royxed 4life

 Mustang Trinket

A squeal in a higher than expected voice jostled Edward out of his naps on the leather sofa. Mustang's leather sofa. With a yawn, Ed rubbed his eyes, shaking his head to clear his vision and see that he was, indeed, still at Mustang's house with the only person inside the house was himself and Roy.

"Roy?" A door opened, but behind the back of the sofa so he was unable to see over it. (Again, he cursed his height but then rethought when he realized that, even if he was the tallest man on earth, he still wouldn't see over it in his position)

"Ed, look! Madame Christmas got me a present!" Roy's voice was surprisingly still higher pitched than normal.

Edward blinked. "Was that you that squealed!"

Roy was wrong footed for a moment, having realized that he was, in fact, the very culprit.

Ed's eyes grew large. "It was you!"

"Ed-"

"What the fuck, Mustang! Could you be any more fucking girly right now?"

"Edward."

Ed continued to ignore him, or was too far into his rant that he didn't realize his Colonel had even spoken. "Really, Mustang? Have you been spending too much time with those girls that you're turning into a girl? Are you gonna grow lady parts or something? Because if you are then I'm gonna-"

"Ed!" Edward blinked, slowly coming back into reality. Roy took his chance before the Elric rant made a reappearance. "No, I just got excited. I've been wanting this for a while now and I finally got it!"

Ed had never really seen Roy so excited for something. Well, except sex, but that hardly counted. He was a man; they both were, so, with that dilemma, being horny was not the same thing.

Ed raised an eyebrow. "What is it that has you high as a fucking ballerina?"

Roy, not at all dulled by Edward's vulgar choice of words, brought the box out to show him. It didn't answer Edward's question. "Gimme that thing!" Snatching it like the child he still had deep down, he only just reached twenty, still complained about being reliant on Winry for his automail and, surprising his whole family and friends, except Roy that is, still standing as a State Alchemist. Roy knew the reason; Ed needed the military both for money and for something to do. That and the sex in the office. It was no secret to Roy's team that they were, indeed, to put it lightly, intimate with each other. Havoc had made sure everyone knew when he walked in on his chief and boss using the desk for other means then writing reports and proceeded to run out the room, screaming that "boss and chief are screwing on the desk! My eyes!" Roy was lucky that day no Generals were hanging around Eastern Command that day.

He was not so lucky when his ear, as well as Edward's, got pulled by Hawkeye, however, and both were confined to questioning, as if it was something criminal. Well, technically it was fraternization, but everyone knew Edward didn't care about heading up to the top of the military chain, so why would they care?

"Mustang, what is this?" Ed's question brought Roy to reason. Ah, the box. The object within the box.

"You haven't figured it out?"

Ed furrowed his eyebrows. "It's a white box with a tick on the color red. How the fuck am I meant to know what it is!"

Roy sighed before he took the box from the juvenile's hands and turned it upside down where the label held the name of the object.

Ed's eyes widened comically. "What the- you pervert! Why do you need that thing!"

Roy pouted. "C'mon, Ed! I thought you liked being adventurous, I mean you-"

"Not in that way I'm not!"

"Yes you are, remember the time-"

"You go any further and I'll-"

"Please, Ed?"

Ed hated it when Roy used that word, despite how uncommonly used and polite it was, he hated it. He hated the reason behind that nice gesture. Roy didn't do being nice, he didn't do being cute either.

"Roy, you do being devious and sexy as hell. You don't do being nice and cute."

"But this thing is devious!"

The object behind the argument was put on a table nearby, before Roy proceeded to open the object in question. Ed's eyes widened once again, his face paling slightly, though he couldn't deny his manhood wasn't jumping both nervously and joyously. Roy brought out a red collar; it even had a tag saying "my bitch", and a red whip. Ed did say he was adventurous, and he knew Roy was into that kind of stuff, but himself? He just wasn't sure. He handled auto mail surgery, but he had to go through that for his brother, to get his body back and not be such a cripple. Could he handle it to at least let Roy enjoy the time?

He really wasn't sure.

"Mustang."

The uncertainly of his voice caught the Colonel off guard. Edward, uncertain? The idea itself was laughable, at best, but here he was, spotting a hesitant Elric. Surely, that can't be right.

"What? It's perfectly normal for people our age to be curious." Despite Roy being thirty three and Ed twenty, he was correct. That wasn't Edward's problem, however.

"Absolutely not!" Ed's face was red, probably from embarrassment. It was rare he ever got embarrassed now, but the natural reaction to do that was still there when something new appeared. "There's no way I'm being treated like some common whore!"

"But you don't complain when-"

"Shut up! No means no! Go give it to Havoc or someone, but there's no way I'm being anybody's dog!" Ed, in a rush of what can't exactly be called anger, nor embarrassment, but a mixture of both, though he couldn't remain angry at Roy for long, stormed out of the room and to the shower to get changed for work. That was what he was meant to do before Roy decided to play being girly for a moment, then a complete sex demon.

Roy, on the other hand, wasn't really expecting Edward to take the subordination idea so hard or badly. He knew it'd take some convincing for Ed to agree, but to storm off and scream at him like he had done? That just didn't make any sense to the young-ish Mustang. Ed did usually enjoy being bottom, though he was most of the time because Mustang didn't allow the shrimp to top him; "think of my reputation! Topped by a sh-" Needless to say that sentence never got finished as Ed tightened his muscles unbearably around Roy's cock, shutting him up effectively. It always worked when Roy got chatty, rare as it was, it gave Ed immense pleasure to know he had this much power over the Colonel.

Neither had really professed love, but neither really felt the need to. Action spoke louder than words, even if the subject of this statement was Edward Elric, who was very loud and quite erotic in his thoroughly being fucked session. Maybe if he let Edward try it out on him first then… but Roy stopped there. There was no way he was going to let that happen. Not even if it got him what he wanted faster. His pride wouldn't let him.

So, where to turn when you've no idea what to do with Edward Elric?

…

"Um, Colonel, sir?"

"Come on, Alphonse. He's your brother; you know what makes him tick."

Alphonse, on the other hand, didn't want to get involved. He might've respected Edward's choice, but otherwise he didn't want to be involved in it. Like what Roy was trying to do.

"But I really don't think I should be choosing sides…"

Roy hadn't brought the objects of his desire with him; he figured that'd be a bad move. "You won't be choosing sides, trust me! Your brother just needs… a little encouragement."

"I'm not really sure you came to the right person about this, sir…"

"But you know your brother better than anyone, what should I do to convince him?"

And that was when Roy begun his new mission. Get Edward to accept being a bad bitch for just one night. And maybe some more later.

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Plan A: Bargaining.

"Well, Ed always follows the law of equivalent exchange even outside of alchemy, so maybe…"

That's precisely what Roy was going to do. But, just what was equivalent to subordination for one night? That was the big problem Roy currently had.

He turned to Riza for help. Women knew everything, didn't they?

"Sir, I would say the equivalency to subordination is for the favor to be returned." That didn't help.

Although…

Mustang found himself later that night cuffed to his bed currently lying on his stomach with Edward above toying with his entrance wearing his gloves sitting on his legs so he couldn't even wriggle if it got uncomfortable. He said he'd be willing to be bottom but he didn't think the blond would go to these lengths to take advantage of what dominance he had currently over his commanding officer. Fucking clever midget.

"So, Colonel." Ed's voice, with a heavy tint of lust, though it came as no surprise at the current time and situation, Roy tried to turn, but a metal hand held his head and forced him to look back. "Na ah, be a good dog and lie down." Oh, the little bastard was as-

"Aiiiee! Fullmetal, what-!"

"Do I have to gag you as well?" Roy growled slightly but didn't comment further, he'd rather not this situation turn even further in Ed's favor. "You are meant to call me Ed or Edward, not this 'Fullmetal'. There's no Fullmetal in the room." Ed then took the time to blow on the saliva trail he had left on his Colonel's right shoulder; he paid extra attention to that shoulder, since he lost his own. Roy shivered, unable to resist and closed his eyes to prevent from letting out an embarrassing moan. God, even just shivering made his cock rub too much into the sheets. He just had to get the sheets he used for the rough sex times, didn't he?

Edward smirked watching goose bumps appear on Roy's skin. It was exhilarating, the amount of power he had over his superior when he really tried. It wasn't often that Roy allowed him to play dominant, so he relished in the little that he got.

"I was going to ask, what brought this on?" Edward was genuinely curious, but he had a feeling that he knew the answer. He just wanted to know what excuse Roy would use, the sneaky bastard he was. Just like me. Edward smirked devilishly. Let him lie, let him play his game. He was having entirely too much fun to let this opportunity slip away.

Roy couldn't see Ed's face, unfortunately. If he tried to turn, he would either break his wrist, arm or be attacked by a sexy golden creature. "Um, w-well. It came to my mind how li- not so often you get the chance to be d-dominant. Well, I know you like to be dominant once in a while, so I thought it would be fair to let you be in charge toda- ah!" At that moment, Edward leaned forward on Roy and brought his gloved, Roy's gloves, and scratched right down his back, leaving a trail of slight white that soon disappeared as Ed's fingers left contact with the skin in that area. Like a cat, he stretched to make sure it went right down his back, not missing a single part.

"Lift yourself a bit." It took a while for Roy to register the command, at first he felt defiant, but he quickly obeyed remembering his wrists were currently cuffed together to the bed post. He heard rustling and was about to risk turning around, when he felt Ed's presence reappear. He heard the sound of a cap opening and before he realized what was happening, he felt it.

"Gah! Shit… Ed, you could've… w-warned me!" Mustang closed his eyes, trying to at least be quieter. He had had several complaints from his neighbors, especially Mrs Dersley the elderly next door, about the "noise in the middle of the night", though this was Ed's fault, not his own. The young Elric often ended up making a lot of noise. Rather colorful noises, he might add.

Edward grinned, having caught the Mustang off guard, before he pushed another finger to join the first; scissoring to stretch the not as tight but still not what you call a whore hole of Roy's. Roy grunted, but that's as far as sound he allowed to show himself, though his face tensed up like it was withholding something seemed to be a sure sign that Mustang wasn't really complaining at all. It was all about his pride.

Ed stopped his fingers, he had taken the gloves off not wanting to risk scratching or accidently cutting Roy whilst he was stretching his anus and used his flesh hand, not his automail (last time he tried that, Roy didn't last very long, he was apparently sensitive to temperature change) and looked up at Roy, who still couldn't look down to see him, his arms were in the way of that.

"Roy, aren't you going to let me tame you just for tonight?" Ah shit… the way Ed had said that sent Roy's manhood flaring for attention, which it was not receiving. He was reading to beg Ed, but he was not going to sink down there. His dick would just have to-

"Aiiiiiiii-ah!" Mustang flinched as Edward struck his prostate with both fingers, doubling the sensation to near unbearable.

"C'mon, Roy, all you have to do is ask." Mustang would bet his money the little brat was smirking like a chesire cat. He wouldn't be far off, Elric knew he was winning. He wanted to give in, but his pride still wouldn't let him. "Please, Roy?" Fuck… he was fucking dying with that little finger down below, so much room left uncared for!

"Fuck, Ed- if you don't get that dick of yours inside right now I'll do it myself!" At least he somewhat kept his pride up whilst announcing this. "Fuck me already!" Short and to the point. He didn't go ignored. Soon after the demand was made, he felt pressure trying push in. At first, he tensed, a reaction made more conspicuous after the Ishballan war, but with the help of Fullmetal's hand stroking his shoulder, he managed to relax. Roy was somewhat annoyed that Ed kept his automail hand from contact, but he remembered what happened last time temperature change came into sex. Mayhaps Edward didn't want a repeat? But this wasn't the same; it was just on outside skin, right?

There was a sharp pain, but it disappeared quickly. Roy wasn't as used to this as Ed, but he supposed Ed would know what he's doing since he had experienced it more than he had. It was mostly just trying to get comfy, and these damn cuffs are fucking irritating! He wanted to roll over, but he couldn't even manage that without getting the cuffs tangled. It didn't take too long for Ed to get the whole way in, shuddering as he did so.

"I know why." Edward broke the silence, the voiceless silence anyway; the only sounds were their panting in unison, along with their becoming louder heart beats. Roy couldn't answer, the sensation of being filled for the first time in a while making him struggle to concentrate. "But you're going to have to try harder than that to get me to bow down to being your bitch, bastard." Edward grabbed Roy's head with his automail arm, bending it back only slightly so he could lean into his view without hurting him. Mustang could see that Ed was smirking full on evilly, but the lust was shining in his eyes, as well as mischief. "So, be 'my bitch' and maybe I'll think about it." Thus Roy found that Plan A just didn't work. Though, he did get a free shag out of it, he supposed. Not a huge loss, then.

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Plan B: Sexual Tension.

"Um, well… brother did always complain if he didn't… you know… get any. So, maybe try that, sir?"

Now that Alphonse mentioned it, Roy did notice that Edward tended to be a bit more… not violent per say but more rough when sex had been held back for a while. So, if Edward Elric was really horny, he might just want to go ahead and try the new toys. Genius! Absolute genius!

So, for the next few weeks, Roy got stuck into his paperwork, even asking Hawkeye for more or even a field mission. Hawkeye considered calling the doctors the first time Roy asked, then the men in the white coats when he asked again finishing another pile.

