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Chapter 7

"And what I want is right here." Ed said smirking at the prisoner beneath him, enjoying the shocked look that appeared on Roy's face.

Ed reached back with his flesh hand rubbing it over Mustang's crotch. He was pleasantly surprised to find that he was already aroused. So he'd been right - the bastard did want him! Ed was going to make him admit it. He cupped his captive's balls and gently squeezed them. He didn't think Mustang's eyes could get any bigger.

Ed sat up again and returned to the task of cutting Roy's shirt off his body until it lay in shreds on the bed beneath him. He could feel Roy's stiffness under him and rubbed himself against it. "I'm surprised you didn't realize it yourself but I guess you get a bit slow when you let everyone else do your thinking for you," Ed taunted.

Roy was only half listening his mind was going a million miles a minute. Ed had tied him down and was cutting his clothes off?! He intended to have sex with him! Well, at least judging from his comments and the lecherous way he was looking at him. Roy felt like a full course meal or something. There had to be a way out of this. He just had to think.

Not that he would object to having sex with Ed. Quite the opposite. Roy had barely thought of anything else since their little encounter last night. The provocative images had become imprinted in his brain. Ed probably had no idea how incredibly sexy he was or how much Roy wanted him.

The situation was not one that Mustang would've picked. Although the way Ed was rubbing his ass against his cock was positively erotic. His body wanted to push up in response but Mustang fought the urge. He had to stay in control.

It wasn't right. Ed was so young! He was hardly more than a kid. Mustang was nearly twice his age and his superior officer. Ed was only acting out of a need for revenge.

He thought Mustang had forced him to perform a sexual act. Roy still wasn't sure quite what it was but it was a mistake. He'd had been asleep. If he'd done or said something how could he be responsible for that?

He kicked himself for not talking to him earlier. Somehow he had to convince Ed that having sex with him was the last thing he wanted. Although he had to be diplomatic as he was in a very delicate position. He had to use the right words but Ed pressing himself up against him was making thinking more and more difficult.

Suddenly Ed stopped and climbed off him. Mustang involuntarily breathed a sigh of disappointment. He hid it by clearing his throat. "Ed," he said thankful that his voice sounded relatively normal. "I know why you're doing this."

"Uh huh," Ed's fingers tucked inside of the waistband of his pants and pulled it taunt. Roy could feel the coolness of the auto mail hand on his stomach as Ed braced it against him. There was the sound of material being cut as the blade ran the length of his leg. He could feel the coolness of the air against his skin. Mustang tried to get his thoughts together as Ed shredded his other pant leg. He realized his time was quickly running out.

"I want you to know that I understand how you feel," Mustang said looking up at the ceiling trying to ignore the fact that he was now laying only in his underwear on top of his shredded clothing with a raging hard-on.

"Uh huh," agreed Edward as he traced a teasing finger over Roy's cock.

The sensation was so unexpectedly delicious Roy gasped and closed his eyes for a moment. Damn! He was losing this fight. He had to get a hold of himself. He could do this. He opened his eyes again and tried to ignore his body.

"Ed, this is wrong," Mustang declared in the most authoritative voice he could muster.

"Yeah!" the young alchemist agreed enthusiastically as he climbed off the bed the auto-mail knife disappearing.

'Now what was he going to do?' Mustang wondered straining to keep his eyes on Ed.

Ed stood up and pulled his black T-shirt over his head. The sight of his naked upper torso made Roy swallow hard. He was so well-built, the sight was positively mouth-watering. The right auto-mail arm gleamed dully emphasizing the perfection of the rest of his physical form. The muscles still held the smoothness of youth but the strength and agility they contained was evident as he moved.

Ed noticed Mustang watching him undress and grinned at him as he unfastened his belt. He pushed his pants down in one swift motion then stood and kicked them off. As he stood there, it was evident that lost in the folds of his boxers was a rather large erection.

Ed walked over to the nightstand and opened the drawer.

"Hey!" Mustang objected fighting his bonds for a moment. "That's private!"

"Don't worry!" Ed reassured him disinterestedly. "Your secrets are safe with me."

Roy narrowed his eyes and watched him suspiciously as he took out a spare pair of his gloves and put them on top of the night table. They were followed by books and magazines that barely got a glance. Finally his captor gave a small cry of victory as he located the massage oil.

Ed climbed back up on the bed with it in hand and popped the lid. The two of them were in much the same position as the night before.

Mustang decided he'd better continue his efforts to make Ed see reason. "You know this is not going to solve anything," he said sternly. Small thrills ran up through his stomach into his groin as he watched Ed pouring oil into his hand.

"I don't know about that," Ed replied smearing oil over Roy's torso. "We're both pretty horny. I'm pretty sure it will solve that."

Mustang looked back at the ceiling trying to ignore the slick hands sliding over his body. He felt like he was sinking into a sea of sensations. Lust was taking over. He was losing the fight fast but he wasn't someone who just gave up. "I'm not enjoying this," he stated.

Ed slid his hand up and leaned over to look him directly in his face. "That's not even a good lie," he said smirking at him.

Mustang had to agree. It hadn't even sounded convincing to him. But what else could he say? It should be impossible that he Colonel Roy Mustang should desire and solicit sex with a subordinate, an underage subordinate no less. He had no choice but to continue his pretense. "It's true," he continued.

Ed slid his hands over Roy's chest, his thumbs flicking over Roy's nipples as he had the night before. Mustang closed his eyes and drew in a sharp breath.

"Oh really?!" Ed teased repeating the motion. "You don't like this at all?" He was pleased to see how Roy reacted to everything he did, eyes tightly closed, his face flushed, lips lightly parted.

