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Chapter 5

Roy looked up. Edward was sitting on the bed looking rather smug.

"I'm a mess," Roy said. It was the only excuse he could think of to get up so he could get his thoughts together about what just had happened.

Edward leaned over and started licking the warm salty pools off his belly. Roy lay there for a moment stunned until Ed's warm soft tongue touched his cock. It was like electricity and it shocked him back to his senses. He grabbed the towel that was lying off to the side.

"I'll just use this," he said wiping at the rest of it hurriedly. "Excuse me."

Roy slipped off the bed and pushed past Edward rather abruptly. He hurried into the bathroom closed the door and leaned against it breathing hard.

Roy's head was whirling. He wasn't sure exactly what happened.

He'd been dreaming about Riza. Though he had had dreams like this before, the sex in this one had been unbelievably intense. Something else been obviously been happening. What had Ed been doing? He could almost remember but not quite.

Ed licking up his cum couldn't be interpreted as anything but sexual. The concept was staggering.

Did Ed think Roy was forcing sex on him? He just honestly meant to get a massage. Had he said something in his sleep? What was he supposed to do now?

Roy tried to calm himself taking some deep breaths. There was no need to panic. First things first. He had to find out exactly what had happened. Until then he was just guessing.

As if on cue there was a knock on the door. "Roy, are you alright?" Edward's worried voice asked.

Roy? No Colonel Bastard? That was a very bad sign.

Roy walked over and flushed the toilet. Then he wrapped the towel tightly around his waist.

"Fine. I'm fine," he answered hoping he sounded fine. Then he ran some cold water and splashed it on his face. It woke him up a bit more. He dried his face and hands before opening the door.

Edward was standing there still in his pigtails and makeup looking very concerned. "Did I do something wrong?"

The image was a disturbing one for Roy and the question was one he couldn't really answer so he did what he always did in these situations he lied through his teeth.

"No," he said. "I think it was the takeout. You might want to wash your face," Mustang added. "And fix your hair back to normal."

Ed looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. "Oh yeah I forgot," he said and then proceeded to scrub his face. He dried it off and pulled his pigtails out looking more like his normal self.

That made it a bit easier for Mustang to talk to him. He decided on the direct approach. "Fullmetal," he began. "What just happened?"

"What do you mean what just happened?" Ed asked in a peevish tone.

"I mean the massage."

"The massage?"

"Yes," Roy said. "The massage. You were giving me a massage, then I fell asleep and when I woke up…I was….. You were…." He trailed off lamely.

"You were asleep!?" Ed demanded. "Asleep?!"

"Yes well it was relaxing and…" Mustang started trying to explain himself.

"So what you're saying is that what just happened was all ME?! Is that it? That I'm some weird pervert or something and you weren't turned on at all!" Ed started in angrily.

"No, it's just…"

"I might remind you that it was YOU who said 'A FULL BODY MASSAGE - DON'T LEAVE OUT A SINGLE INCH!'" Ed yelled in fury.

"I did...but I only meant a massage and if you weren't sure you should've asked…" Mustang explained trying to be reasonable.

Ed twisted his face into an ugly grimace in what Mustang supposed was an imitation of himself. "Do what you're TOLD and DON'T QUESTION ME!!!" Ed shouted. "AND let's not forget who it was who made me dress up like a GIRL in a MINI-SKIRT!!"

Mustang winced having everything thrown back in his face. It was all true. Still he tried again to make himself understood.

"I'm sorry, Fullmetal it was all supposed to be…." he began but stopped when he realized it probably wasn't the best time to tell Ed he'd been joking from the start.

"Sorry?! You're sorry?!!" Ed pushed past him to go back to his own room. "You are one sick perverted bastard son-of-a bitch, Mustang!" Then he stomped off back to his own room.

Mustang stood there thinking that Ed was probably right. And he was still wondering what had exactly happened.

Ed stormed off to his room slamming the door as hard as he could to try and make himself feel better. The sound reverberated quite satisfactorily and he sat down angrily on his bed. That only served to remind him of another rather pressing problem he had, in the form of a huge hard on. Arguing with Mustang in the bathroom hadn't done anything to abate it either.

Ed lay back on the bed fuming. The bastard always had to ruin everything.

Asleep?! He said he was asleep?! Ed considered the possibility that maybe Mustang was giving him the brush off because he hadn't been any good.

He replayed the scene in his mind. He saw how the bastard had squirmed and bucked as Edward had worked him. It had looked incredible. Ed had almost gotten off just by sitting there watching him. His own cock twitched in response to the memory.

Well if the bastard couldn't appreciate him – fuck him! Who needed him?

