A/N: Morning! Here's a new chapter with so very little plot to it, but with a fair ammount of graphic content. As in sex. I'd love to hear what you think of it!
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Now, for the sore eyes...
Chapter 23 – Promises and concerns
He tapped the floor with his index fingers, thinking hard at what he had to do. He rose to his feet and started pacing in circles, eyes burning holes in the fluffy carpet under his toes.
Roy Mustang didn't think of himself as a man that felt frustration over trivialities, he had enough reasons to believe that by now. He had never paid attention to things that were too mundane to notice, such as a minor denture on a surface or a little spot on a perfectly white material. He never suffered when things around the house had to be changed, he had dealt with the walls and decorations a few times before, after all. He always fixed what bothered him, so that he didn't have the need to spend energy over any lucrative feelings related to them.
But for the life of him, having the door glued to its frame was downright outrageous and impossible to miss. Paired up with raging arousal, it was the worst combination in the morning, noon or any time in the day. He had been awake for half an hour and he was already keen to go back to sleep, as if that would change his predicament.
He stopped his pacing and decided he had enough of it. He changed into clothes proper for a day spent indoors, he didn't plan to go out. He had a day off, he wasn't going to do anything that involved him getting outside his house.
Though he planned to get out of the bedroom, and fast.
He looked at the mismatched conglomeration of wood and concrete that twisted in the place that used to serve as a doorframe. He wasn't the best alchemist when it came to splitting matter or creating things, after all, he started transmuting objects and combining different materials on a regular basis only sometime after he had lost his vision. Edward insisted he learnt more about regular alchemy, so he had been properly using such knowledge just for about a year.
He knew how to use the prime materials to create something new, and he knew how to fix what was broken, but he wasn't sure how he was going to salvage his door.
He clapped together his hands and pressed them to the door. In times such as this, he was grateful that he was able to transmute without needing of a circle. He didn't have any chalk at disposal, so he had to give the Homunculi some credit for making him open the Gates of Truth.
He tried to modulate his force to break the seal apart, but the door only became more entwined. The concrete on the wall advanced and shattered some more of the wood on the door. It still didn't move. He kicked the door, but it didn't even budge. He groaned and thought of the many ways he was going to have Edward's head on a plate when he came back home.
After some more unsuccessful attempts, he gave up. He stood back a few paces and snapped his fingers.
It wasn't the smartest thing to do indoors, but he was tired of being locked up. He could have made a door in the wall, like Fullmetal did when he had to evade, but he was already too pent with the damned entrance to care of such a solution.
They wanted to change the doors around the house anyway, he told himself. Now that he had ruined this one, they definitely needed to change it.
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Crendell smiled wide at the two Aerugo politicians. The first to compose himself was the older one, Garfagnini, who motioned for his younger colleague to sit down. "It is indeed of imperative need to talk" he said and gestured for the two Amestrians to have a sit as well.
Neither of them accepted the invitation. Ermacora narrowed his eyes and asked "Who are you and what do you want?" He pointed at the unconscious Drachmann with his hands bound behind his back. "What is the meaning of all this?"
"Now, now, I don't think you are in any position to question us. But let me introduce myself, I am General Albert Crendell, we've spoken on the phone a few years ago, and this is Major Alex Luis Armstrong, the Strong Arm alchemist of the Amestris military. We come on the behalf of General Roy Mustang, The Flame Alchemist of the same nation"
The youngest dignitary paled. He knew the damned Amestrian was alive, but he didn't suspect he would send men to get him. "What do you want?" he demanded. "Are you here to ask us for bribe?"
"Bribe?" Crendell made and chuckled. "No, the General wouldn't have sent men with such high ranks like us for that. We are here to discuss"
"Then why is this man tied down?" Garfagnini spoke. He didn't like admitting their collaboration with the Drachmann, but they didn't have much of a choice.
"Why is the whole building tied down?" Armstrong retorted sarcastically from the distant place where he was standing, his deep voice booming inside the round library. Tall bookcases covered the walls and the central area of the round room consisted in a large low table and couches.
The Major's reply sounded strange to Ermacora, who deemed it appropriate to raise his voice. "How dare you speak like this to me, Major?" he spat. "Do you know who am I?"
"I do" he said and came closer to the centre, dragging the Drachmann further into the room after him. He stood at his full height, towering over the seated men. "But I have no problem with tying you up, as well" he lied. He was a peaceful man, he disliked violence, but he could very well threaten the two Southerners. It wasn't something he usually did, but nothing of what he had to do now belonged to his usual norm.
Ermacora's ears reddened. "I can't believe this, who are-"
"My dear friend, I think we should hear what these two fine gentlemen have to say" Garfagnini interrupted. They were in a delicate position, he didn't need the impulsive minister to overcomplicate things.
"Ah, Signor" Crendell bowed, "You are a man after my own heart. Let's be seated, Major, and let's have this talk"
Armstrong nodded and lifted Polzin up from the floor. He laid him gingerly on one of the couches then took a sit next to his Amestrian partner.