"Sir, with all due respect, are you alright?" She had asked.

Roy just smiled politely, strangely happy, not that that was a bad thing, Riza added. "Of course, Lieutenant! The sky is blue, the birds are chirping and I'm on a roll!"

Now Riza really needed to call the doctors. But she just shrugged and put the new stack of paperwork there ready for signing.

Edward, after five days of this, wasn't impressed.

"Hey, bastard, wat'cha doing?" Fullmetal hadn't been on a field mission in a while, courtesy of Mustang, but if the bastard was going to hold out, he may as well just give him one.

Roy looked up from his paperwork, one he didn't even know the contents of. "Oh, Edward Elric, what brings you here?"

Ed gave him a stern look. "Just wondering what you were doing." He leaned up against the desk, making sure he stood straight in plain sight of Roy and wiped his hair aside, bringing a seductive smirk when he knew the coast was clear to put on a show. "I've just noticed you've been rather busy lately."

Roy cocked an eyebrow, though he was panicking on the inside. He knew that the brat knew. He wasn't a prodigy for nothing, but he may as well play along. "Yes, I have, Hawkeye has been relentless to me this week." It was a lie; well he was exaggerating the truth really. "Maybe it's from all the breaks." Roy shrugged; it was a good cover-up, so he thought.

Edward hummed. He turned back towards Roy, still the same smirk on his face, and leaned down to hold his head in his hands, elbows on the desk, so anyone behind him would get a great view of his arse. He didn't care, of course, he even worse his leather pants that really showed the shapes. This was all planned.

"Maybe." Ed mused. "You know, I was in such a rush today that I had no time to put on some underwear." Be damned if that didn't bring Roy's dick to attention. He tried to hide it with a smile though. This is not going as planned. C'mon Mustang! Get the upper hand!

So, that's what Mustang did, brought a seductive smirk up, playing along and attempting to take control. He leaned forward, head on his hands but otherwise, in the same position as Ed only sitting on his lovely seat, he near whispered, "Really, Fullmetal? Is that why it's called 'going commando'?"

Fullmetal leaned more forward, almost touching his nose with his superior's and hummed. "Maybe." His eyes were only lazily open now, clearly seduced. He smirk was lazy now and his eyes were dilating. "Don't want to see how 'commando' I can be?" Oh Roy wanted to, he really wanted to. But he had his eyes on some other prize that'll take time and patience to get.

At the last minute, Roy went back to sit normally on his chair and went back to his paperwork. "Sorry, Fullmetal, but like I said, I'm rather busy at the moment."

It was an understatement to say that Edward was surprised that Mustang didn't give in. He was also pissed to be left with a hard on and only a single hand that was already aching from all the paperwork he had done (his writing was almost illegible when he wrote with that hand) free. He was not going to let that fly.

"It never stopped you before, it shouldn't now." With that said Edward ducked down, alchemized a hole in the table big enough for him to fit in and ducked in through the hole. Roy looked up catching out of his peripherals the reacting light of alchemy, but was shocked to see that the pipsqueak wasn't where he was previously. It was only when he noticed the light once again did he think to look down at a grinning blond boy.

"Fullmetal," Roy had to swallow because his throat tightened up. He could only hope that Edward hadn't noticed. "What are you doing?"

Ed's grin only got bigger. "Why, you've been holding out on me, Colonel." Ed proceeded to almost slither up Mustang's leg like a snake, keeping contact with his body at all times, up his leg and to the latch of the containment to his prize. "Whyever could that be?"

Roy tried to beat mother nature- well it wasn't anymore Mother Nature then God believes homosexuality was right, but nonetheless a male's prostate was where only a male can reach- at her game, but his hormones were at the drivers' seat. C'mon Mustang, you can do this, you've been longer then this without sex, haven't you? Evidently not, says his body. "Like I said… Hawkeye has been rather relentless this we- eek!" Roy almost near squealed in surprise when Edward proceeded to rub his face on his crotch like some cat. Of course, all it required was a little Edward Touch and his crotch came alive. How he hated the little shrimp to be so irritating yet so sexy.

"Really? Riza told me that you were working unusually well and were even begging for more paperwork." Ed proceeded to opening the door to his treatment of his hunger. "Hm, maybe I should hear you, again. What was it you said to me a few weeks ago?" Roy tried hard to keep the whimper back. Already, his cock was pulsing, reminding him.

Fuck me, damnit, or I'll do it myself!

The young Elric's smirk returned as he leaned forward and removed his prize from the cotton prison. Roy shivered, trying to not give in with all his might, but fuck if he hadn't taught the kid how to seduce someone into near oblivion. A man could only take so much. With agonizing slowness, tense and Roy wanting to push Ed both away and towards his cock, Fullmetal finally brought his lips to the standing to attention little soldier and gave it a long lick from the underside back to the tip.

That was it for Roy. Stuff playing about. He needed the Elric and he was getting him!

Breaking and completely forgetting the point of waiting so long, Roy grabbed the young man under his armpits and sat him down on his desk, quickly yanking the trousers (and boxers along with them) down his subordinates' legs. Ed didn't even flinch; he'd been expecting and wanting it. Whilst Roy was doing that, Ed attempted to bring down Roy's trousers and boxers down so they wouldn't be brushing against his arse, that was mighty distracting last time they had an office quickie. He had to struggle slightly, since Roy's erection wasn't helping any.

Roy was about to demand what the hold-up was with his underwear, when the office door opened. Looking up, Mustang caught sight of Hawkeye with the files he had asked for, which promptly fell on the floor as she caught the sight in front of her. A nice look at Elric's arse up in the air slightly, bending down so she unwillingly got a good look at his crack. Looking away quickly, she resisted the temptation and natural reaction to blush, she found herself surprised that she could and keep a straight military poker face. Roy pulled Edward back up to stop further embarrassing his Lieutenant.

Edward looked up at Roy in both confusion and frustration. "Hey, Roy! What's the big-" he stopped when he noticed Roy wasn't looking at him, rather, behind him. Turning, his eyes quickly grew as he spotted Second Lieutenant Riza was looking anywhere but at the pair, possibly trying to think of the many ways to clean, really clean, the office up so it was kid friendly. Who knew when Hughes or Gracia or even Alphonse was going to bring Elicia or some stray cats or something inside and it not being cleaned to be a child friendly, or even pet friendly, environment.

For a moment, nobody said anything, but Roy, ever the one in charge, ever the one to aspire to become Führer and actually might stand a good chance with the right people by his side, took charge of the difficult situation. "Ah, Hawkeye, do you mind leaving those just on Fullmetal's desk? I'm sure I, or he, can pick them up later."

Riza had to fight the urge to roll her eyes. Later could mean anything from half an hour to just before midnight and it was 10:45am now. "Of course sir, but with all due respect, might it be more efficient to be done in time for lunch?"

Riza did have a good point. "I'll be sure to pick it up before lunch, I promise."

"Yeah, yeah." Edward cut in, waving his metal hand for Riza to shoo. "Now out so I can get screwed. And don't forget to close and lock the door!" A little shocked at Edward's vulgar-ness, but when she realised it was Edward Elric of all people, she figured she shouldn't be so shocked. With a salute, looking down at the files to prevent further embarrassment, though Roy and Ed sounded far from embarrassed, merely annoyed, she turned and headed out of the office, locking the door and informing Mustang's team that Roy and Edward were to remain undisturbed for the rest of the morning.

Both grinning triumphantly, plus with the shock and adrenaline at being caught, both boys laughed. Neither could really explain it, maybe it's to do with the saying 'after a near death experience, you either laugh or cry'. Wiping their eyes, they slowly grew back to their senses. Remembering what he was exactly doing, Roy looked down to see just how close he came to throwing away all that patience, all that waiting, those weeks he put into preparing for the finale and he almost threw it away! Shaking his head slightly, he bent down to raise his boxers and trousers up, only to stop when something landed on his head and prevented him from straightening back up.

"What do ya think you're doing, Colonel?" Ed's voice made Roy tense, he sounded quite… rapacious. Mustang lifted his head, but he could only lift it as far as to see the younger Elric's erection, either it kept up its hardness through the whole ordeal or it recently became excited about an escaping Colonel, but nevertheless, it was standing up, begging for attention it doesn't seem to be getting.

"Um…" Roy had to swallow whatever saliva he had left, it had started to dry up with Hawkeye's presence, but now it was all coming right back at the sight of the delicious dessert before him. No, remember what you are after, Mustang. Don't let him hold the reigns! "I've got some… paperwork, that's right, paperwork that is due tomorrow."

Edward's smirk was beyond predatory, it almost scared the living out of Roy, but at the same time his cock was shaking with anticipation. He had left his cock to just his hand for too long, it needed something warmer, something tighter, something familiar. Elric's anus was the only thing it was crying out for. God-fucking-damnit.

"Didn't you hear Hawkeye? She said we're busy all afternoon." Edward had to emphasize the fact that, indeed, the Lieutenant had said they had all afternoon. That was about three hours. Mustang's dick was crying out with joy, three whole hours for it to have full attention it had lost over the course of the few weeks. The little runt was tempting beyond belief. That golden hair, the piercing cat eyes, his muscles, his athletics (holy shit, how could he bend and lick his own penis like some cat! Too sexy for his own good) and the fact they could experiment with temperature change without having to get up and get ice, provided the automail didn't heat up in the passion. Could Roy Mustang get anymore lucky?

Roy couldn't answer; he was surprised he hadn't drowned on his own saliva yet, because he was certain he could feel himself drooling, at least a fraction. He hadn't let go of his underwear or trousers either.

Edward loved how much power he had over the Colonel when he really tried. "It's not like you to turn down a free invitation, especially right here in the office." Ed had his feet both flat on Roy's head, spreading his knees apart to make sure Colonel Mustang got a good eyeful of what you could be having should he give up. "If you're not gonna sort me out, I'll have to do it myself." With a grin that'd make Hades jealous, shame the Incubus and honour the vampires, his hand made its way to what only Roy should be touching. Of course, to further frustrate the man, Ed let out an exaggerated moan of pleasure.

Now Mustang was growling, like the dog he was. Edward was his possession, his alone. Nobody touches, not even Ed himself, touches his possessions without his A-OK. Edward Elric did not ask for Roy Mustang's A-OK. He was not going to allow Ed get away with it, either. As the young son of the devil, that may or may not be Hoenheim, brought his hand lower, pushing upwards with Roy getting the front seat, the growl turned into a snarl, like the wolf protecting his territory. Nothing defiled the laws of the wolf.

Throwing his head upwards, trousers and boxers discarded and left to fall on the floor, which they did so with a resounding clank, his State Alchemist Watch hitting the floor creating the background and ignored noise, and Edward's legs falling to the side suddenly, but landing on Roy's shoulders soon after, his fingers still trapped inside his sensitive hole, Mustang took it upon himself to grab Edward's hand and guide the Elric where to move inside, where to hit, when to bend inwards, taking full control. Fullmetal bent back, falling backwards and lying on his back on the desk, the papers that had been done pushed aside by his head and fell on the floor. Neither noticed or cared as the heat of passion took over all logic.

Roy leaned forward to the young Fullmetal's ear, letting out a growl, "No, you don't. You know not to touch what's mine, Fullmetal."

Edward whimpered, almost a sob but not reaching it, just so full on wanton desire. "Please…"

Roy smirked, "Please, what?"

Edward squirmed, then yelped when his own fingers brushed against that soft spot, the room temporarily flashed white and it took him several seconds to recover before he could work his mouth again. Licking his lips, he replied, "Damn, bastard, get your prick inside already! I've waited we-ek-s!"

Smirking, having completely forgotten the point of holding out, that collar, that whip, the foreplay he had all planned, Roy removed Ed's fingers and replaced them with something bigger.

"Ah! Shit, Mustang!" Edward was always loud, no matter what you tried. Taking off his trademark gloves, Roy stuffed them in Ed's mouth.

"I'd rather not have complaints to deal with today, Elric, besides, it's been a while." Edward glared up at him, biting on the gloves as it tried in vain to keep back the cries of both pain and pure pleasure. Really, it was common in the office and they had grown used to it, though it didn't mean they really enjoyed or wanted to tolerate such noise in the office.

They didn't last long, having been horny as hell and had no sex for several weeks, relentlessly teasing each other and they were going for hard core, not soft at all. They came together, despite how strange it seemed, and both were covered in sweat, musk and ink (Edward had been leaning on some papers; the ink had smudged and become encrusted in his skin, like it does when wet). It wasn't until Roy could breathe again and shake his head to move his dripping hair away from his eyes that he realised what he had compromised.

That's when he glared at Ed, still inside of him though his prick had gone soft now. "You planned this, didn't you?"

The young Elric shook his head, mostly trying to recover after the most explosive cum he'd felt in a long time, then looked right back at Roy. "I've no idea what you're talking about."

Roy huffed, pulling out of the Fullmetal Alchemist leaving a slight trail as he grimaced. "It's all over my desk."

Ed sat up when he could, though it took some work and looked down. "Oh yeah, so it is." Then he looked at Roy. "Well? Help me up, bastard, and I'll help clean up." He held out his arms, not wanting to risk standing on his own in case they collapsed on themselves. With Roy's help, he calmed his shaking knees and lifted his boxers and leather trousers back up, grimacing as he did so. "I hate feeling that, uch I might get a shower right after."

