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Chapter 8
Edward's mind cleared slowly. The last stuttering thrusts pumped his seed deep into Mustang's body. The blond felt like every bit of his energy had drained away with it. He had collapsed forward on his prisoner and could feel the older man's breath, hot and panting, on the top of his head.
With effort he released his grip from the back of Mustang's legs, dropping his hips and Ed's softening cock was pulled from his body. The whole experience was one of the most amazing that he'd ever had. He just lay there enjoying how relaxed he felt, the way their bodies fit together and the cooling sweat from his exertion.
He tried to ignore the rather prominent erection still pressed into his belly.
It however refused to be ignored. Mustang kept pushing himself upward, grinding his body against Ed insistently.
"Finish me," he growled impatiently.
"Finish yourself," the blond said annoyed. He pushed himself off his captive lazily so that he was sitting back on his heels.
It served the bastard right. He had left Ed hanging the night before so now he knew what it felt like.
"What?!' Mustang asked incredulous.
"Well isn't that what you do? Just worry about yourself?" Ed countered. "I'm learning from the expert here!"
Mustang's fury was instantaneous. It took a moment before he could speak.
"Fullmetal! Release me at once!" he commanded. His authoritative tone left no room for thoughts of disobedience.
Ed's response was automatic. He found himself scrambling to alchemize Roy's bonds away before he could think of what might happen afterwards.
As the strips of cloth unwound Mustang sat up quickly, stopping when the muscles in his shoulders and thighs painfully protested their abrupt change of position. He rolled his shoulders to loosen them somewhat giving Ed a dark look that made the younger alchemist back away. Then without a word the Colonel stood up and left the room.
Mustang strode into the bathroom and closed the door loudly. He was furious!
Learned from him!? What about this had Ed learned from him?! When the hell had he ever gone around molesting people when they were sleeping? That's all the brat seemed to do!
He had to calm down and get a hold of himself before he did something he might seriously regret. He closed the shower curtains then reached in and started the shower.
First things first. He had to get rid of his major source of frustration. His anger had done nothing to help his erection.
Finish yourself! The kid was unbelievable!
No, he had to stop thinking about him like that. Edward was undeniably a man. The burning sensation in the ass was proof of that. He'd really done a number on him but at least Roy was glad he'd had the sense to prep him. The memory of Ed's face contorted above him in ecstasy filled his vision reminding him his own cock was in need of some attention.
Mustang stepped into the stream of hot water turned his back and let it soothe the aches from his shoulders. He worked soap into a thick lather and rubbed it over his smooth muscular chest. He ran the palms of his hands roughly over his nipples. They were still sensitized from Ed playing with them and thrills of pleasure went straight to his groin.
God, he loved that – how had Ed known?
Roy couldn't remember being this horny in a long time. He normally wasn't into men. The few he'd been with were a matter of convenience and he had certainly never bottomed. He didn't know what it was about Ed he found so irresistible. The blond was incredibly sexy. He was unpredictable, energetic and that devilish gleam in his eye was unbelievably hot.
While one hand traveled over his chest Roy reached down and ran the other along the underside of his intensely hard length. He remembered the look Edward had given him when he'd kicked off his pants. His cock throbbed at the memory. He grasped it firmly and started pumping it in earnest. Slippery with soap it slid easily through his fist. The other hand came down and fondled his balls.
He imagined Ed kneeling at his feet with the same look in his eye ready to take him in that hot mouth of his. The pink tongue licking those lips in anticipation. The image was irresistible and Mustang couldn't hold back any more.
He braced a hand against the side of the shower to keep from falling as tremors of hot pleasure overwhelmed his body. He moaned, milking himself of every bit of his climax and every last drop of pleasure. As the evidence of his release washed away so did his anger and Roy leaned there trying to catch his breath.
As soon as Mustang left the room, Ed was aware of his huge error in judgment. He had never seen the Colonel so pissed off at him before.
What the hell was he doing? This wasn't the time to be pointing out to Mustang what a bastard he was! And certainly not the time to be tying his superior down and fucking him up the ass.