Crendell nodded to the partially bald officer and turned his gaze back to the politicians. "Because you didn't show any surprise when I've mentioned Roy Mustang's name, I will cut the chase and get right to the point of our meeting. We are delighted to announce you that the General isn't dead and that he has a deep desire to have a few words with you. By the power he's invested in us, we will speak on his behalf. Any impoliteness you might wish to bestow on us will be considered as a crime against Amestris itself"
"How can you speak of impoliteness and crimes when you have trespassed into my residence, General?" Ermacora pointed out. "If it is talk about such offences, you are the ones who should respond to Aerugo's laws"
"Do you know what is so beautiful about your country, Signor Ermacora?" Crendell spat the man's name. "You no longer have the capital punishment. However, Amestris still has it and isn't below using it. We usually face those who undermine our authority with the firing squad. They have some the sharpest shooters, I gather. After all, by attempting to take the General's life, a very important authority in our state, you quite signed your way to the green mile"
"I don't understand what you mean, kind Sir" the oldest said, unimpressed by the empty threats. He knew the scandal such action would cause, he needn't worry for his life.
Crendell chuckled and lit a cigarette. If needed, he would stomp it on these scoundrel's throats. He shook his smoking arm, grey fumes enveloping his face. His green eyes shone in the low light of the cigarette. "Your friend Mark Jansen wasn't that sure about this"
Ermacora cleared his throat. "I see. What is the price of silence?"
"Well, pretty much your lives" Crendell jested. The two ministers looked at each other puzzled. "That's what I would have said if I was in charge, but our General Mustang has other plans for you"
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It was dark when Edward returned home. He was genuinely curious if Roy managed to get out of the bedroom. He must have, the man turned into a veritable caged beast when he was deprived of his liberty. He hated being held up, so he doubted he was still where he left him.
He could only hope Roy wasn't that mad on him, otherwise he should start fearing for his life. His companion had a way of frightening him when something didn't go his way. All he wanted was to sleep in peace when he put his head on the pillow. But with that day's performance, it was highly unlikely he would sleep at all.
He turned the key in the door and let himself in. He shrugged off his coat and left his boots in the antechamber. He walked the hall to the main area of the house, where it smelled a little like burn. "Hey, bastard, are you here?" he asked and looked at the disaster in the living room. Books were thrown everywhere and papers were scattered all around the room, a mess of alchemical symbols and scribbles. The only thing that survived the hurricane that seemed to have passed through the room was Roy's neatly signed paperwork.
Well, at least he didn't slack from doing his work.
He expected to see the older alchemist there, but there was no trace of him. "Hey, Mustang!" he shouted, waiting for a reply.
The reply came, but not quite how he had imagined it. "Hello, Fullmetal" Roy slurred in his ear. He clasped his hands around Ed's stomach and pulled him in a tight embrace. The blond struggled in his arms, but Roy lifted him from the floor with ease and put him on his shoulder.
Ed found himself sitting with his head upside down, the only things he saw being Roy's legs and the floor. "What the fuck are you doing, put me down!" he scolded and hit the man hard with his fists. He began throwing punches, the dizziness making him less precise.
Roy expected some resistance, so he didn't act surprised when the automail kept hitting his back. He was starting to get used to being subjected to his lover's fits of anger, pain such as that was now more like a lovely caress. He simply walked further into the house and went to the staircase, but didn't climb it to reach the superior floor. It wasn't the best moment to show Ed the state of their bedroom's door. Instead, he took a sharp turn and entered the study.
From his upside down position, Ed barely noticed where they've entered. He hated dangling on Roy's shoulder, and the older man knew it very well. The blond somewhat braced himself for whatever his lover had in mind for leaving him that day and postponed his revolt.
He didn't suspect to be unceremoniously thrown on the desk and pinned down. Roy smiled at him sweetly and squeezed his mismatched hands. "How was your day at the library? Did you read anything interesting?"
Edward lifted an eyebrow. "Did you bump your head into something?" he asked. He lifted his head to look better at the raven haired alchemist that was hovering over him.
Roy chuckled and kissed his forehead. "No, I'm fine. I was curious about how you've been"
"Alright, if that's what you want..." the blond said and put his head back down. "I've read a little about Aerugo, I wanted to know a bit more about the place where you've sent the Major and Crendell" he started. His eyes darted down when Roy hummed and kissed his cheeks, gingerly pecking a trail to his neck. "Go on" he encouraged.
Ed nodded and looked back at the ceiling. "It sounded like a nice place, I would like to go to their seaside sometime. I've read that salt could help my joints, they sometimes ache when it rains"
"Wouldn't that damage your automail?" Roy asked and turned his mouth to the blond's ear. He grazed his teeth over the lobe and sucked it lightly, then went back to lap his tongue over his reddened neck.
Ed gulped and struggled to form a reply. "I would talk to Winry beforehand, to find a solution to prevent corrosion"
"Mhm, well thought" Roy sinfully produced low breathy sounds over his heated skin. The vibration sent signals straight to the pit of his stomach, making him ache from the inside.
So that's the game Roy was going to play for leaving him locked up at home in reading's favour.
He could live with that, alright.
"That's all you've read about?" Mustang asked innocently as he nibbled on the hem of his shirt. He decided he didn't need that piece of useless clothing, so he jerked it off his lover, who breathlessly moaned when the cool air hit his skin. The older man discarded the black shirt to the floor and went to caress the tender skin that connected the cold automail to burning flesh. "Edward, I asked you something..." he trailed off and brushed the tip of his tongue over the scarred joint.
"No..." the breathy response came. Ed swallowed hard and recomposed himself, at least partially. "I looked over some strange books on the type of alchemy that guy from the parade used"
"Space and time alchemy?" the raven asked, this time with a little bite added.