After Ed left to get tissues and what not for the desk, Roy contemplated his next approach. He'd tried both tactics he thought would work. Plan C was a last resort; he didn't even know what it was yet. But, more than likely, it was simply asking, begging, which Roy hated to do. Did he want this… that much? The answer clearly was, yes, he really did and with nobody else but Edward. Sighing, Roy began to think how to initiate this plan into action.

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Plan C: Begging.

Roy Mustang hated this plan the most, the last resort. But Alphonse was convinced.

"Edward always did say he loved seeing you… um… beg. I can understand why you wouldn't be happy, sir, but I think that's the last thing brother would be convinced by."

So that's how Roy found himself putting his gloves to use of lighting many candles in an attempt to woo Edward. Usually, Ed protested on this, but the glow in his eyes when he saw how much effort Roy put into really caring about the young Elric told the truth that he did, in fact, enjoy getting the attention. He always pointed out "but it's so girly! I'm not a girl, bastard, so you don't have to go throwing all this romance shit about!" but it was clear to Roy that Edward didn't mind it in the slightest. Perhaps it was embarrassment that made him lash out like that, he did always seem a light pink when he blurted all that out, but nevertheless, it was going to be the same reaction this time.

Roy had to ask Alphonse for help this time, as Edward always got off work sooner than Roy did. Alphonse agreed, though only if he could look after a stray Al had found somewhere in Central, Gate knows where in Central (though he hoped it wasn't from the sewers, it wouldn't do to have a cat from the sewers staying in his house.) Al always knew how to distract his brother, book shopping, that gave Roy almost all the time in the world, provided they found a big enough book shop.

Roy had decided to try to cook himself, having lived alone for a long time, he had learnt to cook, alchemy and cooking weren't that far apart. He'd decided upon his family recipe, Xingese, being part Xing himself (1). It was going smoothly, now if he could get Fullmetal to drink just a bit of wine… not much, just a bit. It really wouldn't do for the Fullmetal Alchemist to get drunk, that had been quite the experience Mustang didn't quite yet want to repeat. The perfect romantic dinner. So those books really had paid off, after all, it didn't look half bad. He hoped the other books would come in handy… later.

The knock at his door meant that the older Elric was home, he never really brought Al over, though he did a few times, since Al already knew, it wouldn't be him… he hoped. Answering the door, wearing Edward's favourite shirt, he might add, just a simple blue that suited him, so Ed said and the arm buttons open so his arms were showing, the kitchen cloth over his shoulder was a clear give away of what he had been doing.

"Roy?" Ed was instantly suspicious, he was wearing his, his, favourite shirt of the Colonel's with the buttons open no less, it always drove Ed on seeing those muscles at work, and looking inside, he could see the lights were dim. What was the bastard up to this time?

"Hey, Ed." Roy smiled, trying to seem as normal as he could. Really, he was shaking and sweating and praying to Gate, God, whoever was willing to listen to make the night go as planned. "I was just finishing dinner, you're right on time."

Alarm bells went off. Ed wasn't called a prodigy for no reason; he knew Roy had set Al up to preoccupy him. There was something the Colonel wanted, but he didn't feel like pointing it right out and accusing him of being a creep right now. He always did like Roy's food, why waste this opportunity for free food?

"Lucky me and my timing, eh? Hey, help me out with these." Roy wondered how Ed, even with the help of Alphonse, managed to carry all these books back to his own house without falling over or dropping one. The stack of books Edward had brought were… taller than Fullmetal himself. Roy managed to not comment on that, although he loved that, it would ruin the moment he was trying to bring. Instead, be picked about five books he could manage, each had an average of six hundred pages making them quite heavy in ways, especially the hardbacks.

"Let's leave them in the living room for now, you head in the dining room after and I'll get it out." Roy told the younger man as he was putting the books down and headed back to the kitchen. Ed put down the remaining books before grabbing one, turning a slight pink as he realised it was one about how to explore the world of sex, he had seen a section on homosexuality on it he thought would be good to read up on. Since Roy had brought up the thought of props, he did honestly give it thought. Mustang was desperate to try, and if he was being honest with himself, he himself was too, he was just scared… of what? Being a disappointment? That made more sense than anything else; he'd handled an automail surgery, so it certainly wasn't fear of pain. Nevertheless, he was going to fight this, he'd try for Roy. I mean he lo… lo… liked Roy a lot. Yeah.

Heading into the dining room, Ed's eyes widened as he noticed the room was lighted by candles, not the dim lamps he had thought earlier. Wow, Mustang really had worked hard on the evening this time. It was probably about those props again. Ed sighed, it really wouldn't hurt to give it a try… but he hoped that Roy was willing to start out gentler rather than being thrown in head first into all the rough stuff. Now, he didn't appreciate being treated like a girl and he'd love nothing more than to go all wild, he just wasn't sure he was ready yet. Not yet, anyway, but very soon, he could promise Roy could go all ballistic later.

Sitting down, Ed spotted Roy making an appearance, two plates full of food. Too eager to care whether Roy saw the book, the title actually, or not, Edward put the book aside on the table and made a grab for the plate.

Roy chuckled. "You always were a sucker for food."

The Elric glared, but soon forgot as he dived into his dinner. His manners had improved slightly, but it still rivalled that of a bear. Still, even whilst dining, Edward Elric was glorious, magnificent and quite the strange creature. Roy had never met anyone with golden hair and eyes quite like his.

"What're you looking at, pervert?" Ed's accusing tone brought Mustang back from his fairyland world, it was then that he realised he had been staring at the Elric the whole time.

Roy brought that trademark smirk to his face. "Why, just at my loyal lovely darling." He just loved to tease and, at the same time, flatter Ed like this, it made him splutter and wipe his face on the napkin, as if on cue he did just that, and;

"Stop treating me like some princess, bastard, I'm not like your whores."

Mustang blinked, then faked a wound that wasn't there. "I'm hurt, are you calling me a whore?"

"You know you're a whore."

Roy smirked again. "I'm your whore."

Ed shifted uncomfortably. "Are you trying to woo me or seduce me here?"

"Both."

Edward glared, shifting his leg as he was growing an uncomfortable hard on that he didn't need right now. He had only just finished dinner, which was a treat as always. "What do you call this, Mustang?"

"I call it a date."

"You know what I mean."

Roy thought for a moment, he supposed he could ask now. "Just some thought." He brought the box that contained the collar and whip, both safely in the box and not in view, but it still brought a shiver to Ed's spine nonetheless. He knew all along it was about that, but he wanted to make sure. Looking back at his book he brought to the table, he picked it up. Mustang's eyes widened as he noticed the title of the book.

"Well, I did give it some thought, honestly." Ed handed the book to Roy, who looked at the back, the blurb most likely. "I'd like… you know, like to try… but, I had to read first. I don't really know what to expect… so…"

Mustang looked back up at Edward, touched that he'd actually given it so much thought and that he was really serious about thinking of taking a step further. "Thank you, Ed. Really, it means a lot to me that you would go through all this trouble for me."

Fullmetal spluttered before he crossed his arms in defiance. "I did not do it just for you, arrogant prick, I did it for me too, you know!"

Roy leaned forward to press his lips to Edward's, sealing an unspoken promise. "I know, but still, it's nice that you think for yourself and someone else at the same time. Killing two birds with one stone." Ed blinked several times, dazed having not expected Roy to kiss him at all. Ohfuckohfuckohfuck, he was even wearing my favourite aftershave! If it was possible for him to see the rumoured computerized zeros and ones, he would be as his mind went into complete overdrive. Roy smirked at the look on Edward's face, it grew as he saw Ed's problem.

Shaking his head slightly, Ed caught Roy looking at his trousers, rather, what was trying to escape the trousers. With a growl, he grabbed Roy's hand and proceeded to drag him upstairs to their room. Roy was still grinning, but he managed to bring the box with him before Edward pulled him out of reach. He knew the blond wouldn't protest now, not when he was hard enough already and they weren't even getting started yet.

It took mere minutes to get their clothes off, mostly because they were getting desperate and getting desperate meant that the zips and buttons had a hard time agreeing with the rushing alchemists, and Roy brought out the collar to put around Ed's neck. That's when Ed hesitated just a bit.

Then he bit Roy's arm, quite randomly so, but it was such a turn on how he did it. His devilish smirk made an appearance. "I've been a bad dog, so, what're you gonna do about it?"

Grinning, Roy opened the collar and fastened it to Edward's neck, making sure the name tag 'my bitch' was on full display. "I'm sure I can think of something, I'll be sure to put you in your place." Leaning forward, wrapping the whip around Ed's waist, he leaned forward at the same time he pulled Ed closer to him with the whip. "You should know, I don't let anyone, anyone, try to best me."

Edward shivered in pleasure, before biting Roy's ear, making him hiss. "You're going to have to do better than that, Colonel Bastard."

Roy sealed that promise with a kiss, a rough one at that. Mustang would do a vampire proud, should he ever have been an apprentice of one. Edward had asked him not to use the whip just yet for its true purpose. That was fine with Roy; so long he got to pull Ed about with it and rub it against his stomach and curl it around his prick;

"Ach, Royyyyy! Stop fucking teasing!"

Then he was satisfied with what he had. Besides, Ed was as verbal as they came, and of course Roy's mind saw the double meaning in that sentence. He rubbed the whip around Ed's prick again. Ed grunted, bucking up with a cry. They were both covered in sweat, the covers lying forgotten to the side and one of Roy's hands had found itself on Edward's behind, pushing a couple of fingers inside him to fully prepare him. Edward was writhing on the covers, begging Roy to just fuck him already. He was ready, more than ready, fully stretched and just wanting it already!

"Roy! Shit… Royyy, hurry up!" As impatient as ever, Ed tried grabbing at Mustang's arms, it was all he could reach.

Roy grinned. "Beg a bit more," then he licked his lips, damn he was almost drooling at the sight of the thoroughly heated and sweaty Elric. "Come on, bitch, beg for it."

"Why you bastard- ngh, ah!" He had to endure several more minutes of this, Roy fingering his prostate, the whip spreading the pre-cum on his cock all around, so close yet so far! It was maddening to be so close to what he wants, yet still too far. "Mustang! Damnit, bring your cock here right now before I explode or something!"

"What's the magic word?"

Ed growled, and then gasped again. "Royyy, please!"

Satisfied with that beg, Roy pulls his fingers back, flipping Ed onto his belly and hovered over him, like a dog did over his possessions. He threw the whip aside, needing it no longer, instead hooking a finger around Ed's collar to pull him up to save leaning down. "I suppose that's good enough, you going to be a good dog whilst I fuck you nice and thorough?"

Ed whimpered, but nodded his consent. He was too hard to even think properly right now. With a grin, Roy pushed forward, non-gently as well. Edward cried out, though he was far from in pain.

"Ah, Gate yes… fuck… God, yes!"

Roy grinned, though he shook from the amount of pressure wanting to make him pull a different face. "Close enough." He let go of Ed's collar, watching as Ed's head fall back onto the pillow with almost a bang. Edward growled slightly, but he was still pretty incapacitated almost by his body reacting to the wanted intrusion, the drop made it even worse. They remained still for a few moments, before Roy started to thrust. Ed's reaction was immediate; he raised his arse higher, burrowing his face in the soft pillow as if it would help deal with the pressure and pleasure this gave him. It was unlikely anything he'd felt before, he felt so out of control it was nothing short of exhilarating.

Roy had the similar problems, he found it hard to stay in control and not just go mad like an animal. Edward Elric was just too sexy for his own good, the fact that he was yelling every profanity under the rising sun didn't help him hold back in the slightest. He would have to remind Edward to read that book more thoroughly, because if sex like this felt this good, imagine how the positions and ideas in the book would feel!

Neither lasted too much longer, another couple of minutes later and both came, gasping for breath as they did and calling out each other's' names. Roy had cum so hard that he lost his balance, slipping on top of Ed, still inside him and Edward grunted in protest but didn't bother pushing him off. It felt good to be close, a bit uncomfortable since they were both sweating like animals and Roy's cum was leaking from his behind, my God; he did cum hard, didn't he? Both were comfortable remaining in their shared cloud of bliss, but after a few more moments, Edward shifted uncomfortably.

"Roy, get off, you're heavy." Roy got off quickly, not wanting to hurt the pipsqueak, though he never said that out aloud, and he really didn't want to right now, he was still stuck on cloud nine.

Then Roy started to cuddle up to the little Elric, smiling properly for the first time in a while. "Love you, you know, Edward Elric."

Ed wanted to lash out to that, tell him to stop embarrassing him or treating him like a girl, but instead, upon cloud nine, he smiled along with Roy, cuddling back, muttering, "Love you too, my bastard."

Of mini skirts and sexy smirks

It would be a slow and painful death, and then he would bring the bastard back, damn the cost, and do it all over again. The bastard he was referring to? Why it was none other than Roy Mustang, or, as the asshole made everyone call him now, Fuehrer Mustang. Even the ones who had thought they were friends with him were being forced to call him Fuehrer Mustang. The smug bastard had let his new position go to his head, all you'd have to do is look at the women's uniform and you could tell that. Their uniforms consisted of a fairly tight blouse – because there was no way you could call it a shirt – a jacket, and a miniskirt, a miniskirt of all things. That had been one of the first changes Mustang made when he had become Fuehrer, and all the men – minus himself – loved him for it.

