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Chapter 4

Edward went to his room. Angrily he tried to rip off the apron and dress but it gave him nothing but grief. The apron straps were tangled up and the more he worked at the knot in the back the tighter it got. Finally he lost what little patience he had. He alchemized his arm blade and cut it loose. The apron fell at his feet. He took off the dress and flung it across the room.

What a total and complete asshole Mustang was! He sat down on the bed and put his head in his hands. Humiliating him in front of Hawkeye like that! Alright, so he'd ruined his date but was that really an excuse?

At least Hawkeye liked him. He didn't really think she'd tell anyone. She hadn't laughed or anything when she'd seen him. Maybe it would be alright.

Ed stood up and put on the housecoat. It was still warm and smelled like that bastard Mustang. It was big on him too. He would make fun of him when he saw him wearing this too. Well at least the robe hung below his knees so it was a damn site better than the maid costume. He cinched the belt tightly.

Then he reached underneath and took off the lacy panties he'd been wearing. They joined the dress on the other side of the room. There was no way in hell he was going into Mustang's room wearing those. He wished he had his boxers but he was willing to go commando rather than suffer the humiliation of that bastard seeing him in those frilly things again.

He went into the hallway. The house was now shrouded in darkness except for one door that was ajar with a faint light coming from it. Ed figured it had to be the bastard's bedroom.

Ed swallowed nervously making sure again that the robe was closed as tight as possible. The bastard better not try anything funny or he would alchemize his ass and the consequences be damned! He padded down the hall and pushed the door open.

Sure enough it was the bastard's bedroom.

Mustang was lying on the bed atop a black satin comforter with pillows propped around him. His pale skin stood out in sharp contrast to the covers by the light of a rather dim bedside light.. He was surprisingly well toned for someone who sat at a desk all day.

The bastard was looking rather comfortable with a glass of amber colored liquor in one hand and paging through a magazine with the other. He was wearing only a pale blue towel wrapped around his waist. He looked up when Edward came in.

"There you are Fullmetal, I thought I'd have to come looking for you," Mustang smiled noticing Ed still had his pigtails and makeup on.

"Whatever," Ed answered. He looked around the room. It was pretty simply decorated. The walls were cream colored. The furniture was all dark stained wood. Heavy black drapes hung over the window matching the comforter Mustang was laying on.

Other than the man on the bed Ed could see no obvious signs of perversion.

"Well, come in," Mustang said putting his drink and magazine on the nightstand. "You can hardly give me a massage from across the room."

Ed walked over to the bedside. Mustang opened the drawer and took out a bottle containing a thick clear liquid and handed it to him.

Edward took it and read the label: "2-in-1 warming body massage and personal lubricant delicately scented for use in all those intimate areas that..." Ed stopped reading and swallowed hard, pushing back the images that started flooding through his mind. It didn't help that the bottle was half full.

When he looked up he saw that Mustang had flipped over on his stomach with the towel now just lying loosely over his ass. The bastard was looking at him over his shoulder expectantly. "I want a full body massage, Fullmetal. Don't leave out a single inch."

"Sick bastard," muttered Ed as he climbed up and knelt next to Roy on the bed.

His weight on the mattress shifted Roy towards him so that his thigh was pressed up against Ed's leg. He could feel the warmth of him through the silky robe. He glanced at Roy to see how he reacted but Mustang just closed his eyes. Ed decided to just get on with it. The sooner he started the sooner he'd be finished.

He uncapped the bottle and squirted a rather generous portion on to Roy's back. Ed was surprised when Roy gasped and his body shuddered in response.

"What?" Ed asked.

"It's cold!" Roy answered into the mattress, his eyes still closed.

"Life is hard," Ed said sarcastically as he leaned forward running his hands through the oil on Roy's back.

It coated his skin in a luxurious way squeezing through his fingers. It might actually be good for his auto-mail too he considered as it slicked over his metal fingers. The scent was really nice too. Ed couldn't quite place what it smelt like. It was almost herbal, maybe vanilla he thought as he spread the oil up over Roy's shoulders. He found himself wondering what it would taste like.

Suddenly he noticed that the oil pooled in the small of Roy's back was starting to form little rivulets to run down the sides of his waist. Ed ran his hands along Roy's side to spread it downward. The sleeves of his robe pushed the towel down ahead of his hands so before he knew it his hands were sliding over Roy's butt.

Ed blushed bright red. He couldn't believe it. He was actually touching the bastard's butt! He quickly continued downward spreading the oil over Roy's thighs. Even that wasn't great but it was a hell of a lot better than his ass!

When he had need of more oil, Ed paused to pick up the wayward towel and put it back in place. He had seen other guy's butts before but that didn't mean he wanted one staring him in the face. He rubbed more oil on his hands and put it straight on his legs careful not to make the same mistake again.

Once he had the oil evenly distributed over Roy's body, Ed decided to begin with the legs. He found that he couldn't do too much with Roy's feet pointing downwards so he started kneading his calves. They were very muscular and not too hairy so the oil had left them quite slick.