"Yeah... oh..." the blond sighed, a little lost in the ministrations. He remembered he had to answer, he wasn't going to lose at such a foolish game. "Yes, it sounded like what I've experienced there. I will look more into it tomorrow"
Roy turned his attention to his beloved's chest, leaving a wet trail that woke goose bumps in its way. "I'd like to see those books, myself" he commented. "That's all? You've been quite a long time at the library"
"Yes, it was a lot of information" Ed admitted. He had only left for a few hours, he couldn't possibly read any more than he did. It was a vast research to do, it wasn't the walk in the park that his lover implied.
"Strange, I thought you would have checked some more domains"
"No, I want to stick with this one for a while, it sounded interesting. But, seriously, what the hell are you doing?" the blond made and slapped Roy's head away from his chest.
"No need to be so dismissive, I was only trying to make you feel good"
"No shit, what's wrong with you?" Ed asked and propped himself on his elbows. His long braid got stuck under his forearm, and he felt his hair being pulled right out of his head. He hissed and raised his arm to free it.
Roy moved his hands to lightly massage the spot that ached on Ed's scalp. The blond shivered, feeling electricity vibrating to his core. That thing really hurt. The braid was set loose and he felt his hair fall down on his shoulders. He brushed it back with his fingers, the golden locks immediately falling back to their usual places.
"Nothing is wrong, can't I just cherish some moments with my beloved sunshine?" Roy said and admired his little lover, who looked ravishing to him. Of course, he didn't pay too much attention to the barren fangs and the murderous golden eyes. They would only kill his good mood.
However, Edward didn't buy it, his eyes even more accusing. "Uh-huh, I'm certain of that"
"You should be" the reply came. Roy brushed his fingers over his left cheek, stopping to lift his chin up. His black eyes seemed darker, the pupils blown wide. His smile didn't falter even when Ed slapped his hand away.
"How so?" he asked and rose to stand up on the desk. Roy put his hands on his legs, to keep him in place. He put his finger on the shorter alchemist's chest and pushed him down on his back.
"I merely thought to pay in kindness for this morning"
"It was almost noon"
"Whatever" he made and went back to molesting his lover. "But because I'm more mature than you are, I've decided I will resume what you've had in mind then and not seek some pointless revenge"
Ed grabbed a fist of his coal hair and brought his face up to look at him. "Where's the catch, Mustang?"
Roy snorted. "Why should there be any?"
"There always must be, didn't you say that? Why should I trust you?"
"You hurt me, sweetling" the officer pouted, his darkening eyes narrowing into long slits. His lips formed a devious smirk and Edward could swear he felt their danger as they captured his mouth in a burning kiss. He was taken by assault, but he couldn't help feeling lightheaded at the brutal attention.
Their mouths disconnected, leaving the younger alchemist disappointed. Their lips brushed again, hot breaths mingling together, drawing each other closer, yet they were still so far away.
"But I love you too much to let you go, no matter how you might insult me" Roy said and kissed his nose.
"What are you doing, Mustang? Are you now playing the hurt damsel?"
"Aren't you?" he chuckled lowly. The hand that hit him didn't surprise him. He continued talking, his tone so low it was arousing. The vibration from his throat reverberated through Edward's being. "I was meaning to act on your proposal of... how did you put it? Minimal work? Did I say it right?"
"Are you serious? Do you really expect me to ride you after you've been such a bastard and made a 'slip', as you've said, and forgotten to tell me everything? As in lying that everything is fine, when it was not?" Ed narrowed his eyes. "Nah, you don't get anything of I've said before I left, I'm still mad at you"
Roy puffed. "I didn't lie to yourself, I've merely skipped a few things to tell you. You're not upset, don't be such a child, you only wanted to play cruel. You've been too nice, too long, and you just felt like messing around a bit. Don't tell me I'm wrong, Fullmetal, I know you too well"
Ed nodded impressed. He wasn't that far off. "You are one conceited bastard, you know? But I give you that, you're right. Don't look so smug, I'm still a little cross with you for making me worry at the parade"
"Sorry" Roy said, but Ed waved him off. "You can run naked around the city screaming your apologise, I'm still not riding you, Mustang. My offer is off"
"Wow, isn't that a little extreme? It's rather cold outside, the Lieutenant will kill me if I catch a cold"
"What... why am I even bothering" Ed said and laughed. It was a quirky notion, but it was amusing nevertheless. "But I'm still not doing anything that sounds or looks like riding you"
"Good Heavens, Edward, you're set on that. What the hell am I, a horse?!"
"I don't know, you tell me! And no convincing me, I'm not doing anything. Now that I think of it, your stupid mouth ruined all the mood like always, so get off me" the blond commanded and made a move to stand up. Roy didn't let him and resumed his little attack on him. He rolled his tongue on the underside of his neck, eliciting the tiniest of groans. "Roy, get off me!" Ed repeated, this time his voice a little less stern and tinged with urgency.
Roy smiled and placed a lithe kiss on the hollow of his neck. "No" he stated, voice leaving no room for negotiation. "I've never said what you're implying, dearest, but now I have a better idea about your... riding?"
"Stand down, Mustang"
"Oh, I will" he said and lifted Ed from the desk. He turned on his heels and threw the youth on the couch by the wall. He almost slipped on a book that was carelessly left on the floor, but his speed at caging Edward under his weight didn't deter.
The blond thrashed a little before his mouth was once again captured in a dance of tongues. He wanted to stay at least a little mad on his lover, but he wasn't about to refuse such a nice activity. They haven't been anything near intimate for quite a while, given the rush of the last period, so he wasn't going to pass on such an opportunity.