He didn't love Mustang for it because he was stuck in one of the women's uniforms. The reason why? Apparently they didn't make male uniforms in his size, and the cheap, smug, infuriating bastard refused to have one made for him. And he, of course, couldn't afford to have one made because Winry always showed up when he got paid and only left him with enough money to be able to feed himself and afford a place in the city away from the base. It was especially annoying on days like today, when, not only was it cold, but the wind was blowing extremely hard. His legs had goose bumps and he had to stop probably every ten steps to try and shove his skirt back down. The fact that he had a stack of papers in his arms that were almost as tall as he was didn't make it any easier to do either.

He truly hated that self-righteous bastard they called their Fuehrer. When he had found out that he'd be stuck in a female uniform, he had immediately laughed and assumed that Mustang was joking with him. It wasn't until the asshole showed him the uniform that his jaw dropped and he gaped like a fish. The fucker had the nerve to smirk his sexy – even though it was annoying, it was sexy, and he couldn't deny it, though he'd be damned if he'd tell Mustang that – smirk at him and offer to help him change into it. He'd told Mustang there was no way in hell he'd wear it and he'd stick with his normal clothes – He was attached to his coat after all – but the man had just shoved a piece of paper into his face.

The paper was an official notice from the military that all offices and state alchemists were required to wear their issued uniforms or be court-martialed. Ed's eyes had seemed to grow wider and wider with every sentence he read. He had crumpled up the paper in his hand before looking at Mustang, a glare that would probably cause any lesser man to jump out of a window on his face. Unfortunately, Mustang had become all but immune to his glares after their years of working together. So he had, reluctantly, snatched the damned uniform from the man, before stomping out of his office and towards the bathroom. He had gotten the blouse and jacket of it on just fine and then put the skirt on, unfortunately, he couldn't wear his underwear because you could see them with the skirt – and he didn't want to explain his pink silk underwear with little teddy bears on them, a gift from Winry, that he had only put on because he hadn't done laundry, to anyone – so he had to take them off.

That was when he had run into a slight problem, he couldn't be walking around in a miniskirt that barely covered his manly parts and not have anything covering them. He had glared at the uniform in the mirror before grabbing his underwear and transmuting them into something that would work with the evil little miniskirt. Unfortunately, he had only seen a pair of women's underwear a few times, only one of which didn't involve his mothers hanging on the clothes line. The only one he could remember that was recent was when he had accidentally walked in on Winry changing. So, he transfigured them into ones that had resembled the ones she was been wearing, though they were still silk, pink and had teddy bears on them, which were a pair of lace panties.

That had been two week ago, and they were still catcalling and picking at him. It didn't matter that he had almost killed the last person who asked his friend, "Is the little lady on her period or something?" It didn't matter that he had almost killed a guy who had the balls to grabs his butt and rub it. That man had been charged with sexual assault and not only dishonorably discharged from the military, but also put into prison for fifteen years. It was weird though, because he hadn't been the one to file the charges against the man, and he wasn't needed to testify.

If he was honest with himself though, it was bad, but it wasn't that bad. Granted, when the wind blew like today, it was really annoying and made him feel like curling up in bed under five blankets. But he had gotten used to wearing the uniform, though the heeled boots were still a bitch, especially when he had to fight. And really, in the middle of summer, he was sure the uniform was the best thing to have. The men had those pants which were made of material that definitely did not breathe, and their jacket was made of the same stuff. It was a wonder no one had died from heatstroke while wearing those uniforms. The only reason he was still ticked off about having to dress in drag, was that not only did it ruin his reputation and cause a lot of rumors – he didn't care what anybody said, he was not getting his dick cut off and having boobs put on his chest! – but because Mustang was still being a smug asshole about it.

Mustang was also freaking him out. Anytime he had his hands full, the man seemed to show up out of nowhere to open a door for him. And he swore that Mustang was staring at him whenever he could. But every time he turned around to catch the infuriating man in the act and yell at him, the bastard was looking at the papers on his desk and signing them. It also made him angry, that the asshole was looking at him and probably laughing his ass off on the inside. There was also the occasional light touch between them, mostly it was on accident – at least he hoped so – but sometimes it wasn't. He was almost worried – not that he'd admit that to anyone – that maybe Mustang had received brain damage during his fight with Bradley, but then he'd do something that was just so Mustang like, that it'd just fly right out of his head to be replaced with anger.

That's why when he woke up this morning; he had decided to confront the man about what was going on. Unfortunately, he ran into Hawkeye on the way to his office and had been nicely asked – at gunpoint – to take a giant stack of paper work to someone. After he did as she asked, the person had handed him back even more paperwork that he was now carrying back to Mustang's office, so the man could read them over. Luckily, Mustang's office wasn't too far from where he was. The only problem was walking across the damn courtyard to get to Mustang's office. Well, that wasn't the only problem he had, the other was keeping the wind from blowing the papers away while still keeping his skirt down – he had yet again not done his laundry, so he was wearing the panties he had transfigured – he had managed to keep anyone from seeing them so far, which he was happy about. He knew that if anyone were to see them, he'd either have to kill the person or die of humiliation.

Thankfully, he managed to get to the door on the other side of the courtyard without any mishaps or embarrassing moments. Unfortunately, he couldn't open the door without risking the papers falling and scattering all over the place which, in this wind, would make picking them up very difficult. Just as he thought about possibly kicking off one of his boots and using his foot to open the door, it opened. He turned so he could look at who opened it and thank them for doing so, but stopped when he noticed it was, yet again, Mustang. He swore the man had to be spying on him or flat out stalking him, because there was no way it was a coincidence.

"Looks like you've become my secretary, Fullmetal."

He glared as Mustang did his usual smirk, the one that either made you swoon or pissed you off to the point of murder.

"I bet you'd like that wouldn't you, you asshole!" he replied back to the man, trying to calm himself down.

"Now, now, Fullmetal, you shouldn't talk to your superiors like that." The smirk looked even bigger now and Ed was screaming inside his head at the man as his glare intensified.

"Just shut up and move out of the way you bastard!"

Mustang moved and bowed slightly, holding an arm out. "Well ladies first."

Ed had just taken a step when Mustang said that and almost tripped from the shock. Of course, he had been doing stuff like that – calling him a lady, woman, babe – since he had been put in the uniform, but he always did it when it was least expected, and always served to catch him by surprise. Gritting his teeth hard enough to hurt, he walked through the door, making sure to stomp on Mustang's foot really hard along the way. Unfortunately, the man showed no reaction, and followed after him.

"Fullmetal, just because you are on your period that does not give you the right to stomp on your superior's foot."

He almost tripped again and turned his head to glare at the man beside him, who was wearing his sexy smirk.

"The only thing you're superior in is rank, Fuehrer."

Mustang's smirk seemed to widen and become even sexier, if that were possible. "Now Fullmetal, don't make me have to write you up for insulting your commanding officer."

Ed released a small growl and increased his pace, wanting to get to the bastards office and be rid of this paperwork. Then he'd have to go cool off before he confronted Mustang about what the hell had been going on with his brain.

They had made it to his office without too many further incidents, though Mustang and he had to squeeze by someone, which put them right next to each other, and Mustang's hand had accidentally – he hoped – brushed against his ass. He hadn't snapped at Mustang, though it was extremely hard not to, and Mustang had only made three comments about his uniform and feminine looking body, his hair not helping. He was more than happy when they got to his office and he could set the papers down. Unfortunately, before he could make it to the desk, he ended up hitting one of the chairs in front of it and tripping, the papers flying everywhere as he braced for impact. The impact never came though, and when he opened his eyes, he was being held closely by Mustang, the man's arms holding him protectively, almost, lovingly. He blinked and then his face turned murderous as he realized Mustang had a hand on his ass and was groping him.

A few "taps" on the head to the pervert and Ed felt better as he started picking up the papers. Mustang had moved around to his desk chair and was busy staring at him, though every time he stood up and turned around, glaring at him, to ask what he was looking at, Mustang just said it was nothing. It was so infuriating he was about ready to just leave and never come back. Only problem with that was, he was smart, one of the brightest and best State Alchemists they had. They would bring him back and force him to keep working, chain him to some room in a building underground to make him research, or kill him. He had just picked up another piece of paper when he jumped as a hand slid down his butt, cupping it slightly. He spun around, lashing out with his fist, only for it to be caught in Mustang's hand.

"What is your fucking problem?" hHe snarled at the man.

"I have no problem. You were flashing me your panties every time you bent over and I couldn't resist. And really, Fullmetal, pink with teddy bears?"

Ed's face flushed in both anger and embarrassment. "Fuck you, you perverted bastard!"

Ed spun around, pulling from Mustang's grip and marching towards the door.

"Pick up your own fucking paper work!"

He had just opened the door when a hand slammed it shut, someone towering over him – which wasn't hard to do – from behind.

"You know, I was going to let you make the first move, but apparently you're to slow to pick up on that."

He spun around, mouth open, to yell at the man, when a mouth closed over his and a tongue was shoved into his mouth.

His brain shutdown, he couldn't think, he was barely aware of a hand on the small of his back pulling him closer. It was over almost as soon as it began, his mouth hanging open.

"Close your mouth before I kiss you again, Fullmetal."

His mouth snapped closed with a click and his eyes narrowed. "What the hell was that?"

The smirk appeared on his face again, this time ticking Ed off more than making him think it was sexy. "It was called a kiss, Fullmetal; it's what people do when they wish to convey their feelings to someone else."

Ed released a small growl of frustration and glared up at the asshole. "I know what a fucking kiss is you dumb ass!"

He gave him the most vicious glare he could, turning it up some when all Mustang did was smirk at him.

"If you know what a kiss is, why did you ask that question, Fullmetal?"

He went to pull back his fist to try and hit the smug bastard but only succeeded in pulling the man closer. Looking down, he realized that at some point during their short kiss, he had grabbed Mustang's uniform. It was at that point he noticed just how close they were. He shoved Mustang, putting some distance between them. His back hit the door and he laid his palms against the wood before curling his hands into fists as he looked down at the floor.

"Don't," he said, his voice shaky, "Don't fuck with me!"

He heard the leather boots on the hardwood flooring as Mustang stepped towards him. His body stiffened, ready to fight the man if he had to. A hand come up, no glove attached, and cupped his cheek before forcing him to look up at the man. He was surprised at the softness of the hand, and even more surprised at the look in Mustang's eyes.

"I'm not 'fucking' with you, Fullmetal. You are the most attractive non-female I've ever had the pleasure of gazing upon."

He blushed slightly, from embarrassment and anger as his brain worked to try and figure out exactly what the man had just said, but couldn't decide if it was a complement or an insult.

"Did you just compliment me or insult me?"

Mustang's smirk was back, directed solely on Ed, making him feel a little uncomfortable. "It was a compliment, Fullmetal. Would you like me to make it clearer for your little brain?"

Ed glared and jumped onto the man, knocking them both to the ground.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL YOU HAVE TO WATCH WHERE YOU'RE STEPPING SO YOU DON'T SQUISH HIM?"

The smirk was still on Mustang's face and he was about ready to punch it off of him.

"I didn't say that, Fullmetal. So don't go putting words in my mouth."

He glared at the man under him, wanting nothing more than to beat him to death. His brain caught up with that thought and sent him a mental image that had him holding back a groan. A hand placed itself on his leg and slid up and around, stopping at his ass and giving it a gentle squeeze. He slapped the hand away and glared down at the man.

"Is this your idea of a sick joke? Or maybe you're trying to win a bet? Either way, it's not fucking funny!"

The room spun as he was flipped over and pinned to the floor. He looked up at the man, ready to glare at him, but froze when he noticed the serious look the man was sporting, one he normally only saved for fights against his enemies.

"I assure you, Fullmetal,; I'm not doing this as a joke, or because of a bet. I'm doing this because you are one of the most attractive people I've ever met, both in looks and personality."

Ed couldn't help the snort of amusement that left him. "If you're attracted to my personality, there must be something wrong with your head."

Mustang glared at him, something he had never been on the receiving end of, it was pretty scary – not the he'd tell anyone that – when combined with the serious look on his face. "This is no joking matter, Edward!"

Ed blinked, slightly shocked that the man would yell at him, along with something else. "Di-did you just call me Edward?"

Mustang's smirk returned, though there was still a serious look in the man's face. "That is your name isn't it? Or would you rather have me call you Ed?"

Ed's mouth opened and closed a few times, trying to process everything that had happened within the past couple of minutes.

"You…You're serious? It's not a joke?"

Mustang's smirk vanished and a slight smile appeared in its place. "No joke, Edward. I might be cruel, but I'm not that cruel."

Ed took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "But…Why?"

Mustang released a chuckle and shook his head slightly. "I told you already, but if I need to repeat myself," he cleared his throat and looked directly into Ed's eyes, "You're gorgeous, more than any woman I've come across. I like your fiery personality, short temper, and amazing mind, among other things."

A blush ran across Ed's nose as he smiled.

"In other words, you're saying you love me?"

Mustang seemed to choke on air and Ed did his best not to laugh. "I-I said nothing of the sort!"

