how is that not hot." I knew I could have explained it way better but he got the idea, and my thoughts were slowly melting from the contact against my groin.

"You saying you're only using me for my title, Fullmetal." I shivered as his voice dropped to a work like tone.

"No, but it is definitely a plus, don't you think?" I replied before a rough kiss was placed against my lips. I could feel a hard heat nudging into my hip, no doubt he was getting something from this too. His hand let go of my wrists and he took a small step back, causing a questioning look on my face.

"Down." he commanded, somewhat shocking me.

"W-what?" I asked slightly confused.

"Is that any way to address your superior officer? Down. On your knees." he replied in that velvety voice. A shiver ran down my spine as I glanced into his eyes before sinking to my knees.

"yes sir." I replied with a slight grin as I ran a hand up his leg before starting to work on the belt. My hand was quickly slapped away as I looked up again.

"Hands down." he commanded, looking down at me as I pulled my hands away to rest on my thighs. I leaned forward taking the thick belt in my teeth doing my best to undo it, pulling it through the belt loops and dropping it on the floor. It took me much longer trying to get the button of his pants and after a few moments he reached down to release the button and zipper of the pants. He reached below the elastic band of dark boxers pulling himself free of the offending fabric. He gave himself a few quick strokes before sliding the tip against my eager lips. My own hand had already started rubbing against my erection as I took him in my mouth. I took as much of him in as I could, using my flesh hand to stroke what wouldn't fit in my mouth. I could hear the soft noises coming from above me, only fueling me to suck harder. I glanced up at him keeping eye contact as long as I could knowing he was watching me swallow his cock. I pulled my own length free gasping as I took myself in my free hand. A hand tangled in my hair gripping it hard as I pulled him in and out of my wet mouth. I could tell he was getting close already, his moans getting a bit louder and his body tensing up. I pumped myself hard my body already shaking knowing neither of us were going to last long. My hand glided along his length, wet with my saliva as I sucked and teased his swollen head letting my hand take care of the rest. I could hear him mumbling above me, most of it I couldn't make out though.

"There you go," he finally spoke up his eyes clouded with lust and his hands tightening in my hair as he looked down at me. "fucking suck it," he groaned, his words sending shivers down my spine as I fucked my hand. I could feel the familiar coil rising in my stomach, but I didn't want to be the one to finish first. I looked him in the eye once again, only pulling my mouth off for a moment.

"Cum for me Roy, I want to taste you." I spoke with heavy breaths. That itself sent him over the edge. His body tensed as he pulled me against him, my mouth taking in as much as it could. Hot seed spilled into my mouth as I continued to suck hard milking him of every drop and making sure he rode out his orgasm in bliss. My own not far behind as my body locked up, my hand still pumping a quickened pace at my sensitive flesh. I swallowed what was in my mouth, gripping hard at his pant leg as my own cum dripped against the tile below me.

"fuck, fuck, fuuuck." I chanted as if it were a prayer as my muscles continued to tense. I gave myself a final stroke and reached back up to take his softening flesh between my lips once more licking him clean. He shuddered from the sensation, still coming down from his high. I pulled myself up on shaky legs, leaning against his strong warm chest as it rose slowly with each breath. A kiss was placed on my forehead, both of us still out of breath.