He was here for Alphonse and instead of doing his best to hold up his end of the bargain, he was practically begging Mustang to give his brother to Basque Grand. If that happened he would be the one to blame. How would he be able to live with himself? Hadn't Alphonse already suffered enough because of him?!
Al always said he didn't think before he acted. This time even Ed couldn't believe his own stupidity. He prayed he'd have enough time to fix his mistake.
So there was no way now to deny it, Mustang had to admit it. He was a full-fledged pervert. He'd made his subordinate into his slave. Tied down or not, he'd had sex with him and now the blond was fuel for Roy's perverse sexual fantasies. What next?
He slid the soap over his pale skin as he considered his options. Things had gotten so out of hand so fast. He'd just made a joke for heaven's sake. The hot water pelted him and he scrubbed his face again extra hard.
The cat whiskers were fading nicely. They should be barely noticeable by the time he went back to work.
He hoped.
The only real answer he could come up – meaning one that wouldn't make the situation worse - was to just send Ed home.
They could just agree that Roy got Ed and Ed had gotten Roy. They were even - end of story. He would even tell Ed he'd meant the comment as a joke. Well, if he had to. Fullmetal would be mad but then when wasn't he mad?
Decision made, Roy felt a lot better. He just stood in the shower, enjoying the thermal stream on his sore muscles. It felt luxurious and gave him a chance to compose himself before dealing with a pissed off Edward Elric.
By the time he shut off the water, the bathroom was full of steam. He reached for a soft fluffy towel. That shower had done him a world of good. He patted himself dry before wrapping it around his waist.
The cool air of the hallway hit him when he opened the door. He made it to his room with no sign of Edward on the way. He half expected to see the young alchemist in his bedroom still fuming and spoiling for a fight.
But when he got there he was surprised.
Not only was the room unoccupied but it had been put completely back to order. The clothes he had been wearing were repaired and folded neatly on a chair. His housecoat and soft pajama bottoms were laid out on the bed. Slippers placed conveniently by the bed.
Ah the wonders of alchemy. Ed was so talented. It was really a time saver not to have to draw all of those transmutation circles. It would've been a real pain if Roy had to do it. He was glad his subordinate had taken care of it since the mess was all his fault in the first place.
Mustang heard the bathroom door close. Shortly after the shower started up.
Good.
At least he knew now what the blond was doing. A shower would help him relax and put him in a better mood. Once Ed was cleaned up and dressed, Roy could have that talk with him and send him on his way.
Roy took his time dressing. He figured Ed would probably be a while. He wandered around the room making sure everything was back in place. He stopped to check his face in the mirror. He was satisfied with the progress his whiskers were making. If he had to he could use a bit of the make-up he'd bought to cover them up.
As he cinched his robe around his waist, his stomach growled. He remembered it had been a while since he'd eaten. Now that he thought about it, food wouldn't be a bad idea. That always seemed to put Fullmetal in a more favorable frame of mind. He'd take whatever advantage he could get.
He left the bedroom and walked down the hall intending to order some take-out when he noticed an odd smell in the air. It smelled like something cooking. Intrigued, Roy turned into the kitchen.
Sure enough. There was a pot on the stove. He lifted the lid. Simmering inside was a stew that didn't look half bad.
His stomach growled again.
Actually it looked damn tasty.
Then he caught the whiff of another welcome smell.
Coffee.
Roy chuckled. Edward had been a busy little alchemist.
He went to the cupboard and poured himself a cup. It was just what he needed. He was just having his first sip when he heard a strange clicking noise coming from behind him that he couldn't quite place.
Roy turned. He choked on the hot liquid he'd half swallowed spraying it everywhere and nearly spilled the entire cup on himself in surprise.
Edward stood in the door of the kitchen. He was back in the maid's uniform, complete with heels, stockings and apron. He even had the cap pinned on top of his hair which he had pulled back in a ponytail. The blond wobbled a bit unsteady on the shoes, blushing. His hands were folded in front of him and he looked demurely at the floor.
"Would you like me to serve your supper now, master?" he asked.