The stuttering did it, and Ed started laughing. When he finally calmed down, he noticed that Mustang was scowling and he started laughing all over again.

"And what about this is so funny?"

Ed sniffed as he caught his breath and grinned. "Just that you love me and are too embarrassed to admit it."

Mustang seemed to glare at him and he burst into laughter again. His laughter was muffled when a mouth closed over his again. A tongue slipped into his mouth and his own responded without him even telling it to. They separated for air and Mustang had that smirk on his face, while his face was flushed and felt like his blood was on fire. He felt something – rather huge – poking against his thigh and he looked down.

"Finally notice our position, Edward?" His question had Ed blushing hard enough to turn his ears and neck red.

"This isn't a one time thing is it?"

Mustang appeared to of anticipated the question, because he was lightly kissed before Mustang's barely there smile appeared on his face.

"I wasn't planning on it being a one time thing." A smile slowly spread across his face as he looked up at Mustang. "There'll be people thinking you're too old and I'm too young, not to mention the whole homosexual relationship in the military thing." Mustang smirked and Ed raised an eyebrow. "Thankfully, those who would think that are not in a position where they can do anything about it."

Ed blinked, mildly shocked and wondering just how much planning and thought Mustang had put into this. He shook his head and released a sigh, running a hand through his hair. "I have to be certifiably insane."

Mustang raised an eyebrow at his words. "And why is that Edward?"

Ed smiled and looked up past Mustang towards the ceiling. "For some unconceivable reason I…like you too."

Mustang seemed to take his words as him saying he was fine with everything, because after the words left his mouth, he was being kissed again, tongues circling around each other.

When they parted, instead of more talking, Mustang – Roy if the man would allow him to call him by his first name – started kissing his neck, sucking on it slightly. It wasn't an experience he had never had before; he was a twenty year old male after all. And he'd been with a few people – both men and women – but none of them had a mouth quite like Roy did. He didn't know if it was Roy's age or experience, though he was thinking both, since he was older and – according to rumors – far more experienced than anyone he had been with. The way Roy's mouth moved across his neck and down his shoulder, he definitely thought that the rumors were true. He didn't even realize he had closed his eyes, but they snapped open when a hand crept under his skirt.

The hand paused and Roy pulled back until Ed was staring at him. "You are ready for this, aren't you, Edward?"

He nodded slowly, then paused and looked towards the door. Roy must have figured out why he was looking at the door, because in the next instant, his sexy smirk had come back.

"No need to worry about someone walking in, Edward., I made sure the door was locked after I kissed you."

Ed blinked, slightly surprised that Roy had been able to do that so quickly. They had only kissed for probably fifteen seconds before it had ended. The man moved quickly and smoothly, which wasn't surprising at all given what was probably years of practice. Unless the man was born that way, though he didn't think that was possible.

A hand cupping him through his panties – which were tight and uncomfortable already – had his mind shifting back to what was currently going on. Roy raised an eyebrow and he realized what it was Roy was asking. He gave a slight nod and moved his hips up into the hand slightly so Roy would know he wasn't going to be backing out. The smirk showed back up and the next thing he knew, the hand had slipped under his panties and grabbed him. He hissed through his teeth, as the hand was slightly cold against his hot skin. It teased him, tightening its grip on him before letting go and barely touching him. Apparently Roy teased people no matter what it was he was doing.

The hand completely let go of him, and the next thing he knew, an arm had wrapped around his waist, and he was being picked up off the floor, his panties pulled off and flung in a random direction. His erection would have made a tent with his miniskirt, if he had been standing and the miniskirt hadn't flipped up when he was raised off the floor. As it was, his lower extremities were there for Roy to see, and the way he was looking at it before he brought his hand up and ran a finger along the underside of it had him blushing and letting out a small moan. The smirk almost seemed like a permanent part of Roy's face, and it only served to turn him on even more. Maybe that was the reason he smirked all the time? His mind lost all thought as his leg was lifted high into the air and a mouth started kissing at his thigh, running up his leg, behind a hand – which was pulling down the stockings he was wearing, since he wasn't going to half ass doing the uniform right – to his calf and then his boots. A pair of teeth grabbed the zipper and pulled it down before a hand grabbed it and pulled it off, throwing it in the same direction as his panties.

The mouth and hand made the same trek on his other leg, but after the boot was off, another kiss was pressed to his calf and then back down his leg to his thigh, where a small bite was given.

"Watch those teeth!"

The smirk was the answering reply he was given before hands grabbed him by his hips and tugged him a little closer to Roy, who was now on his knees. "I promise it won't hurt…Much."

Roy got a glare for that, though it softened when he was grabbed again. There was no teasing this time, just quick, short tugs and a semi-hard grip. He shivered, feeling like he was about at his limit when the hand removed itself. Glaring at the man who had apparently made the smirk a permanent facial feature, he was about to shout at him when Roy leaned down and kissed him.

When he pulled back, he noticed that the man had somehow unbuttoned his skirt and had gotten it off.

"Don't want this to end too soon do you, Edward?"

If he was a normal twenty year old and not one who had been through so many battles and seen so much in his short life, he probably would have pouted. Instead, he gave a wicked grin before he wrapped his legs around Roy's waist and arched, using his weight to shove Roy onto his back. He did his own smirk down at the man from where he was straddling him.

"I wouldn't worry about me, I'm young and can go multiple rounds. I'd be more worried about you, old man."

He let out an undignified yelp as a hand smacked him on his rear. When he glared down at the man, the smirk was still there, and now it was infuriating him.

He leaned down and crushed his mouth to Roy's, enjoying the slightly surprised face the man had made before kissing him back and placing his hands on his ass. They broke for air and he smirked, lightly placing a kiss on Roy's mouth before unbuttoning his jacket. He ran his hands over the man's chest, feeling his muscles under the shirt and skin. Roy Mustang was most definitely in great shape. Maybe he had gone a little far with that old man comment. He grabbed the jacket and shifted down some, tugging Roy up into a sitting position. The hands stayed on his ass, rubbing and kneading his cheeks. He had to slap them away in order to get the jacket off, which was quickly followed by the shirt before the man had a chance to grab his ass again. Resting his hand on Roy's chest, he slowly pushed the man back down, taking in all the scars on his chest.

There was one near where his heart would be, and Ed's eyes were drawn to it. He reached out with his hand, running a finger along the scar from top to bottom.

"We've all got scars, Edward; some of them are just easier to see."

That was true, though his most obvious scars were now gone, one side affect of the gate that he was thankful for. Roy's most obvious one was gone too, thanks in part to something he had picked up on the other side of the gate involving surgery. In fact, he had helped quite a few doctors when he had come back. The other side having more knowledge of vaccines and surgeries than they had. It had actually been pretty easy getting back too, once he and Al had figured out that their blood is what activated their transfiguration circles.

"You're thinking about it again."

Ed jumped slightly when Roy's voice filtered into his head. "Sorry…"

Hands gently pulled him down and placed a kiss on his lips.

"You're back now, Ed, don't dwell on the past or it will haunt you."

The man was speaking the truth, if he dwelled on everything he had done in the past, the guilt would probably eat away at him. He smiled at Roy before leaning down and kissing the scar, noticing that Roy seemed to shiver some when he did so. Smirking, he stuck his tongue out and licked it, pausing when he heard a groan come from the man under him. He decided that, even though it was a fun sound to cause the man to produce, they needed to hurry up before someone came across the locked door and called for Hawkeye.

Sliding further down, he planted kisses and licked at all the scars on his way, enjoying the deep, soft sounds coming from Roy. When he reached Roy's pants, a pair of hands suddenly grabbed him, pulling him back up. He blinked and shot a confused look at the man, scowling when all he got was a smirk in reply. The next thing he knew, their positions had been flipped and then there was no weight pressed down on him, instead, he was being picked up. He was slightly confused about what was going on, but then he was placed on a wooden desk and was hissing because of the coolness of it.

Before he could get a word out, lips were sealed over his and hands were working to undo his jacket. The jacket came off easily, the blouse, instead of being removed, was just ripped off. He thought about yelling at Roy for doing that, but had to admit, that he was sort of impatient also. Besides, they could always transfigure it back together after they were done. His hands worked at the belt of Roy's pants and quickly tugged it off, throwing it and not caring where it landed. With the belt off, he quickly unbuttoned the pants and shoved them down, along with a pair of black, silk if he was right, boxers. He used his feet to shove them down as far as he could, happy that he had pushed them down enough for Roy to step out of them. A quick glance down informed him that, yes, Roy was very blessed in that department, even more so if it wasn't fully hard although he was pretty sure it was.

"Like something you see, Ed?"

He blushed as he realized he had been caught staring and spluttered some as he tried to respond. The smirk on Roy's face had him blushing in anger, which was apparently noticed as he was soundly kissed to try and take his mind off of it. When Roy pulled back, the smirk was still on his face, though this time it was nothing but sexy.

"You can look all you want, Ed., I don't mind at all."

He figured it was good that Roy wouldn't mind, especially since he was sure to be staring at it for, what he hoped, would be years to come. He wrapped his arms around Roy's neck and pulled him in for another kiss, shivering when hands landed on his thighs and slowly moved upwards before they split in different directions, one towards his erection, and the other towards his hole.

A hand wrapped around his member, just as a finger quickly pushed into his hole, drawing a moan of pain and pleasure out of his mouth. The finger went back and forth at a rather slow – for his taste – pace, in time with the hand holding his erection. Tongues battled in one mouth, then the other, as they kissed for all they were worth. They split apart for air, both of them flushed and panting just slightly, a trail of saliva still connecting their mouths to each other. The finger was removed and then the hand went up to Roy's mouth. He grabbed it and pushed it away; enjoying the raised eyebrow he got from Roy. He brought one of his hands up to his mouth and spit into it, noticing that Roy seemed to catch on; he enjoyed seeing the man's erection twitch causing it to bounce slightly.

He grabbed it, rather liking the hiss that escaped the man, and started rubbing up and down, making sure to coat it fully. His hand was pushed away rather quickly and he was pulled to the end of the desk. He felt something at his hole, and then there was a small pain as it was pushed into him. Roy was definitely bigger than anyone else he had allowed to fuck him. Though only a little bigger than the toy he had locked in the ammo box under his bed. Well, in girth anyway, because Roy was most definitely longer than that toy.

When Roy was all the way in, he was kissed and given a second to adjust before the man pulled out and shoved back in, forcing a moan from his mouth. The pace was slow at first, just out and in, out and in. But after a while, it was to slow for his liking, so he wrapped his left leg around Roy's waist and pulled him towards him. The man took the hint, because the next thing he knew, a hand had grabbed his right leg and brought it to rest on a shoulder as the pace was increased, hard and fast enough that he had to grab the desk to keep from sliding.

"God damn it!" hHe cried out as Roy his that special little bundle of nerves inside him.

His eyes were open enough that he could make out the almost shit eating grin on Roy's face.

"My name is Roy, but you can call me God if you'd like., Yyou won't get any complaints from me."

He managed to glare at him when all he wanted to do was close his eyes and get lost in the pleasure.

"Just shut up and fuck me, Roy. Or I'll find someone who can."

Apparently Roy didn't like him saying that, because the next thing he knew, he was being all but fucked through the desk, and that seemed like a possibility with how rough Roy was being now. A loud moan escaped him and then he was being grabbed again. Quick jerks, sharp tugs, and varying grips quickly brought him to completion. His semen covered both Roy and himself, not to mention the paperwork and desk. Hawkeye was definitely not going to be happy about that; he'd have to remember to wear those new vests they had recently made to try and stop bullets. Roy had stopped and he was panting, trying to slow down his heart but needing to catch his breath.

Mustang leaned down and kissed him, making him even more breathless than he was. And then, he was being tugged up and carried, Roy still inside him. The man was walking, but he had his face buried in Roy's neck and was kissing and licking, trying to keep from moaning, since every step taken just seemed to force the large erection deeper into his hole. There was a slight shift and when he pulled back, he noticed they were now sitting behind the desk.

"Are you ready to go for a ride?"

He blinked, and then he was laughing, unable to stop himself. A small thrust had him moaning in-between his laughter. He looked back at Roy and couldn't keep the grin off his face as he wrapped his arms around the man's neck before sliding a hand into his hair.

"I'm about to ride a Mustang."

Roy seemed torn between laughing and hitting him, then, the smirk came back to his face. "Oh no, Ed. You are about to ride the Mustang."

He rolled his eyes and tried not to let the idiot ruin the mood with his smugness.

"You damn smug bastard."

Raising himself up, he dropped himself back onto the erection, sitting there for a second before doing it again. The pace at the start was slow, trying to find a rhythm and using Roy's shoulders for leverage. After he found the rhythm, he very slowly increased the pace, enjoying being the one to set it. Once it became fast enough that Roy started to thrust up into him, he stopped and sat on the man, waiting for him to stop his thrusting before slowly starting riding him again. He was trying to drive the man crazy, and with the way he'd be moaning, then growling at him when he stopped, it was obviously working.

