BACK! Ohh so soon? (not so soon) Yeah, mostly because I was watching a prank video and the exorcist girl popped up and I absolutely hate her. I can watch any horror movie, write any kind of torture but I can't stand her. She brings tears to my eyes and I can't get her out of my head. It's her face that freaks me out. She can stab her fucking pussy with a cross all she wants, just don't look at me with your ugly disgusting face. I'm only writing this to try to get her out of my head. I HATE YOU WILLIAM BLATTY! YOU SICK FUCK. DONE RANTING, ON WITH THE CHAPTER.
Didn't plan this one out at all just going with the flow. :P
"I think I love Winry," Alphonse said, blushing. Edward chuckled, "You should tell her how you feel instead of nagging at me!" he said with amusement. Alphonse scoffed. Mustang walked down the stairs and rounded the corner giving them a smirk. They smiled innocently at him, making him raise a brow. He ignored it and continued on. Alphonse leaned over to Edward and smiled.
"I'll make a deal with you," Edward raised a blonde brow at Alphonse but nodded, "I'll tell Winry if you tell Mustang."
Edward choked on air, Mustang looked at Edward, "You alright?" he said, concern in his voice. Edward nodded and waved him off. Edward looked back at Alphonse when he was gone.
"Al, I don't know if I can. I'll do it for you though. I'm sure you and Winry will be happy," Edward said softly, cupping Alphonse's cheek, smiling. Alphonse began laughing hysterically at Edward , Edward scowled, "You little bastard you were gonna tell her the whole time!" Edward jumped on top of Alphonse and lightly punched his chest repeatedly. Alphonse continued to laugh.
"It's for your own good!" He laughed. Alphonse pushed Edward down and gripped him in a death lock. After about five minutes they realized that Mustang was watching them horse play. They froze, Edward locked in Alphonse's sleeper hold. Alphonse loosened his grip on his brother and gave a cheeky smiled to Mustang. Edward looked up at him and blushed.
Alphonse smiled and got off of Edward, "Well, I should get back to my hotel. I have to get back to Risembool soon," he said, giving Edward an all knowing look. Edward growled at Alphonse. Alphonse ran out the door before Edward could grab him, "LOVE YOU BROTHER!" he shouted as he ran.
Edward stood next to Mustang awkwardly for about five minutes before grabbing his suitcase and running upstairs.
"Where are you going?" Mustang called up.
"Changing! What's it to ya, Bastard?" Edward shouted back. Mustang 'tch'-ed and sat on the couch, wiping his forehead.
Edward walked into the bathroom and began trying on his old leather pants. He stuck one leg in and sighed when it didn't go all the way through. Damn tight pants. He threw them on the floor and clapped his hands and stuck them on the pants. Edward made a happy moan as the dim room lit up with alchemy. It felt so good to finally have alchemy again.
He tried on the leather pants again and at last they fit like they used to. Still, he couldn't wear Mustang's underwear with them. After he 're-sized' and threw on his own special underwear, Edward slid the zipper up carefully, fully aware of where every one of his pubic hairs were. He looked down at his pants and smiled, back to normal. He grabbed a tank top out of the suitcase and hopped down the stairs.
Mustang glanced at him and smirked, "guess you really haven't grown if those still fit you, huh shrimp?" he said. Edward twitched,
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT THAT EVEN IF HE STOOD UP ON A GIANT LIKE YOURS' HEAD HE STILL COULDN'T CHANGE A LIGHTBULB, YOU BASTARD?" Edward screamed.
Mustang chuckled, "it's good to have you back," he said smiling. Edward blushed, and walked into the kitchen. Mustang trailed in after him, catching a glimpse of Edward well shaped rump. His cock twitched, and he had to will it down. He remembered the same feeling when he used to ogle the boy in his office. To Mustang, he still felt ashamed for be aroused by the boy. He was so young.
Edward looked at the clock and realized how long Alphonse stayed, it was already eight o' clock! Edward figured he'd get to bed early tonight. He yawned and glared at Mustang, "how long can I stay here for before I gotta get a job and look for an apartment?" he asked. Mustang's midnight blue eye shifted to Edward's golden ones. Mustang cleared his throat, "I was actually going to let you stay as long as you pleased."