But he wasn't going to sell himself cheap, he promised himself.
He grandiosely failed his vow when Roy's head descended to his stomach and his deft hands started unbuckling his pants. He at least looked brave until that particular part, he consoled himself as he closed his eyes. He let himself prey to those wonderful lips on his arousal.
"What were you saying about not being easy to convince?" Roy asked as he took the head in his mouth, his eyes so black, they looked like depthless holes.
"Let's skip that part" Ed said and bended backwards when his cock was suddenly hit with the warmth of Roy's throat. He bobbed his head a few times, his teeth teasingly grazing the bulging veins on the underside, then pulled back up. The tip stood proudly on his now exposed tongue. The moaning blond turned beetle red at the sight.
Roy smirked evilly, some saliva drooling from the corner of his lips. He sucked a bit more on the tip and let it fall with a little slap on the owner's stomach. He lifted himself up, standing in all his fully clothed splendour. His black hair was even messier than usual, strands standing in all directions. The shirt he wore seemed too tight on him, but the front of his pants looked even more so.
He opened his legs a bit, to better accommodate his position. He put a hand on Ed's chest and grinned toothily. "I will be honest with you, Edward" he said. He leaned back again, to take off his shirt. His scarred skin was flushed, the hardness in his muscles so well defined. The blond lift his automail hand, his fingers so cold and sensuous, they sent shivers to the older man's groin.
"Let's hear you" Ed offered, the golden in his eyes turning into lava.
"I was considering your offer of riding and minimum work"
"Of course you were" Fullmetal rolled his eyes. They looked like two suns lazily spinning, around and around. The burning orbs stopped moving when his hands were pulled up to rest on the small of Roy's back. He was now seated, his back exposed to the surprisingly chilly air around them.
"I wasn't meaning it quite like that, though" Roy continued, bringing his clothed erection closer to his lover's standing one. He pressed their chest together and his lips went to his ear. "I meant you to mount me" he breathed.
Edward narrowed his eyes. His raging arousal felt like it was detaching itself. His mind, however, appeared to form another entity to his body. "Huh? I don't understand, isn't that the same thing?" he asked, clueless. What the man said sounded so appalling to his body, but he for once didn't fully comprehend.
Roy let out a throaty laugh. "You said I was a horse. I want you to be true to your words and be my mount" he explained, yet Ed looked at him the same way.
"Umm, that's pretty much the same..."
The General's mouth dropped open. "Pardon me saying this, Edward, but are you stupid?"
"No...?" Fullmetal replied clueless. He rummaged through his mind, trying to make heads or tails with what he was supposed to understand. Realisation struck him when Roy shifted and placed his round buttocks in his opened palms. He didn't have to voice it, because his lover was already getting ahead of him. "I want you inside me. I want you, my sunshine, to fuck me"
He gasped. "What's with the change of heart? I thought you didn't want that" Ed hurried to reply, hoping his excitement to be missed. Not that it was possible, when his cock was jumping out of his body.
"Don't make such a face, I never said that! I've been actually trying to tell you this for a long time, but you always find a way to do anything that might go sideways of what I wanted" Roy explained. "But enough talking" he stated and shifted them so Ed stood over him.
The face Edward made was endearing, so absolutely taken aback. He had to smile at his honesty. Roy found himself bursting with joy at the many emotions he could get out of his ever-angry lover. He captured his lips again and ravished them until the kiss turned gentle and loving. Their tongues danced together in practised steps, falling in a sweet rhythm.
When they broke the kiss, they were both breathless.
Roy stroked Edward's shoulder blades, squeezing them a little to make him look at his face. The younger alchemist was so lost in his own world, internally panicking because he wasn't sure how to proceed to the task, he didn't notice he was boring holes with his eyes.
"Is everything alright?" Roy asked, a little unsure. "If you don't want to, it's fine, you know. Or if you have any other idea in mind, it's good as well. I don't want to force you into anything" he assured him.
"No, I didn't mean that... it's just, can you please show me what I should do? Just a little push? I'm not really sure, you know, I mean-"
"Ah" Roy made. He had forgotten about that little predicament. As usual, he forgot that Ed didn't exactly have any lovers before him. He nodded and kissed him again. He slowly took his hands in his and shifted them to the hem of his pants. Ed got the point and unzipped them. He lowered them until they were off, their bodies finally free to rejoice in each other.
Roy opened his legs and pulled Edward between them. He nodded in encouragement for the blond to do whatever came to his mind.
Ed touched his cock and stroked him slowly, letting his metallic fingers draw circles on his lover's chest. He rolled his tongue over the long scars on his abdomen, cherishing them for the remainder that Roy outlived all the dangers that came his way. Something inside him made him want to hug the older man tightly and never let him go, finally realising the panic he felt when he thought Roy was dead. Phantom blood dropped on his cheeks, pinching and burning him, making him want to hide away.
Only then he realised they were his tears, so freely falling from his eyes.
Roy felt the moisture on his stomach and looked down to see what was happening. When he saw the crocodile tears, he wanted to disappear. "Please, Ed, don't cry! You don't have to do anything! Fuck, I didn't want to force you! What have I done, I'm so-"
"Shut up, Roy" Edward cut him down and wiped those annoying tears with the back of his hand. "Don't jump like that, you're not forcing me. You've got rape problems, or something?" The other shook his head, confused. He continued "I'm not crying, I've just remembered something and it seems it hurts more than I thought"
"What do you mean?"