Apparently it wasn't too smart of a thing to do though, because after the fifth time, Roy grabbed his hips and started lifting him up and pulling him down. He grabbed the back of the chair and tilted his head back moan after moan escaping past his lips. A mouth attached to his throat, nipping and sucking, sure to leave a mark. But Ed found that he couldn't bring himself to care or even mind that someone would end up seeing it and asking him tons of questions. He didn't answer to anyone. Well. No one but Roy, and that was only because he was the Fuehrer, though now there was a second reason for him to answer to the man. He didn't notice that the hands had stopped holding his hips and he was riding Roy with no help, until two hands planted themselves on his cheeks and forced them further apart, driving the erection inside him as deep as it would go.

He felt it building, his release. It felt like fire in his blood, like he was ready to boil from the inside out. It wouldn't be much longer and he'd be cumming for the second time within thirty minutes. Roy started thrusting up into him and he knew the man must have been close too. The wonderful mouth removed itself from his neck and his head was forced back to its normal position, the mouth previously attached to his neck conforming around his own. Their kiss was hard and full of passion and lust, sending shivers down Ed's back. He moved his hand to his own erection, wrapping his fingers around it and tugging. They were both so close, every move was frantic, every kiss, touch, bite, lick, and scratch coming from something within them that was purely primal and instinctive.

With a final thrust from Roy, which ended up hitting that small bundle of nerves that made his toes curl, he came, spraying them both with his cum and tightening around Roy, who came with a small grunt. They were both panting as they came down from their high, both utterly spent and tired. When they had finally caught their breath, a short, sweet kiss was shared before Roy stood, picking him up while simultaneously pulling out, before turning around and setting him in the chair. He blinked and was about to ask what was going on when another kiss was pressed to his lips.

"I'm sure you'd like nothing more than to cuddle, but we are still working, and we need to get dressed." Roy said, moving to his jacket and belt. "Here" he said, tossing his jacket onto Ed when he noticed a small shiver run through the blond's body.

His mind processed what had been said before he released a sigh, running a hand through his hair – which had somehow been pulled out of its normal braid during the course of their activities – and glanced towards their scattered clothes.

"I guess so. And I don't cuddle!"

Roy just did his typical smirk and walked towards where most of their clothes had ended up. He had just bent over to pick up those horribly embarrassing panties when he heard the catch on the lock turn and the door opened.

"Fuehrer, I have some more paperwork for you to…" Hawkeye had come through the door, her eyes fixed to the papers in her arms before she had looked up. And now she was standing there, eyes wide and mouth slightly open, taking in the scene before her.

"Now Hawkeye, I can explain-"

He was cut off when a bullet tore through the air beside him, cutting open his cheek and slicing off a few strands of hair.

"You're in here, screwing some woman instead of doing your work?"

Both men blinked before they realized what she had said.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A FUCKING WOMAN?"

She turned back to the woman behind the desk and stopped, noticing that there was something between her legs that definitely wasn't found on any women. The young man seemed to realize what she was staring at, because in the next instant, he was sitting down and had covered himself. She blinked, taking in his features, blinked again when she realized it was Edward Elric, then smiled and turned around, shutting and relocking the door behind her. Both men stayed where they were, one sitting, and one standing with a pair of panties in his hand.

"That…Was a very close call."

All Ed could do was nod in agreement.

Outside the office, as the men were getting dressed, Hawkeye was walking down the hall, a shit eating grin on her face that scared anyone who passed by her. She made it to the office where the rest of the old unit that served under Mustang were, all of them sharing it as heads of different divisions. Everyone was slightly scared when they saw Hawkeye's grin, but figured it wouldn't be anything bad for them. Havoc, the one who had no problem with Hawkeye shooting at him because she was downright sexy when mad – in his opinion – was the one who asked the question.

"What has you smiling, Riza?"

All she did was hold her hand out. They all raised an eyebrow, something they had picked up from Mustang over the years.

"It's happened, and you all owe me for picking the right day."

It took them all a minute to figure out what she was talking about, but when they did, there were various sounds of groans and curses coming from the room as they all pulled out their wallets. Damn the bet, and damn those miniskirts.

 END

Logic vs. LustFIGHT!

Okay so it hadn't been the best idea the two had ever had but at the time logic wasn't playing the biggest factor.

Roy had stopped by the flat Ed rented in Central because his brother Al was visiting and so the blond hadn't been available to spend much time with Roy. While Roy realized the reasoning behind this, his libido wasn't nearly as understanding. Their relationship was still rather new at the time so I am sure one could guess how easy it was for the innocent kiss they shared in the entryway to turn into a rather heated exchange by the time they made it into the living room.

Roy had Ed backed against the wall kissing down the shorter man's neck when the first of few rays of logic assaulted Ed's mind.

"Roy we need to quit. Al could be back here any minute."

"I thought you said he left for the market?"

"He did but that was almost an hour ago," Ed replied.

"Well there's no harm with making out a little until he returns right?" Roy asked and immediately followed the question with a kiss.

Logic - 1 Lust - 1.

When Roy tugged Ed's tank top off over his head and tossed it somewhere in the vicinity of the couch so he could have access to his lovers abs, chest and nipples, Ed didn't protest. In fact, he had his eyes closed and hands tangled in Roy's hair as the man sucked one pert nipple into his eager mouth.

Logic - 1 Lust - 2

Bodies and actions growing more heated by the second Roy peeled out of the upper half of his uniform with practiced ease. Never breaking the delicious contact his lips had on Ed's flesh as he did so.

Logic - 1 Lust - 3

Roy slid his hands down over Ed's narrow leather clad hips hooked his thumbs in the belt loops and pulled the blond away from the wall…it was preventing him from getting his hands on the round firmness of Ed's ass after all. With Ed's left buttock in his right hand and his left splayed across Ed's back, Roy planted another soul-searing kiss on his lover's mouth.

Logic - 1 Lust - 4

Desperate to get his hands on more of the man kissing him, senseless Ed's fingers traveled to Roy's belt and started undoing the buckle. Sliding the leather out of the loops Ed turned his attention to the button holding Roy's pants closed.

"Uh Ed you do realize if you do that then it's gonna be really hard to st…" Roy's words trailed off into senseless drivel as Ed slid his finger down the length of Roy's cock.

Logic - 2 Lust - 5 (first tie round of the match folks)

Ed freed Roy's erection and was on his knees sucking it into his mouth before Roy could protest further. His knees went weak and Ed leering up at him through impossibly long blond lashes wasn't helping matters.

Logic - 2 Lust - 6

At some point Ed had stopping sucking on Roy long enough for Roy to free Ed from the restraints of his own pants. Ed was sprawled on his back in the hall, golden hair fanned out around him displayed before Roy like a vision…a vision he was hell bent on consuming.

Logic - 2 Lust - 7

Crawling slowly up Ed's body Roy used his tongue to taste and tease every inch of flesh he could reach. Once he reached Ed's face the two laid there in the hallway, erect cocks pressed together kissing passionately and grinding against each other.

Logic - 2 Lust - 8

As Ed moaned Roy's name into his mouth Roy began groping around in his discarded clothing pile on the floor. He knew there was oil in the pile of blue cloth somewhere. Once he found the bottle, the sound of him popping the cap snapped Ed back to reality.

"Fuck we…we can't do this now," he said as he sat up causing Roy to move back so he was on his knees.

Logic - 3 Lust - 8

"You're right I don't know what came over us," Roy said as he sat down and ran a hand through tousled black hair.

"You'd think we hadn't seen each other in weeks," Ed said as he tried to catch his breath.

"Well seeing you isn't the problem," Roy panted, "it's doing other things that has been in short supply."

"Well it won't be like this for much longer," Ed said as he crawled over to Roy, straddled his lap and kissed him.

Logic - 3 Lust - 9

Ed naked and erect on Roy's lap silenced that voice in their brains that had told them being naked in the hallway was a bad idea just moments ago. Passion renewed, the pair resumed their frantic grinding from a moment ago.

Logic - 3 Lust - 10

Completely consumed by desire once more their lips met and the lovers forgot the world. Roy had both hands planted firmly on the floor providing him with enough leverage to thrust his hips upwards as Ed rolled his in erotic circles.

Logic - 3 Lust - 11

Ed bent over Roy's lap with his rounded ass up in the air like a bad little boy about to receive his spanking. Unable to resist the temptation Roy smacked each firm globe a couple of times. Once Ed was groaning good and needy, just as Roy liked him to, he coated two fingers with lube and began stretching Ed.

Logic - 3 Lust - 12

More than done with the foreplay and prep work Ed pushed Roy down until he was lying flat on his back. He hovered over Roy's erection and lowered himself down slowly until his lover was buried balls deep inside his body.

"Fuck Ed…damn you're tight."

Logic - 3 Lust - 13

Facing Roy and looking into lust-clouded eyes Ed began riding him with a slow steady rhythm. Enjoying every brush Roy made against his prostate Edward Elric was in no hurry but his lover had other ideas. Grasping Ed's hips Roy began thrusting up as fast as his position would allow. While this was driving Ed mad, he gave Roy a curious look.

"We need to finish up before Al gets back," Roy panted.

Ed was about to agree when a voice said, "That would have needed to happen sometime before you were spanking my Brother on the ass General."

Logic - 3 Lust - 14

If Ed could have crawled into a hole and died in that moment, he would have done so with a smile on his face. There he was naked in the middle of the hallway, with Roy's cock up his ass with his little brother standing somewhere behind him. He looked down into the equally mortified face of his lover and Roy could only cover his flushed face and groan.

"Uh Al…you see…well I, we were…we…"

"Oh there's nothing wrong with my eyes and ears Brother I could see and hear what you two were doing rather well. You should be happy I didn't bring company with me."

"If you are done laughing at my expense, is there any way you could make yourself scarce for a few minutes, Al?"

"Why be so shy now I walked right in with crinkling bags and all and I'm sure I saw everything both of you are trying to hide now so…"

"For fuck's sake Al just go check the mail or something so I can put my clothes on, take a shot of scotch and come up with a way to pretend that my little brother didn't just walk in on me having sex in the hall! Is that too much to ask?" Ed asked loudly as he fell forward onto Roy's bare chest and buried his face.

"Sure thing, Brother," Al replied and both men heard footsteps headed toward the door. They heard the door open and they were waiting for the telltale click of it closing when Al said, "Oh and General that was a great stretching technique, I'll have to give that a try next time I see Fletcher. Ciao guys take your time I'm gonna go grab some tea from downtown and shop for a while."

The door closed and Ed was just about to say something to Roy when the door flew back open, "I trust you are joining us for dinner right General?"

"Of course Alphonse wouldn't miss it," Roy replied as he continued to stroke his mortified lover's hair.

"Good answer," Al said with a smile on his face, "I'd like to hold a decent conversation with any man brother deems worthy of giving head to. Have fun!" With that said Al was finally gone.

Ed opened his mouth to say something about smart-ass little brother's when something dawned on him and his eyes went wide.

"What?" Roy asked curious as to why Ed looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"Al said he came in when you were spanking me right?" Ed asked and Roy nodded, "Then how in the hell did he know I gave you head?" Roy's face quickly mirrored Ed's before he shouted. "That sneaky little fucker…he was here the whole goddamn time!"

END

Twice the Fun

If there's one thing I hate more than the desert, but hate equally as much as winter, it's the fall. Tree's shedding their dying leaves, all brown, crispy and sharp, so they smack you in the face..damn that really stings and grates on my nerves. My brother Al had tossed me out of our shared hotel room, again, to entertain some girl. I just can't get figure it out...How the hell does he keep hooking up? In every damn town and city we go to? I'm the older brother dammit and he's getting laid more than me! Now don't get me wrong, I don't begrudge him his needs, I just wish I could get as much action. But then again, I just can't seem to meet a guy who sets my whole body on fire, not like he could. He as in my old commanding officer, Roy Mustang. Yeah I know what your thinking, he's a guy, he's older than me..but..dammit he was so freaking sexy! Those smouldering midnight eyes, that smug smirk he always had and his black as oblivion hair. The only thing I could do to stop myself jumping his bones, was be a brat and yell all the time, mouth off at him any chance I got. But oh, I so wanted to kiss that smirk off his face and tangle my fingers in that hair, pin him down on that black couch of his and ravish him senseless. Now I won't get the chance, I'm stuck in a world that's not my own, with my little brother who gets laid almost every night. Dammit it's just not fair! So here I

am, Ed Elric, pining over a guy I can't have and hiding from the crappy weather in this small bar.

Hey, did I mention I'm gay? No? Well I am, got a problem with it...I'll kick your ass..am I clear? So where was I...oh yeah...

It's a nice enough place, cozy even, with a huge roaring fireplace in one corner and a large couch too. Which is where I am currently sat, on this big squashy couch covered in suede, staring at the fire while it licks and eats at the logs. I'm pretty sure I am a little drunk too, a beer bottle in my hand half empty, I think it's my seventh..or was it eighth? I really don't remember and to be honest I really don't care. After all, it's going to be a good long while before I can dare to go back to the hotel. This couch is so soft and the fire is so warm, that added to the alcohol in my system, makes me feel pretty relaxed...and down right miserable.

Geez, why can't anything good ever happen to me on nights like these? So. Not. Fair. Just as I'm settling into a well deserved bout of self pity, the bar door opens, letting in a blast of wind with it. It makes me shiver, the fire dances wildly, the cold air stings my skin and gives me that prickly feeling. Damn the fall. Did I mention how much I hate the fall? I hear the bartender chatting to the person who walked in, bringing that damn chill with them, but I focus my attention on the crackling fire. Fire, that was his thing, that pompous Colonel. Then my ears hear a name and it peeks my curiosity. Did the bartender just say..Roy? I sit forward a bit, to turn my upper body towards the bar, which just happens to be behind me...and my heart stops.