Ed reached down and started stroking himself banishing Mustang from his thoughts. He brought to mind his favorite fantasy girl. She had been a girl who worked in a store a few blocks from Izumi's with her parents. He couldn't remember her name or maybe he'd never known it. She was beautiful, about his age with soft brown hair and bright green eyes. She had really seemed to like him because whenever she saw him she'd come right over.

If it was particularly lucky day she would lean over and he could look right down her top and see her ample bosom. Once she'd caught him staring but she'd just smiled at him.

Her father didn't seem to like him much though and always tried to serve him himself. Or keep him distracted. It rarely worked so Ed often volunteered to do the shopping if they need something.

He had a favorite fantasy about her. The two of them got caught in an evening thunderstorm out in the street. Since she had the keys to the store the two of them went inside to wait it out. Cold and shivering they were both soaked to the skin. They peeled off their wet clothes down to their underwear and lay them out to dry. The lightening flashed and the thunder boomed then the power went out. She was afraid so they sat together behind the counter. Ed put his arm around her cool goose-pimpled shoulders. Their eyes met. Ed bent over her and kissed her. She kissed him back slipping her tongue into his mouth.

He slipped his flesh hand into her bra, her stiffened nipple poking through his fingers. He twisted it gently.

Then suddenly it was Mustang instead of the girl who was panting and gasping.

He was back in the bastard's bedroom down the hall illuminated only by the small bedside table. The fantasy became a hundred times more vivid. Ed could smell him on the robe he was wearing. He could still taste his essence. Mustang begged and whimpered for Ed to touch him more as Ed slowly twisted his nipple between his fingers. Mustang lowered his head into Ed's lap.

Ed cried out as his body spasmed powerfully. He came. And came. The waves of pleasure kept crashing through him. The thought of Mustang going down on him was just so unexpectedly hot. The memories he had of touching him completely erotic. The man was irresistible.

Edward lay there breathlessly afterwards cursing Mustang – the bastard had made him want him! Now the bastard was going to try to brush him off and ignore him, pretending nothing had happened?! Ed got up angrily, cleaned himself off and then went to bed.

He bunched up his pillow and lay on his side willing sleep to come. But the memory of Mustang's oiled body glinting in the lamp light sprang into his mind. Frustrated he rolled over on to his back but it was no use he just couldn't stop thinking about the bastard. It pissed him off. There was no way that it could just end like this.

He lay there looking at the ceiling. There really was only one answer.

Revenge.

Yes. Make the bastard want him as much – no more than Ed wanted him. He smiled contentedly. Yes that was it. He fell asleep as his brain began to work on plans and possibilities.

Mustang went to his room and lay on his bed listening to the quiet sounds of the house. After about an hour he went and had a shower. He was relieved not to hear any more from his housemate.

He just wasn't ready to face Ed again. He needed time.

Whatever had happened - Ed had every right to be upset. Mustang had gotten caught up in the rivalry of trying to outdo and embarrass one another. Things had gotten out of hand, but Roy was the adult. He should be able to make Ed see reason. The whole thing had been the result of a misunderstanding.

Satisfied all would be well in the morning, Roy finished his shower put on some pajama bottoms and climbed into bed. He lay on his side and tried to settle down to sleep but when he closed his eyes he saw Ed leaning over him, his small pink tongue reaching out to lick at his stomach. Roy's eyes flew open. He pushed back the image as he felt himself getting hard again from the memory.

What was he thinking? He had to get a hold of himself.

He closed his eyes again and tried to imagine what Riza would look like in a mini-skirt. The image of Ed in the maid's uniform sprang into his mind. His lacy pants peeking out from beneath the hem. He was able to see the curve of his cute little butt.

Mustang sat up. He put his head in his hands and rubbed at his eyes as if to erase the memories. It was just that Ed was so unexpectedly hot. He couldn't erase the thoughts that were springing into his mind. But he couldn't indulge himself either – not now while Ed was in his house. He was nothing more than a kid really.

Ed had every right to be pissed off at him. Everything he said to him was absolutely true. Roy had to admit it - at least to himself – he really was a pervert and a bastard. Maybe he started this whole slave thing as a joke but Ed had taken it seriously. He'd threatened him with Alphonse safety so how else could he expect him to react. To get him to dress up in that stupid costume and …well whatever else… He should've known better. He had to get his thoughts under control if he was going to deal with Ed.

So he suddenly found Edward Elric unbelievably desirable and wanted nothing more than to have wild passionate sex with him. What was he going to do about it?

Absolutely nothing.

Roy smiled wryly at what Ed would do if he knew how he felt about him. The shrimp would probably do his best to put him in a body bag.

It might almost be worth it any way.

Almost.

Roy spent the night tossing and turning unable to shake the memories of the evening but by the time the grey morning light dawned, he was resolved that he would do his best to return his and Ed's relationship to what it had been. And more importantly Ed would never know how he truly felt about him.