Edward cupped his cheeks in his mismatched palms. He looked in those dark pools that begged forgiveness. He only shook his head. "I need you to promise me something, Roy. I need you to promise me you will not die before I do"
Roy paled. "That's... I can't promise you this, Edward!" he exclaimed. "First of all, I'm ten years older than you, no matter what I do and how I wish it was different, chances are that I would die long before you. Think about it!"
"I don't care" Ed said with tears in his eyes. "I've seen too many loved ones pass in front of my eyes, so many gave up their lives in my quest. Promise you won't do the same, Roy, promise me"
Roy lowered his eyes. That was the last possible thing he imagined to happen after he proposed to change places. "I... I promise you, then. I have no idea how I will pull out such a terrible thing, but I promise. I will make sure not to leave you alone too much, though"
Ed huffed, suddenly relieved. "Not even in dead?"
"Not even in dead" Roy repeated and sealed their vows with a kiss. "You morbid child, let's lift this funeral mood! I don't plan for either of us to die too soon. Unless you have something else to say, I still demand a good fuck!" he said triumphantly.
Ed started laughing. "So much for the seriousness. No, I think I've said what I had to" he decided. It was all Roy wanted to hear.
"Alright, now get to work, dammit! You promised minimal work and you make me do too much already!"
"I didn't promise anything!" Ed slapped a playful hand over Roy's stomach. The man flinched, suddenly remembering his precarious state. He grabbed some long strands of golden hair when he felt his cock swallowed. "Ah, easy, Fullmetal, don't castrate me, dammit!" he exclaimed when Ed started laughing with his manhood in his mouth. "I just had a very funny image in my head, don't mind me"
"You're going to have an even funnier one if you chew my dick off! Just see how you explain it at the hospital"
"I'd leave you here bleeding" Ed deadpanned and continued licking.
"I have your dental record" Roy said with a big smile.
"Damn"
He chuckled some more and then let himself feel the warmth coiling up in his stomach. He looked at Ed's fringe, bobbing up and down with him. He felt a testing hand getting closer to his arse, and he thanked all the Gods he heard of for his partner finally gathering his courage.
He flew one of his hands to the floor, blindly looking for something with his fingertips. Ed noticed him and looked his way. He was presented with a jar of lubricant. The light reflected in the colourful wrap hurt his eyes. "You weren't joking when you said you were ready"
"Are you kidding? I've been trying to tell you for ages, Fullmetal! But I must admit I feel a little proud that you didn't consider switching places. I'm just that good, apparently" Roy grinned from ear to ear.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. How come you never find that when it's you on me?" he pointed to the jar. "How did it even get here?"
"One, I need it far more than you do because I haven't done something like this in years. Don't give me that look. Two, I have no idea where you put the damn thing, I accidentally came across it when I was figuring a way to get out of the bedroom. See what happens when you lock me up? Not the best of things"
Ed shrugged. "Have it your way, Mustang" he said and resumed what he was doing. His bobbing intensified as his now coated finger touched Roy's arse.
The General was positively euphoric, the wonderful caressing of his lover's tongue on his cock and the shy hand on his buttock was something he found he had been craving for in a long time. His vision blurred for a moment when one digit was pressed inside him and advanced through his tight passage. He smiled, drunk on the sensation.
Edward regarded the man with real concern in his eyes. He looked like he was finally happy and relaxed after a horribly long while, it made him wonder what was going on in his head. He let the cock in his mouth fall and then climbed on top of Roy's chest "You look a little too excited" he noted, but moved his finger in and out, as slow as he could. "Are you okay?"
"Mhm, just keep going" the other ushered and opened his legs a little wider. He was eliciting soft moans from the blond, who was so concentrating on what he was doing, he forgot about himself.
Roy had to smile at his determination. Seeing his little subordinate so attentive, he decided he could do some more selfish play of his own. He captured his lips once again to distract him and let his hand wander down his body. He grabbed Ed's hand and slipped a second finger inside himself. A few pushes later, he added one of his own fingers along his lover's. "What are you doing, old man?" Ed teased, awfully aroused by the display of the usually composed General so lost in fingering himself.
Roy cracked open one black eye, realising he had closed it. "This old man is enjoying himself" he grinned and then entered another finger along the two of his lover and his other one. He slowly turned their joined fingers and pushed them up, stroking that place inside him that made his cheeks blossom rich red.
"Argh!" he groaned and suddenly took out of him both their hands. He didn't want to come so lamely. "That's enough" he said and wrapped his legs around the much slimmer waist. He nudged Ed with his heels. "Put your dick in me, come on"
Edward had to prevent himself from commenting on the other's urgency. He didn't manage to do much before Roy grabbed his arousal and directed it to his hole. Well, he asked for directions, didn't he?
The blond alchemist pushed forward slowly, the scorching heat inward unbearable. "I'm giving you to the Court Martial if you come too soon" the General threatened for good measure. His words had absolutely no heat behind them and his shuddering form looked anything but menacing.
"It would be interesting to explain to the MPs why you are martialing me" he remarked and paused to give Roy some room to accommodate, just like he always did when the roles were reversed. It was terrible to stay still, it was so fantastic what he felt. But he had to play his part.