There at the bar, using his palm to flatten his hair out, stands a person I thought I'd never see again...Roy Mustang. Now I know it's not MY Roy Mustang, hell that is just nuts, but sure enough it's his double. I've come across a few dopple-ganger's since being in this world, but Roy's double, I thought I'd never find him. Then my vision catches movement to his right, he's not alone, but the person with him looks...Damn I must be more drunk than I thought...I could have sworn I just saw two Roy's. I blink a couple times and rub my eyes. No, I'm not seeing things, there really is two Roy's standing at the bar. My heart is now pounding in my chest, I could have passed out right there, they were identical in every way. The bartender now calls to his wife, she's out back, probably washing the used glasses.

"Honey, the Mustang twins are here." he says jovially, beaming from ear to ear.

At that moment I was sure, I was either dreaming or my drunken mind was playing an evil trick on me, which ever it was I just could not take my eyes off them. They were stunning. Out from the back comes the bartenders wife, a pleasant woman, large of figure and mid-length hair that is a shade or two darker than blonde. A few grey strands scattered within her hair, she smiles brightly and heads for the twin "Roy's", arms open in greeting. She embraces each one in turn.

"Roy sweetie how are you?" she says as she hugs the man I first saw.

"I'm fine thank you, how are you today Emma?" he replies, the tone of his voice is the same as I recall, low, deep and sexy.

She moves onto the next "Roy" lookalike, with another hug.

"Ray darling, it's so good to see you." she says brightly.

"It's good to see you too Emma, I'm well thank you." Ray, as I now know his name to be, says in a much more feminine voice.

I just sit there and watch, having forgotten about my beer and my self pity, as I am enthralled by the gorgeous men at the bar. Roy and Ray Mustang, eh? That would be very interesting indeed. Roy clearly is the masculine one of the two, Ray the more outwardly and obviously gay of the two. But to me they are both perfect. Now by this point if you ignored me saying before that I'm gay, then your an idiot! I mean seriously...I've been beaten with wrenches, talked down to and generally picked on by girls and women most of my young life...is it any wonder I switched sides? I mean come on! What guy want's that crap from girls?

But anyway back to my tale and believe me...this is gonna get juicy. I promise. Have I ever not come good on a promise? Okay, so you don't know that part, trust me though it's a fact, I never lie about that.

During my daze and shock, I had forgotten I was staring, well imagine my stunned reaction when Ray walks over to the couch..and ME! I am now frozen to the spot, like a deer in headlights, as this vision comes over towards me and settles at the other end of the suede couch.

"You don't mind, do you handsome?" he says to me.

I just shake my head and find my voice has deserted me..why now? Of all times, why the hell now! He just sits there and smiles at me, though it is a very girly one, but before I realise it..Roy has made his way over to us with drinks for them. He hands one to Ray, then takes a seat beside him, very close to me too. Here I am on a squashy suede couch with Roy beside and Ray not far away. I can smell the cologne and damn if it doesn't smell good. I turn back to the fire and close my eyes for a bit. I can hear them talking, but my mind doesn't register what's being said, as I breath in the scent of cologne mixed with the smell of burning wood. I start to feel the tingles travel down my body, all heading in just one direction, and it feels good too. Suddenly I feel a warmth on my arm, I open my eyes to see a hand on it and It's Roy's hand.

"Your new here, aren't you?" he asks in that deep, smooth tone. Man I could have spunked in my boxers right there and then.

"Yeah, just hiding from the weather." At last! My voice is back! I celebrate in my head over this little miracle. He then smiles, subtle and cool.

"I see. Well it is a pretty nasty evening out there, right Ray." he says.

Ray smiles, sorta a bright cheery smile "It sure is brother dear."

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Me, Roy and Ray chat a while as we sit, cozy by the fireplace. As time passes by, the fire eats away most of the logs and is now half it's original size, many of the customers long since left. Only a few die hard drinkers are left at the bar, but that really doesn't matter to me, I'm happy right where I am. Talking with Roy and Ray, I find out they are traveling the country, it is something they have always been meaning to do. They explain to me that, they stay in each town or city a while, getting to know the area. They have been here for about three weeks and are regulars at this bar, though they have been busy recently, so hadn't come in for about a week. Just then I hear a bell ring and the bartender announces it's closing time. I sighed and lowered my head, now I had to go back to the hotel, but Al probably isn't finished yet.

"What's the matter Ed?" Ray asks me, placing a hand over mine on the table.

Another sigh passes my lips, "My brother is more than likely still busy, so I'll be wandering around in the cold outside a while longer." I tell him.

Roy pipes up with "Well, why not crash at our hotel room for the night? It's plenty big enough." he says, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

I'm completely stunned, stuttering in reply "A-are you sure?" I ask them.

They both nod yes, Ray laughs and Roy smirks "Yeah, it'll be lots of fun." Roy tells me, and I swear he winks at me.

"Alright then, lead the way." I say with a smile.

The three of us get up and leave the bar, walking out into the cold wind of that autumn evening. I'm following them, realizing we are heading in the direction of the hotel Al and I are staying at, which is a surprise. Once at our destination, we enter the lobby of the hotel, making straight for the elevator. We pile into it and Ray, rather excitedly, presses the button for the penthouse suite's floor. For some reason, I'm not at all surprised by this, figuring by the smart clothes they are wearing that they are pretty well off. Me on the other hand, I'm in my usual clothes..the big brown coat with the deep grey waistcoat, white shirt and brown pants. My shoes have seen better days, but they still have some use in them, so I never bothered to get new ones. But the twins, well...they both look sexy as hell.

Ray is sporting a crisp pale blue shirt, light grey pants, black shoes and a light grey jacket that matches the pants. Roy is adorned in an ivory shirt, deep navy blue pants, black shoes and a matching navy jacket. But all my alcohol infused brain can think of is how much I would love to rip the clothes off them both and see their gorgeous bodies, after all I was never privy to what 'My Roy' looked like in his birthday suit, I could only imagine it. The elevator comes to a stop, the doors opening, and we all exit into the hall. Now on this floor it's clear, there are only four suites, where as on the other floors there are Eighteen rooms each. We head to the door on the far left, that faces the street, Roy pulling the key from his pocket to unlock the door.

Upon entering the room, I'm totally stunned, it's palatial and tastefully decorated. There's a large open living room with a fireplace, a great big curved leather couch in an off white color facing it and an oval sheepskin rug in between them. Two windows on the far wall opposite the door, look out onto the street below, each with heavy burgundy drapes. The carpet is the same color, long pile, that's soft under shoe'd feet. Directly opposite the couch and fireplace, is the master bedroom, with double doors. As I walk further into the room, I can see into the bedroom, which is another large room. A huge super king sized four poster bed, draped in deep red silk sheets, burgundy drapes hanging from the frame. One thing however does catch my attention, there is only one bed and two of them, along with a very odd black box next to said bed. As I turn to make my way to the couch, I spot a small, but noticeable bottle on the bedside table. Was that oil I just saw? Do these guys...do it? I wonder to myself about what kind of activities they might get up to, alone in that big bed together, and it crosses my mind that maybe, just maybe they could both indeed be gay. If that is the case, I say in my head, this could prove to be a dream come true.

"Make yourself at home Ed, can I get you a drink?" Ray asks, being a very lively host over at the small mini bar in the room.

"Okay, thanks." I said, slipping out of my coat and settling on the couch, spreading my arms across the back of it. "Hey it's a pretty nice suite ya got here..spacious." I say looking around.

"Well, Roy does love his luxury..hehehe don't you brother dear?" Ray chimes in, as he mixes the drinks.

"Now that isn't entirely true Ray, I just appreciate a good lifestyle." Roy replies, as he settled beside me on the couch. Damn he smells good.

Ray finishes up with the drinks and saunters on over to us, I'm telling you he is so girly, I reach out to take the offered drink from him. Roy takes his and sips it, like it's orange juice or something, I on the other hand...almost choke on mine. I can't place what the hell this drink is, but damn, it's strong as hell. After a few more sips though I get used to it, although I can feel it working into my already beer filled system, so by the end of the glass...I'm pretty intoxicated. After finishing his drink, Roy gets up and sets about lighting the fire, once lit it gives off a nice warming glow and the heat only furthers the feel of my drunkenness. I'm starting to get suspicious of these two...are they trying to get me drunk enough to take advantage of me? If so...bring it on I say!

Now the fire is lit, I'm feeling plenty drunk and the twins have very mischievous looks on their faces. I slump down a little more on the couch, as Roy comes back to sit beside me, closer than before and now Ray comes on over..brandishing another cocktail. Handing it to me, and one to Roy, the twins now down their drinks in one gulp. I watch them stunned, I blinked a few times...I think..then they look at me expectantly. Okay, so they want me to do the same...I'm game for it..so that is exactly what I do. In one gulp I down the drink, which to my shock, is twice as strong as the first one. I start to cough and choke, whatever the hell was in it, was a lethal mix..designed to get me completely off my head drunk.

"Kah! Urgh! What the hell was in that drink Ray?" I asked him, as I can feel the liquid start to burn it's way down my throat.

"Oh that? It was my own mix..Vodka, Schnapps and a few other things..there's a fair bit of Tequila in there too..why didn't you like it Ed?" Ray says to me, leaning in really close to my face.

"It was okay, but strong as hell..what ya trying to do...kill me?" I replied, only now realizing just how close he is.

I barely hear Roy chuckling to my left, when without warning, Ray's lips are on mine...damn but they are soft. I go a bit wide eyed for a second, before I slowly close them, the feel of another mans lips is just what the doctor ordered. My heart starts to pound in my chest and just when I think it couldn't get any better...I feel a hand run up my thigh. Oh that felt good, sending tingles up my spine, setting my whole body to shivering. From what I can make out, it's Ray who is touching my thigh, all gentle like. His finger tips graze over my groin as his hand travels up to my chest, where he starts to undo my shirt buttons, once enough are undone he slips his hand in..caressing my skin. Oh man that is so what I need right now.

I recognize the motion of his lips parting, I know what is coming next, and sure enough his tongue runs across my bottom lip. Okay you want in? I think to myself, fine by me I'll let you in..and so I part my own lips, my tongue sliding out to tussle with his. To my astonishment Ray's tongue submits to mine and runs along the side of it to allow me into his mouth deeper. Alright I see how this is going to be, it is clear to me now, Ray is the submissive type. I celebrate in my head a little, this means I will get to do Ray, so that may mean..and oh man I shiver more at the very thought of this...I may get to be fucked by Roy. Oh heaven loves me tonight, I think to myself, this really had turned out to be a good night after all.

Just as I am getting lost in this gift of a kiss, those soft lips leave mine, much to my dismay..but oh what comes next more than makes up for the loss of Ray's tongue. I barely catch my breath as Ray moves to complete undoing my shirt buttons, I have to say I was nervous about how he would react to my arm, but I don't get to dwell on it too long. Before I can open my eyes, I can feel lips on mine again, but they feel different. Pressed more firmly to mine, like the person is trying to force me back into the couch, it suddenly hits me..when I feel a familiarly soft gentle tongue on my chest running in small circles...the lips now planted on mine...belong to Roy! My heart is now beating so hard I swear it's going to come out of my chest.

Now I can feel a very dominant tongue, forcing past my lips and insistently pushing mine back, so strong and demanding...if I die now, I'll die happy. Just as I try to duel back with my own tongue, I get a slight shock making me gasp a little, there's a pinching sensation to my nipple. In the next second I feel a tongue flicking at that very same nipple, the shivers it causes through out my body are so good, and to top it off Roy is now cupping my face as he kisses me. A hand goes behind my head and pulls my hair tie off, letting my rather too long hair fall over my shoulders..yeah it grew some more and now it's almost to my waist, but what the hell who cares not me...my train of thought is interrupted and I so don't mind at all. Roy has his hand buried in my hair, massaging my scalp while his mouth caresses mine, in a much more heated kiss than I got with Ray.

While the kissing and the attention to my chest is just the ticket, I start to wonder how far things will go tonight, seconds later I get my answer..in the hottest way possible. Ray has started to gravitate towards my waist, somewhere beyond the desire filled lip locking I'm doing with Roy, I hear the sound of my belt being undone. Roy then deepens the kiss, tilting his head to better taste my mouth, I respond the same way. As my body gets hotter by the minute, my pants are undone and the zipper slides down, I feel a slight pressure to the underside of my thighs and know what is wanted of me. I lift my ass off the couch a little and as I figured, my pants and my boxers slide down off my hips, Ray then pulls them completely off..my shoes too. Roy frees my mouth for some much needed air, I'm panting hard from the two incredible kisses I just got in quick succession, but Roy isn't done yet..he lays claim to my whole face and neck with small bites interspersed with gentle pecks and a few nibbles too.

"Haa..haa...uuhh..Rooooy...aaahh...Raaaay..." I manage to moan, as my body intakes air like it's the last I'll ever get.

"Time to really get the party started." Roy says, from over to my left, only he sounds a little farther away now. "Don't you agree Ray?" his tone is all hott and sexy..dammit I want to kiss him again..so bad.

