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Chapter 9

"Would you like me to serve your supper now, master?" Edward asked doing his best obedient slave impression. He couldn't help but smirk inwardly. Dressing like this had been worth it just to see the look on that bastard's face.

Seriously though, it had taken everything he had to put these stupid clothes on. He wondered how women did it without alchemy. He wobbled a bit on his high heels and took a few steps into the room in an effort to keep his balance.

Damn things. He had thought about not putting them on but he liked the fact that they made him so much taller.

"Fullmetal," Roy said wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his robe. "What are you doing?"

Ed had to bite back a smartass remark that came to mind. He reminded himself that he was doing this for Alphonse.

"Being your slave," the blond answered as civilly as he could. "That was the agreement. Equivalent exchange, remember? You gave me this to wear - so I'm wearing it."

Mustang put his coffee on the counter and crossed his arms, leaning against it. "It's a little late for that, isn't it? I mean, didn't you just tie me to a bed and rape me?"

"Rape you?!" Ed exclaimed, taken back by the accusation. "I didn't rape you! If you had told me to stop I would have. You said you liked it! I let you go when you wanted me to!"

The memory of Roy underneath him flushed and panting sprang into mind and he mentally cursed his body for responding. It didn't help that the man himself was standing there with his hair mussed up and his robed gaping open.

Still Ed knew he was right.

The colonel waved a hand dismissively. "I'm not going to argue about it," he said. I think that we should just call this whole thing off and you should just go home."

"No!" Ed cried. He strode over and grabbed hold of Mustang's arm. "I'm sorry! I'll make it up to you. You can do whatever you want."

The older man blinked at him in disbelief. "Whatever I want," he said.

"Yes!" Ed affirmed emphatically. "I mean it. Anything."

He could see his superior's resolve wavering. "You can even fuck me. In fact I want you to fuck me," the youth insisted. "It's equivalent exchange after all."

Roy walked over to the table then turned around and looked at Ed. "Are you certain about this, Fullmetal?" he asked.

"Yes," the blond replied with confidence looking at him hopefully. "Absolutely."

Mustang considered for a long moment.

"Alright," he agreed.

A big smile spread across Ed's face.

"But," the older man added, holding up a finger. "If you do have any objections to what I do or if you pull any more stupid stunts - this agreement is null and void. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir! Colonel, sir!" the youth affirmed happily saluting him.

"Alright then, slave," Mustang said sitting down at the table. "You may serve me supper. I'm starving,"

The stew had been very good, though Roy hadn't eaten much. His mind hadn't been on eating nor did he have much of an appetite as he considered the possibilities of the evening ahead of him. Edward, on the other hand, had devoured two large plates of stew ravenously. Nothing seemed to ever affect his desire for food.

Now Mustang sat back watching as the blond cleaned up after their meal. Back and forth he teetered across the kitchen. It was taking all of his concentration to balance so he didn't pay any attention to Roy. It was a good thing since he couldn't tear his eyes off of him.

Ed's ponytail swung behind him, the little lacy cap had come unattached on one side. The plunging neckline of the dress was pulled tight against the taut chest muscles, his automail and scars peeked out from under the apron strap.

And then there was the skirt. That wonderful skirt. Those lacy layers swished around the youth's thighs occasionally giving Roy a glimpse of the tops of the black stockings. Roy was glad that the pajama bottoms he was wearing were loose since his cock was rock hard.

But he still couldn't help but wonder if Edward had meant what he said. He wanted him to fuck him? It seemed impossible and yet in the past day the brat had showed himself to be a major pervert.

When it came to his military career, the damage was done. He had already had sex with his subordinate – who was top, who was bottom or how many times was immaterial. The outcome would be the same. He would be ruined if anyone ever found out.

And the thought of doing something taboo only may it more tempting.

That is, if Ed really meant what he said.

He had started doing dishes now and was elbow deep in hot soapy water. Roy decided it time for action. He got up, refilled his coffee cup and walked over to stand beside the blond. Edward glanced up at him.

"That stew was delicious," Roy complimented smiling warmly. "You're quite the cook."

Ed opened his mouth to reply but then suddenly his eyes widened. Mustang's fingers had snuck under his skirt and were gently brushing the bare skin under the curve of his buttock. The skin smooth and warm and he could feel the edge of the lace on the panties.