Roy seemed amused. He clenched his muscles a few times. "Watch your words carefully, Fullmetal" he said and grabbed his lover by the hair to pull him in a heated kiss. He let go of his lips to let a little moan escape. "Show me what you can"
And so he did. Edward started thrusting slowly, trying to imitate what the older man did to him. He was surprised to notice it wasn't as complicated as he expected. He finally found a decent pace, but he had to bite his cheek when he accidentally hit Roy's prostate. The other squeezed his cock so hard, he thought it would remain in his canal. He prayed not to relieve his passion then and there, but instead of his own cheek, he bit Roy's bottom lip. He wanted to slap himself for that.
He felt blood rushing in his mouth, but what he heard coming from Roy was far from curses. "ARGH, EDWARD! Oh my Go-just roll it a bit, just- AH! Like that, Fullmetal, just like thaaaa...oh, Edwaaah..." the man was moaning so heavily and the blood was dripping slowly from the corner of his opened mouth. His teeth started to colour in crimson red. The metallic taste elicited more noises from the raven haired man.
Edward panted heavily, thrusting as even as he could, captured by the beautiful man thrashing in his arms. He never knew the other could make such sinful voices, it made him even more hard.
Roy felt his hardness even more prominent and some flashing thoughts passed his mind. "Stop" he said almost pained, so loud Edward feared he did something wrong. He wanted to ask what was wrong, but he was pushed on his back.
"What are you-OH!" Ed shuddered. Roy straddled him, a little unbalanced as he wasn't used to do such things, not to mention to someone so slim, and impaled himself on Edward's cock. He rolled his hips a few times, then started rocking back and forth, gaining more speed. Ed started to chase his movements after his ass, their skin slapping loudly in the silent room. Roy lowered himself faster on the aching dick, groaning deep in his lover's mouth. Their tongues lapped lazily, dizzy in their coupling. His cock was slapping on their bellies in his hastening movement, from time to time changing the speed and the angle to prolong their mutual suffering.
That until Ed grabbed his burning hardened length and started stroking it. He did it so shyly, so unlike his bold motions, Roy felt like exploding on sight. He clenched his jaw and rolled his hips backwards, to show his forms better. Edward looked him over, the gold in his eyes melting, drop by drop.
They were gasping and moaning, their skin slapping so hard, it might leave bruises the next day. He continued to stroke Roy in time with his thrusts until he felt his flesh hand ache and then some more. He replaced it with his automail, and it did the trick, because he felt his lover clench around him in time with his explosive orgasm and howling voice.
He came as well, the relieving sensation so intense, it made him see stars. He felt Roy collapse on him, as feathery a man his size could, but he didn't move. He breathed hard, his head swam, his joints ached, but he felt so good. He felt the heated kisses, he felt himself responding to them, but he didn't realise he was doing them.
When they both regained their senses and their passionate kisses turned into sloppy pecks, they opened their eyes to look at each other. "Nice one, Fullmetal" Roy said, twisting his lips in a lopsided smile. "Not bad"
"Not bad? You've came so hard it hit my chin, old man" Ed teased and pocked his fingers on Roy's cheeks.
"You're talking?" the General asked, his gaze so intense it made Ed cringe. He climbed off the partially softened member with a pop. Liquid started gushing out of him. He got on his knees and levelled his hips to his lover's eyes.
White clear liquid slowly crept between his thighs. He touched the trail with his finger and then presented it to Ed. "Mind what you're saying, sunray, that's yours" he deadpanned than burst into laughter.
Edward hid his face under his palms, feeling himself burn. "Die, bastard" he muttered, so red he thought he would burst. He knew he was going to when he sensed Roy's tongue on his arse, licking and pocking him. "Roy! What are you doing?!"
"I loved you in me, don't get me wrong, but I can't say I'm finished for the night" Roy said and thrust a finger in Ed. The blond moaned, but his eyes darted flaming daggers. "You're joking"
"Not at all" the raven General replied and began molesting his beloved subordinate.
XXXXX
Riza looked at her watch for the third time that morning. She was waiting in front of her commanding officer's house for a while. She knocked as hard as she could and rang the doorbell more times than she cared to remember, but the man still didn't open the door. At first, she thought she might have arrived a little too early, but her watch certified she had not. She took out her gun and knocked one final time before she pointed it to the handle.
Just as she was preparing herself to pull the trigger, the door opened. "Don't shoot, Lieutenant!" Roy said and ducked his head from behind the door. He was already dressed and his hair was fairly combed, enough to look like he hasn't just jumped out of the bed. He appeared to be ready for work.
"Good Morning, Sir" Hawkeye saluted. "I thought something happened, I wasn't sure if you were safe or not"
"Yes, I'm quite safe, thank you" Roy said and greeted the woman inside. "It's earlier than I expected. I've made coffee, would you like some, Lieutenant?" he asked.
"It would be very welcomed" Riza admitted and followed Roy to the kitchen. "Excuse me for being a little early, but I supposed you'd be awake"
Roy nodded and poured some of the dark brown liquid in two mugs. Hawkeye noticed he seemed strangely fresh for a man with so many sleeping disorders, but she didn't comment on it. However, she couldn't sit and say nothing about the state of disarray her superior's many books and notes were in, a mess that crept even inside the kitchen. The day before, as she recalled, the house looked pristine. "Pardon me telling you this, Sir, but these papers look like they have been through a storm"
Roy chuckled and lifted the mug to his nose to smell the beverage. "Yes, the day at home proved very efficient in destroying the little order I had in my work"
"I hope the paperwork is in order, though"
"Of course it is" Mustang made, looking offended. "I wouldn't mess it for the world, you know how I loathe doing it, do you expect me to want to do it again?"