Edward raised a brow, "really? You'd be willing to put up with me for that long?" he asked curiously. Mustang nodded.
"When I say as long as it takes, I mean it. You can live here for as long as you want," he said, lowering his eye. Edward gave him a small smile, "Thanks, you're not such a big bastard as I thought. But still a bastard," he said still smiling, "when I was a kid I was wrong about you. I'm going to bed so...goodnight General, and thank you for everything," he finished with a small salute. Mustang smiled at him, "Never thought I'd get you to salute me," he said, his smiled toning down to his trademark smirk.
Edward laughed quietly before waddling to the couch. Mustang followed him and began to speak, "if you'd like you could take my bed if the couch is uncomfortable."
Edward shook his head, "I couldn't take your bed from you. That's just not right to do to someone," he said giving Mustang a goofy smile.
Mustang's brows furrowed before lightly blushing and speaking again, "I have a king size bed...we could both fit," he said clearing his throat, trying to cover his blush. Edward blushed profoundly, his whole face turning red.
"Are you sure, I mean, I don't mind the couch," Edward mumbled. Mustang nodded, "if it hurts my back, it must hurts yours, I'm not that old," he smiled. Sure, Roy, thirty three years old and lusting after an eighteen year old. He thought to himself. Edward nodded sheepishly and followed Mustang upstairs, they changed into pajamas and Mustang slipped under the covers on the left side.
Edward walked hesitantly toward the bed and eased in slowly. He closed his eyes and fell asleep in a matter of minutes the scent of Mustang intoxicating him.* Mustang turned on his side and observed Edward's sleeping face, with a smile plastered on his face. Edward was so at peace when he slept. All the troubles seemed to be lifted from his shoulders, his face was calm and free of angry wrinkles.
Mustang cupped Edward's smooth cheek and nuzzled his nose to Edward's. Edward's breath tickling Mustang's upper lip. He stared at Edward's lips and admired how plump and pink they were. So kissable, the perfect little bow shape on top of them. He pressed his own pale lips to Edward's, groaning quietly. Praying to a god he didn't believe in that Edward didn't wake up, he lapped at Edward's lip with his tongue. He pushed his tongue inside Edward's mouth and played lightly with Edward's tongue. He heard Edward moan lightly and froze. He stared at Edward's eyelids, trying not to move.
Edward's eyes burst open and he stared at Mustang with wide frightened eyes. Mustang parted from Edward's mouth and stared at him, "I...Edward...I don't..." he stuttered.
"Touch me," Edward whimpered, Mustang licked his lips and felt his cock twitch in anticipation.
"Edward, I can't," he said with sorrow in his voice, "you're so much younger than me." Edward stared back at him shaking his head, his eyebrows furrowing upwards.
"I'm eighteen! Please! I need you! I know Alphonse is going to be with Winry and that leaves me with no one!" Edward pleaded. Mustang shook his head, "I don't know," he said quietly.
Tears shimmered in Edward's golden eyes. He leaned forward rubbed Mustang's arm, "Why not? I...Mustang...I love you, and I'm legal, who cares what people think?" Edward said softly. Mustang stared back into Edward's eyes, "I didn't want to hurt you." he murmured. Edward tilted his head and smiled sadly, "the only way you could hurt me is by leaving me," he said a tear sliding down his cheek.
Mustang sighed, and kissed the tear away. Edward didn't understand that how complicated Mustang's mind truly was. He was so much larger than Edward too, and his alcohol problem added to his potential to hurt Edward. He'd had nightmares that he'd gotten drunk and raped the boy and it terrified Mustang to no end. Edward leaned into Mustang's touch, "please, just hold me at least?" he whimpered.
Mustang complied and pulled Edward close, "I'm sorry, I love you Edward," Mustang mumbled to the small breathing bundle in his arms. His own tears soaking his eye patch and cheeks.
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I know I mention smell a lot, but when you're in love with someone you love the way they smell. Believe me, I know. X3
Kitty- Yeah, that's all I can do before I collaspe. XD
Roy and Edward- * snores *
Kitty- Aww...
Btw, it didn't really help get her out of my head. D'x
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