God, Mustang loved mini-skirts. Everything was right there, waiting for him.

A deep blush spread across Ed's face, lips parted in surprise. He was so cute Roy couldn't resist bending down and giving him a kiss. He started by just brushing their lips together but sharing his breath mixed with the faint smells of soap and shampoo made Roy greedy. He deepened the kiss and slipped his tongue through the soft lips.

Edward immediately put his hand on Roy's chest and pushed him away, glaring at him. "Bastard!"

"What?" Roy asked innocently, confused by his reaction.

"That's gross!" the youth declared. He made a face and glared at the older man. "Don't stick your tongue in my mouth!"

"You've never French kissed before?" the colonel asked incredulously. He couldn't believe it.

"No! What's the big deal?" Ed replied. He crossed his arms defensively and looked peeved.

"You don't kiss but you run around fucking people," scoffed Roy in disbelief. "Tell me how that works."

"I don't run around fucking people," the young alchemist answered angrily. "Today was my first time."

Mustang was floored.

Edward had been a virgin?! If this was what he was like now in a couple of years he would probably be able to teach Roy a thing or two. "I'm surprised," he admitted. "You really seemed to know what you were doing."

"Well I did some research at the library this afternoon," the blond confessed getting red and looking at the floor.

Mustang shook his head. Unbelievable. Did Edward research everything?

He also made a mental note to spend more time in the library.

Then another thought occurred to him.

He smiled wildly and took a step closer to Edward. "You said I was an expert."

"What?" the blond asked.

"This afternoon you said you were learning from the expert," the colonel said smugly leaning over him. "That would be me."

Ed turned a deeper shade of red and still wouldn't meet his eye.

"Well pay attention, my little slave because kissing is standard procedure. With tongue," Roy said as he took Ed's chin in one hand. He could tell the younger alchemist was ready to start on a rant so he bent down and softly kissed him again. He teased him playfully with his tongue before pulling away.

Mustang reached into his hair and pulled out the hair tie. The maid's cap that had been precariously balanced fell to the floor as the golden tresses spilled loosely down his back. Roy dropped the hair tie and toyed a little with a silky strand. It shone even in the harsh kitchen light.

Some of the blond's anger had melted away but he still looked peevish. It looked good on him though. In fact it was adorable. Roy tilted his chin so that his face was turned upward. Ed was just begging to be kissed so Roy granted his request. As soon as their lips met Ed pressed forward, impatient as always thrusting his own tongue between Roy's parted lips.

He couldn't help but smile at that. Ed was a quick study.

As their kisses deepened Mustang's hand traveled downward. He felt for the lacy hem of the skirt and slipped his hand underneath it. He stroked his fingers along the bare skin above the stocking. With each stroke he moved a bit closer to the hot flesh between the thighs and the hard bulge straining against the lacy panties.

Ed parted his legs just a fraction of an inch wider and Roy suddenly had the desire to taste more of him.

He turned the two of them so that Ed was backed against the counter then he slowly broke the kiss as he dropped to his knees, leaving the youth panting. Roy ran his hands up the sides of his legs going boldly higher, up under the skirt. He slipped a hand over the lacy fabric to rub lightly over Ed's groin. With the other he lifted the frilly skirt to be greeted by the delicious sight of a hard cock barely contained in the lacy lingerie.

Roy moved his hands to the sides of the white panties intending to pull them off of him when he suddenly realized that it wouldn't be possible. Ed had put the panties on first and the garter over top. At best he would only be able to pull them to the top of his hips. Ed would either have to remove the garter or Mustang would have to cut the offending lingerie off.

It was a mood killer but he opted for the second option and got to his feet sighing.

"What's wrong?" Ed asked annoyed. He was braced against the cupboard flushed and breathless as he watched Mustang go to a utility drawer.

"You got dressed wrong. You're supposed to put the garter belt on first, the panties second," Roy informed him finding the pocket knife he was looking for. "How do you suppose women use the washroom after all?"

"How the hell would I know!?" Ed answered caustically. "Seeing as how I'm not a woman you dumb-ass bastard!"

Roy froze.

Okay, that was enough.

He had taken enough shit from this little asshole. Being nice got him nowhere. It was time for Edward to learn to show him some respect.