"Good" Riza approved. "I'm glad you've enjoyed your day off, be sure it won't happen again too soon. You were in luck you were sleeping so soundly when Ed opened the door for me yesterday"
"I know. I guess the office is over floating with papers, right?"
"Evidently"
"Oh, joy" Roy sighed and took another gulp. They drank their coffee in silence, the quietness waking questions in the Lieutenant's mind. "I don't see Edward anywhere, I thought he might be awake. I didn't see him at headquarters yesterday, either"
"Yeah, he's sleeping. He had a very productive day at the library and tried to read some more when he got back, but fell asleep in the study" Roy half lied. It wasn't entirely true, it wasn't entirely false either, but he wasn't going to explain to his assistant everything that happened.
"I see. He's aware he has work to do?"
"Vaguely. He said he will come later at the office, you can tell him that when he gets there"
Riza put her cup down and frowned. "You know you live with him, couldn't you tell him?"
Roy almost spit his coffee back into the mug. "I enjoy sleeping in my bed, not two feet under the ground" he defended himself and resumed sipping his beverage with a look of horror plastered on his face.
The corner of his lower lip burnt like brimstone. As much as he had liked the bite he accidentally received from his lover the previous night, he definitely wasn't pleased with it right then. He had to come up with a good excuse for how he had gotten it, so he tried to figure one out while he hid his mouth in the mug.
Hawkeye soon finished her coffee and turned her eyes to Roy, who was holding his cup in front of his face, his eyes focused on nothing in particular. "We should get going, Sir, we have a long day ahead of us"
"Yes" he agreed and took the mugs to the sink. He looked at his reflection in the kitchen's window and noticed his lip was even redder than when he woke up.
"Sir, why are you injured?" she asked, her curiosity perking up.
Roy shifted uncomfortably. "It's a funny little story, really" he began. He heard thumping coming from upstairs. He cursed all the heavens for his lack of attention, Edward must have woken up and saw the disaster that was laid in front of the bedroom.
"MUSTANG!" an angry shout made him so much faster than usually in the morning.
Hawkeye looked at him puzzled. "Sir, wha-"
"Let's say my story has something to do with having nothing to do at home and a door I've burnt upstairs. Let's go" he pushed the woman and grabbed a jar of concealing cream he used when he had to disguise himself. He hoped he could hide the little bruise until it healed, but by how enraged Edward sounded, he would need it more than ever for what he was about to get.
"Shouldn't you see-" Riza started. She was presented with yesterday's paperwork and hurried to the front door by Roy's heavy hand on her back.
"No, if I still want to see anything. Come on, we have work to do, right?" he said and practically fled to the car.
"Don't you think is a bit cowardly to run away like this, Roy?" Hawkeye asked when she got in the driver's seat. She ignited the motor and left Mustang's driveway.
"I'm merely paying in kind, to be truthful" he said as he looked in the rear mirror to arrange his lip. When he deemed it better, he put the jar in his pocket and looked at his assistant, smiling sweetly. "I will only say that I'm expecting a mouthful because of some impromptu redecoration I undertook yesterday"
Hawkeye hummed in understanding. "Are you sure you aren't having any problems at home?" she remarked, a little afraid that Roy's relationship might be taking a violent turn. Her concern was waved off when Roy snorted, visibly amused.
"None, I've just gotten a little creative while I was alone" he said a little embarrassed. "Alchemy is a very engaging activity, one starts to forget its surroundings" he lied with ease.
She eyed him through the rear mirror and took a turn in the intersection. "Sir, you make me want to never let you stay home during a working day"
"I think you should think it over a few times before letting me stay, yes" he said and shifted his eyes to the changing scenery outside.
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Ten minutes ago, in Mustang's study
Edward blinked a few times, his eyelids so heavy they might as well be glued. His head was reeling, all his joints ached and he was sore. He rolled on his back and rose up to stand as feathery as he could. He extended his arms in front of him, bones and metal cracking under the effort. He bended his knees, the movements strange and shaky, but he finally got to his feet.
He literally had no muscle in him that didn't hurt.
He supposed it had something to do with the previous night and his lack of physical training in a good while. He definitely needed some exercise, he didn't want to lose his shape. He never knew when he would be needed in some mission that required his physique in top condition. He didn't want to endanger himself only because he preferred reading to running around.
His teacher would kick his ass if she knew he was slacking off like that, but his bottom hurt enough for the point to be made.
He rubbed his eyes and reflected a little on the previous night. It was nice, he couldn't possibly deny it, but did Roy really have to take his rear for what felt like a hundred times after they've already done it once? The man had too much energy.
He blushed, cheeks flaming up. He didn't want to remember any of that, it was too embarrassing for his imagination. He didn't think he would ever be topping Roy, not to mention seeing the other man so wild. He shivered, he was so not made for those kind of things. No matter how good it felt to be on the other end of receiving, it was as strange as walking with his hands.
No wonder he had a male partner, he would be mortified if he was with a woman.
He grabbed his neatly arranged clothes. Roy must have woken earlier and gathered them in a pile. He read he note that was left on them and frowned. "Damn, I don't want to go to the headquarters..." he protested. He decided he would have a well-deserved shower first before he headed to work.
Finally dressed, he opened the door to the study and heard some voices. He supposed it was Roy and his Lieutenant, it was about time she came pick him up. He shrugged, the poor woman didn't need to see him in such a lumpy state, they could very well talk when he came to the office. He walked the stairs as stealthy as he could, but all precaution was doomed when he saw the bedroom's door, half burnt along with a few bricks showing on the wall around it.