Mustang heard the words but his brain was unable to think coherently enough to answer. Each time Ed's fingers brushed over his nipples a series of shivers ran down his spine and into his belly.

Then suddenly Ed stopped. His skin tingled, aching to be touched again. It was a moment before Roy could open his eyes. He found himself looking directly into Ed's golden ones. "Is that better?" he inquired with mock concern.

"No…what I meant was…" Roy began trying to sort out his thoughts as every cell in his body screamed for more attention. He couldn't think. "…don't stop…" he replied, his voice a bit breathless.

"Well if you want something, shouldn't you ask nicer?" Ed gloated happy that Roy was started to admit for once he wasn't the one in control.

Mustang closed his eyes and threw away the last bit of pride he had. "..Please touch me..."

Ed resumed massaging Roy's nipples with his thumbs. Each pass drew a reaction from his prisoner. Ed grinned. Roy really couldn't help himself. Watching him made Ed's belly tighten. He lowered his mouth over the nearest nipple and gave it a tentative lick. Roy peeked through heavily lidded lashes and raised his head to see Ed's perk pink tongue flick the nub then he began to gently suckle it. He gave a soft groan as his head dropped back down.

Ed smiled against his skin breathing in the musky scent of Roy mixed with the fragrant oil. "Do you like this?" he asked mischievously. He began to lick and swirl his tongue down Roy's stomach.

"Yes…" came the answer. "…please..."

Ed went lower until he encountered the troublesome underwear. He sat up and once again transmuted his auto-mail knife. He cut Roy's briefs off of him releasing an impressive erection. Then Ed removed his own boxers. It was best to get rid of them now rather then stop again later. When he finished he saw Mustang had been watching him with lust filled eyes and a crooked half-smile.

God, the man was sexy lying there.

Ed reached for the bottle of oil and crawled around Mustang's leg positioning himself between the raised knees. He sat on his heels putting his own knees under the older man's thighs. He opened the bottle pouring some into his palm. Snapping the lid closed and tossing it to the side, he rubbed his hands together. He then set to work slicking himself up. There was rather an excess of oil as he'd been rather generous and so he turned his attention to Roy's groin. He slathered the oil over his smooth length relishing how his superior began thrusting in his grip making small cries of pleasure.

Not wanting him to climax too soon Ed let go and spread the oil down his thighs and back up reaching underneath to the smooth flesh of Roy's buttocks. He lifted them and scooted forward to achieve a better position. Then he slid one hand between his cheeks until he felt the small puckered opening. He slipped a finger inside.

It went in easily and Mustang moaned flushed with pleasure. The channel was tight and surprisingly hot. Imagining his cock encased like this made him even more impatient so he snuck in a second finger. There was more resistance so he wiggled it a bit and stroked Mustang's hard-on a few times. It wasn't long until he relaxed again.

Ed considered adding a third digit to prepare him further but decided he'd waited long enough. The Colonel Bastard could take it, he'd been through worse and it was a bit of payback for all the times he'd been a pain in the ass.

Ed pulled his hands away and used them to guide his own erection into place. Then he pressed his body forward, raising himself up on his knees. He pushed the head of his cock inside sharply and Mustang gave a little cry. But even that much and the feeling was incredible.

Ed gripped the back of his captive's knees and pushed, lifting the buttocks higher to give himself a better angle. He pulled back a bit then pushed in deeper. It was so tight and hot. Mustang's muscles clenched him harder, stopping him and he cried out again, Ed just barely heard the sound with blood pounding in his ears.

With his fingers digging into the backs of Mustang's legs Ed could feel the slippery sweat that had broken out over his body. He looked down at the man beneath him, his face in a grimace and realized he must be hurting him.

But God, how could he stop?

Ed hung his head, his blonde hair falling in a curtain around his face, his nose almost touching Mustang's body, panting and trying reign in his lust. He couldn't keep going if he was just going to hurt the bastard but he really didn't want to stop either. It was taking all of his self-control not to just let loose and fuck him with everything he had. There was a way to do this. He had to think damn it.

"…it's okay now…" Roy whispered thickly.

Edward raised his head to look at him. "What?" he asked in surprise.

Mustang licked his lips and closed his eyes. "…you can move again...just go slow…"

Ed became aware that his erection was no longer as tightly encased as it had been and his afternoon's reading came back to him. He grinned. Of course! He just had to give the bastard time to adjust to him. He pulled back again and then snapped his hips forward encasing his cock further.

He closed his eyes feeling them roll back into his head with pleasure. His groan of ecstasy drowned out Mustang's gasp of pain. Ed didn't know how much more he could take – he wouldn't last much longer.

He waited until he felt Mustang relax again and the repeated the motion but this time with more force so that his shaft was fully sheathed inside him. He lowered his head again and struggled to stay still. He breathed in his prisoner's musky scent and on impulse stuck out his tongue and licked at the salty skin in front of him.

The body beneath him squirmed and clenched him delightfully. It was the last straw. Ed's fragile control shattered and he started to drive himself into the body beneath him with abandon, all concern for Mustang gone.

His lust had become a pain, a molten fire in his groin that was both a delight and torture. There was no room for thought, only instinct, as every molecule of his being demanded release.

The pleasure of taking Roy was blinding. Ed forced himself in as deep as he could only to withdraw and push forward again, each time bringing him closer to the edge.

Ed's mouth fell open and a strangled sob escaped as he lost all sense of himself, all emotion and pride. There was nothing but this. He felt his entire body explode. He came so hard he lost all awareness of anything but his own climax and his vision went black.