Ed tried not to think too hard about who and what he was touching so distract himself he tried to think in scientific terms. He reviewed what he knew about human anatomy. The muscles in Roy's calf were gastrocnemius muscles, above the back of his knees running up the center were the semitendinosus and biceps femoris. Running up on the outside of his legs was the iliotibial tract and on the inside the semimembranosus, the gracillis and the adductor magnus muscles.

Now Ed was already in dangerous territory as he considered the gluteus maximus that lay hidden again beneath the towel. While Edward realized how important Roy's ass was in his life and how much he used it he decided the bastard would have to be satisfied with the treatment he already given it. He'd touched it once already and that was enough.

Ed went straight to Roy's lower back and started working on the muscles there. His thoughts of anatomy faded away as he worked at the muscular back. Roy's small noises of pleasure and the changes in his breathing distracted him. He found that he enjoyed the bastard's reactions to what he did and he started trying to evoke them. When he found a particularly tight knot of muscles in his back or shoulders Mustang would groan in pleasure. Ed enjoyed the feeling of power immensely.

When Ed started working his arms Roy stopped him.

"Just a minute," Roy said. "I'll turn over." He held the towel in place and rolled underneath it, sighing contentedly as he lay back down and closed his eyes.

Ed poured a small amount of oil into his human hand to warm it a bit before spreading it out on Roy's stomach and chest. He was a lot more conservative in its use since he knew a little would go a long way. When Roy's arms were oiled up Ed went to work on them and his hands. They were quite muscular surprisingly and Ed could tell how relaxed Roy had become from how his arm just flopped around.

Ed couldn't help but look at Roy as he laid peacefully there the light from the lamp glowing on his slick muscles. He really was good looking. No wonder all the women seemed to go after him. Ed smiled. He even looked good with the cat whiskers. Ed wondered idly if they would be gone by the time he went back to work. God he hoped not.

Ed slid his hands over Roy's chest, his thumbs flicking over Roy's nipples. Ed looked at Roy to see if he reacted but he just lay there eyes closed breathing evenly. Ed repeated the move a few more times until they became harden nubs but still there was no reaction from Roy. He slid his hands down Roy's sides and Ed's elbow brushed against a rather hard prominent object under the towel. Ed froze for a moment.

There had been a reaction he was just looking for it in the wrong place.

Ed blushed furiously. The bastard was getting off on Ed touching him. He looked back at Roy expecting to see some kind of a leer or perverted smirk. But he was just laying there; his oiled body gleamed in the lamplight. His chest rose and fell gracefully as he breathed with his lips slightly parted. Beautiful. He really was beautiful Ed realized.

Ed looked back to the towel and felt his own body responding. He shifted on the bed to stay comfortable. Did Roy really find him attractive? Did he really want him? Is that why he wasn't stopping him or saying anything?

Ed was surprised to realize that he found the idea was very hot. Up until this moment he'd never really considered another man sexually but the prospect of being with Mustang was a most definite turn on. The guy who could have any woman he wanted was hot for him. Ed felt himself getting harder.

Was this really what Roy had intended? Did he really want Ed to touch him? Several times Roy had told him not to question his orders and he had said a full body massage – not to leave out a single inch. There were several inches under the towel that lay untouched. Not to mention the fact that Roy hadn't voiced any objection when Ed had touched his butt.

Still Mustang was a bastard. It might still be some kind of a trick to make fun of him at the last minute. Ed dragged the towel slowly off of Mustang leaving him laying there totally nude in front of him. Totally vulnerable and at Ed's complete mercy. Ed had never seen a sexier sight. And still no sneers or sarcastic comments.

So it was true. Mustang did want him.

Ed poured oil in his palm and rubbed his hands together to warm it. He picked up Roy's rather impressive erection and started stroking it. It responded by becoming even firmer under his touch and Mustang's breathing became deeper. Ed cupped his balls with one hand and they drew even closer to the older man's body. Ed rotated them slowly in his hand while he gripped the shaft in the other. He ran his thumb over the slit on the head of Roy's cock when he made it to the top and pulled the skin tight on the way down.

Pearls of liquid formed at the tip which Ed used to further lubricate the shaft as he started pumping it. Roy's breath was becoming more ragged now and his ass muscles clenched as he thrust into Ed's hands.

Ed's own erection ached but he didn't want to break the rhythm he had going. Mustang was bucking into his grip and groaning. His eyes opened for a moment then he squeezed them shut again as his entire body clenched and shuddered. Thick white ribbons of cum splattered over Roy's belly and Ed's hands. Ed tightened his grip as the body beneath him shook and convulsed.

Roy groaned and opened his eyes blearily as a few finally quivers passed through his body. He had fallen asleep and was having a very sexy dream about Riza. She had been doing the most wonderful things to him.

He spotted the blond head of someone sitting beside him and blinked. It hadn't been a dream? He was with Riza? Then he noticed the pigtails. Riza didn't wear pigtails.

Suddenly the events of the evening came crashing down on him. Edward had been giving him a massage when he'd fallen asleep – just what had his young subordinate been doing to him!? Roy sat up on his elbows totally stunned and saw himself covered in his own fluids.