"MUSTANG!" he yelled and turned to go back down and do some more. "I'm so killing him"
Although when he got to the kitchen, it was deserted, similar to the rest of the house. He heard an engine roaring and wheels screeching on the alleyway. He hurried to the window and saw a car leaving.
Seemed like he missed the man by a notch.
He ascended the stairs and clapped his hands on the wall, slowly rebuilding the damaged structure. The door was unfortunately beyond repair, so he stuck with getting it off. They would need to buy another one.
He wanted to go yell at Roy for making such a mess, but he knew it was partially his fault. He perhaps shouldn't have left him locked up the day before, though the other didn't have to go overkill on the helpless piece of wood.
Or splinters, to be fair.
He will make sure he chose the most wallet-bending door he could find to replace the one they had, Ed promised himself.
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"Thank you for informing me" Roy said in the phone receiver and hung up. He gathered his hands under his chin, deeply pleased with the outcome of his little experiment. He was so proud with what his men archived in Aerugo, he didn't even hear Breda talking to him.
"Boss, are you listening? BOSS!" the red haired officer exclaimed and thumped his fist on the desk.
That definitely woke Roy from his reverie. "Excuse me, Breda, what were you saying?"
The other was confused by the use of his name, but he answered nonetheless. "The Fuhrer wants to see you. I think it has to do with the 'Foreign Policy' business" he repeated, making sure to mimic the accolades with his fingers.
"Thank you, I will" Mustang replied and resumed his day dreaming, nearly missing the reminder that he was supposed to go to the Fuhrer that instant, not when he was done with building statues of himself in his head. Hawkeye pointed a gun at his head and promised him she would shoot if he didn't get out. Seeing he wasn't desired in the office, he nodded and hurried out, bumping into a few desks on the way.
That morning came with a new phone call from the unlikely team he had sent in Aerugo. Major Armstrong and his newfound colleague, General Crendell, finally came in contact with the Eastern station. They've decided to use Miles as a connection for the operation, as he was the fastest to send the messages to the North. From there, Briggs had to close the circuit and send it to its first receiver from Central, Madam Christmas' bar. She was the one who called Roy to tell him the news. It was a complicated arrangement; they had to make sure no information could be interpolated by anyone that might pose a threat to them. Certain loops had to be made.
The message was finally relayed to him, and it was most satisfying. It seemed like his little gamble worked out and Aerugo was in train of presenting a public offer of collaboration between their state and Amestris in the next national council, two days from then.
He wanted to know how the team managed to pull such a thing off, knowing his opponents' reputation. He made a mental note to ask the Major about that when he returned to Central. He knocked at the massive door of the presidential office, looking most pleased with the outcome.
The Fuhrer, however, didn't seem so much.
"Roy! My granddaughter was telling me about your little stunt at the seaside" Grumman started monotonously as soon as he entered the flowery office. The many plants and tasteless statues shone in the powerful green light coming from the windows. Roy had to cover his eyes before he accommodated to it.
"Yes, Sir, it was proven as a resounding success"
The old man eyed him carefully. "Are you certain, hundred percent certain, I mean? Will it be done? All that you've asked?"
Roy nodded, not sure what to make of it. Grumman's face lost its tension and he clapped. "Congratulations, Roy, you have an even sicker mind than I do! Making a spineless traitor and a soft hearted man threaten others for you is one hell of a twisted plan, but nice job!" he said and showed the alchemist a seat. "I think you are on the good path, Roy, I'm very proud of you! I'm not sure about your decision with that fellow Crendell, but I trust your judgement"
"Thank you, Sir. I have instructed the General and the Major to remain in Aerugo a little longer, to make sure the promises weren't just promises. They should be delivering us more good news by the end of the week"
"Very good" the old officer said and clasped his hands under his chin. "I must say I'm glad you are well and heh, that your mind is still ticking, my boy"
"Thank you, Sir" Roy replied humbly. He wanted to scream his little victory, but he knew better than that.
Grumman didn't buy his little show, though. "Spear me the modesty, Roy, we both know you are not the man for it. It is a nice little game that you've started, but do you know how to continue it?"
Roy nodded, surety reading clearly in his eyes. "Yes, Sir. I have a fairly good plan, as soon as I have the results from this mission, I will put into motion the next stage of the operation"
"Then you have the same liberty as before. But please, don't get in trouble while doing whatever you do. It was a real scare for an old man like me to hear that you've almost died at that banal parade. But I guess it worked into your favour, that"
Roy hummed in approval. "I will try, Sir" he promised and turned for the door. He saluted his mentor.
The old man waved his hand. "By the way, I was meaning to ask you – do you have any problems at home?" he pointed to his lip. "You know, no amount of makeup could possibly conceal anything to my trained eye"
"Just a disagreement with a door" Roy lied and pressed the knob. What was with Hawkeye and her grandfather, both so observant on his relationship?
Grumman followed him. He patted his protégé on the back and chuckled. "Make sure the 'door' remembers to file in its reports, General" he said with a smirk and turned back in his office.
Roy let out a distressed laugh, thinking about the way he was going to suffer for the damned mess he made at home.
For anything in the world, he prayed Edward didn't show up at the office that day.
A/N: That's it for the moment, I hope you have enjoyed my little turn of positions. I thought it might be a good touch, but let me know what you think! Thank you for reading, please don't forget to review/follow/favorite! Thank you again!
See you next time with some real development and surer steps to the ending of this story, bye bye!