"Yes I do brother dear..I'll fetch the oil..hehehe.." Ray replies, giggling like a girl, he vanishes off to the bedroom.

"You planned this? Bringing me here..so you can have your way with me?" I asked, having regained a bit more breath and cracking my eyes open to see a sight that sends blood rushing into my groin.

There before me stripping off his clothes..is Roy. He has already removed his shirt and I can clearly see well defined abs, a six pack..hell a chest to salivate over. I watch intently as my cock twitches, seeing him undo his pants..teasing me with the zipper in that achingly slow motion and the button too..till he finally gets them and his boxers off. He stands before me butt ass naked, my cock is now totally hard and screaming for attention, though I have already forgotten that Ray took off my pants and boxers so that my hard on is very much clear to see. It's throbbing so bad, aching for release or touching or hell any kind of contact, then I look up at Roy's face...his deep midnight eyes are taking me in, he licks his lips as his gaze goes lower and lower...at that moment Ray returns, butt naked and brandishing the oil I saw before.

"Well, once we were certain you were that way inclined Ed..yes we planned it from there..is that not to your approval?" Roy asks me, his eyes showing I've annoyed him a bit..just like MY Roy would look.

"Aww, please don't say your not up to playing tonight Ed.." Ray whines at me, I'm telling you he is such a girl..for a guy anyways.

"No!" I say without a second thought "I'm not saying that..I was just surprised is all..I'm totally up for this guys...but uh one question...am I gonna get fucked by you both? Or do I get to fuck one of you at least?" I ask casually.

"Hahaha...oh you'll get yours Ed..I promise you." Roy laughs with a smirk on his face I though I'd never see again "Ray here is the type to be fucked, get sucked and to suck his partner..." he says to me, then Ray chimes in.

"And Roy is the type to fuck you, suck you and get sucked..hehehe..I prefer to take it, than give it.." he says to me grinning.

"I see..well..lets get things going..shall we guys?" I tell them, my own lips curling into a grin as I start to remove my waistcoat and shirt, dropping them to the floor..oh yes this was going to be one hell of a night.

Before I have the chance to react, a hand grabs my left wrist and I'm swept off the couch, till I'm stood up before Roy with his strong arm around my body. He presses our bodies together, flesh to flesh, and I can feel his now awakening erection rub along mine. I shiver at the sweet friction from our shafts as they touch..oh damn that's what I wanted..I look up a little into his eyes. I'm a goner the second I do that. Roy looks at me with those dark eyes, filled with a fire I recognize as lust, just before his warm lips are on mine again. His tongue flicks at my lips demanding I open up and let him in, I part them to allow him inside, and his tongue invades my mouth caressing every bit of it. I can't stop the moan that crawls from within me and hell I don't care if it comes out either. He thrusts his hips against me, adding a bit of pressure to my shaft, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through my body.

"Mmmmm..." I moan as we kiss hotly, tongues dancing together, like they were meant for each other.

"Mmmnnn..." Oh that sound he makes just fuels the fire he has ignited in me and I grind back against him.

Suddenly he shifts to the side a little, his hard on now pressing to my hip bone, the kiss never stopping as he does this. I puzzle over it for a moment, but then understand fully why he did that, as I feel a soft wet tongue run along the underside of my member. It makes my whole body quiver wonderfully and though I cannot see him..I know that Ray is the one who is kneeling before me now. That tongue runs up and down my erection repeatedly, curling around my tip, flicking at my slit just as a small amount of pre-cum seeps out. I hear Ray moan in appreciation at the tiny taste he gets and in the next moment his mouth encloses around my tip. Oh the heat in his mouth is enough to drive me over the edge and all too fast at that..but it feels so damn good that I moan deeply as Roy continues to kiss me hotly. I

can't stop my hips from pushing forwards, forcing my shaft deeper into Ray's mouth, almost begging for him to take all of me. As I thrust, my hip rubs Roy's shaft in the process gaining a moan from him, then I hear Ray too as his head bobs back and forth on me swallowing me whole it feels like. I snake my right hand down to the back of Ray's head, to grip it lightly as I try to fuck that sweet mouth of his and my left hand slinks down Roy's body, my fingers curling around that thick shaft of his as I start to stroke him. I hear more moaning from the twins and I also hear my own moans mingled with theirs. Roy starts to lean over, taking me with him and Ray too is pulling my hips down, till they both somehow get me on the floor. So there I am on my back, butt ass naked on the sheepskin rug, being kissed so hotly and getting blown at the same time. Roy's lips part from mine and we both pant kind of heavy. He repositions himself on the floor, turning his body in a one eighty, then he hovers his shaft over my face. Ray changes his position also, laying on his side and scooting his lower half closer to me, so he is laying almost parallel to me. His mouth never leaves my member, as Roy prods my lips with his as he lowers a little, now reaching over to his brother's groin.

"Taste me Ed.." Roy says to me, his voice almost commanding..making me think of MY Roy..as he takes Ray's shaft in his right hand and devours it with his mouth.

"You got it Roy.." I reply, slipping my tongue out to lick his tip teasingly, quietly patting myself on the back for guessing right..they do have sex with each other.

"Nnn.." Roy lets go of Ray "..stop teasing me Ed..take me into your mouth now.." Roy says getting a bit impatient.

I smirk at his insistent tone, then take his member into my mouth and run my tongue along the side of his throbbing member, as I swallow as much as I can..he is pretty big. Somewhere in all the moans of pleasure that are now filling the room, as Ray, Roy and I all blow each other at that same time in some weird sex triangle, I hear a small popping sound. A moment later I feel a cool sensation at my entrance and then a finger slides in easily slowly wiggling inside me. I groan around Roy's erection as I suck a bit harder on him from the thrill of having..now it has to be Ray, as I'm certain Roy can't reach from where he is..so it must be Ray who is currently probing me with his finger. Involuntarily my hips buck up at the sweet torture and that makes Roy groan too, as my own noise rumbles out of my throat, vibrating his shaft as it does. After a moment another finger slips into me, I groan again and at the same time Ray groans too, I figure it is from Roy probing Ray the same way. My right hand hasn't left Ray's hair as I try to push him further down on me, with my left hand now rubbing and pinching at Roy's nipples in turn, hearing him moan is heaven.

I feel that familiar coil of urgency build in my gut, my release is coming on strong, I'm so close I can hardly breath around Roy's member. Suddenly I can't hold back any longer, my body gets rigid and I shudder, as I cum into Ray's mouth. My hot seed flowing freely down his throat, I can feel his tongue lapping it up eagerly, making me feel over sensitive down there. A second after me I feel Roy pulse in my mouth, just as his own climax hits him and he shudders like I did, my mouth quickly filling up with his seed. I swallow it as fast as I can but a little escapes the corner of my mouth and then I hear Ray as he cums too and I wonder just how much more fun this evening will be...with these two horny twins. If the blow job triangle is anything to go by..it's gonna get so much hotter from here on out. Roy moves from above me, laying out nearby panting and looking very pleased, as Ray pulls off me to

lay on his back. The three of us all lay there for a moment or so, panting hard and I feel pretty damn good right about now, guessing those two do too.

"Haa haa..damn..that was..really good Ray.." I say to him as I lay there with my eyes closed, my body humming from the afterglow of climax.

"Haha..thank you Ed..you taste delicious by the way.." Ray replies from his spot on the floor beside me.

"Well..haa..haa..Ed I have to say..you suck better than Ray does..that's the best damn cum I've ever had and I've had fair few hahaha.." Roy tells me, making me feel pretty good about my technique.

"Hehe.." I chuckle and smirk "..thanx Roy, I'm glad it was to your liking.." I tell him.

My head starts to clear from the pleasure and I start to get a bit antsy, I want to get on with the main event, to feel myself sheathed inside Ray while Roy is buried inside me too. How that will play out I have no clue..but I'm sure with my genius mind..I'll work out the best way for us to do it. As I lay there trying to think, Ray moves till he's sitting up and he shifts over to me, pressing those soft lips to mine. He gently kisses me as my eyes close, I slip my tongue out to flick at his lips and he parts them to let me in, so I delve my wet muscle into his mouth to tease around his warm inviting cavern. My tongue brushes across the roof of his mouth and along the side of his tongue as it slips into my mouth sweetly. His left hand caresses my neck, then down my chest slowly driving me wild again, waking my member up once more. I can't believe how his touch can get me rock hard in a matter of seconds after I just released..but it does. He then shifts again, straddling my waist while he kisses me, at that moment I hear movement to my left. I don't even bother to open my eyes to investigate, but I am aware of the presence of someone between my legs, then hands touching my thighs. I moan again from how good it feels to be touched, deepening the kiss with Ray, feeling the tingles of desire getting more and more strong at every flick of our tongues, every stroke of my thighs too.

Then I feel a hand wrap around my hard on, a slick cool substance on the hand as it strokes me and the cool stuff coats me from base to tip, then I feel two slick fingers instantly slide into my entrance. I buck again from the sweet heat they cause in me and then my eyes fly open as those fingers graze my sweet spot. Over and over they hit it, my body can't decide..thrust up into the hand that is stroking me or go down and impale myself onto the fingers hitting my sweet spot repeatedly. The choice is made for me a moment later, as I feel my shaft being angled straight up, followed by a tight hot sensation sliding onto me. I groan deeply as Ray settles himself onto my hard shaft, he's tight and hot inside as he now completely surrounds my throbbing member, sinking me deep into his own body. Now I feel him start to move on me, slow at first to get used to my size..not to blow my own trumpet but I'm not exactly

small down there if you catch my drift..

Seriously you calling me small! You better not be! I mean it! No short jokes pal! Got it!..But where was I..oh right haha..I was there...okay..

Ray starts to ride my length slowly, the speed is driving my insane I like it hard and fast see, like I live my whole life that way. His lips leave mine, trailing down my neck and onto my chest, where he runs his tongue over one of my nipples before he takes it between his teeth and flicks it with the tip of that oh so talented tongue. At that moment I morn the loss of those fingers inside me, as they vanish and I wonder if I will be fucked after Ray has had his way with me, but oh how wrong am I. It doesn't take long for those fingers to be replaced with a thick, throbbing shaft being pushed into me, not moving as slowly as Ray had..but oh damn does it feel good. I mean it stings at first, but that only lasts a second before it turns to pleasure, my legs get lifted up as Roy slides in to the hilt. He starts a fast thrusting pace into me, as Ray bounces slowly on my shaft, my whole world just explodes into a sea of stars. So here I am..Edward Elric, on my back being ridden by one 'Roy clone' and being slammed up the ass by another 'Roy clone', if I could have taken a picture..I would have treasured it always. But anyways..back to the action.

I'm kind of trapped, unable to do any real thrusting of my own, merely going along for the ride and boy what a ride! With each and every thrust into me that Roy makes, he forces my hips up, slamming me into Ray. All three of us are moaning and groaning again, now Ray sits up a little with his hands upon my chest for balance, as we do an odd sort of Bump'n'Ride motion. The room starts to get seriously hot and our bodies bead with sweat. I can feel Roy's hands gripping my ass cheeks, holding me firmly in place as he rams his shaft deep into me, hitting my sweet spot almost every time. At the same time Ray is driving down onto me, much gentler than Roy, but from his groans I can tell I'm

hitting his sweet spot too.

"Aahh ah ah ah..E-Ed! Oooohh god! Yes! Yes! Feels..amazing!" Ray moans loudly, his face a picture of sheer pleasure and orgasmic delight, as he bounces up and down impaling himself on me.

"Urrhh..uh uh uh...R-Ray! Aaaahh ah ah R-Roy! Oooh daaaamn! Sooo gooood!" I cry out loudly and I mean every last fricken word too..this feels so incredible..I never thought I would feel this good.

"Aahhnn uh ah uh ahh..E-Ed! Damn! Your so..ahh..hot inside!" Roy groans deeply, as he pounds my ass into submission.

It takes a mere thirty or so minutes of this bumping and grinding, before all three of us are ready to pop and let go of our second climax of the night, I can feel my own getting stronger than before..this ones going to be big. Ray then begs me to grip his member, I do so gladly and start to pump his shaft hard, hearing him moan louder than before. His member pulses in my hand, I know he is going to shoot and soon, not just from that but from the tightening around my own shaft inside of him. He is starting to pull my own climax out of me, my own muscles tightening around Roy, making Roy groan deeply as he begins to fall with us. In the next moment the whole world stops and I swear we are the only ones on earth...Ray practically screams his praises towards the ceiling as he throws his head back and his seed spurts out over my hand, dripping over my chest too, running down my skin a little. He gets tight on me and it milks me of everything I have to give, my seed fills him, even running down my own shaft a bit too. As my own ass muscles tighten around Roy, it brings him over the edge too, his hands tighten on my legs and he pushes into me hard one last time as he shudders filling me up with hot cum.

"AAHHNNN! ED!" Cries Ray, eyes closed tight, his body shivering above me.

"UUHHHH! RAY! ROY!" My own declaration of pleasure comes out, as I tilt my head eyes closed back into the floor, lifting my chin to the ceiling.

"AAAHNNN URRHHH! ED!" Roy is the next voice I hear, so sexy when he cums, deep and lusty. Driving into me as deep as he can while he fills me with his seed.

All in all..it was one hell of a session..hot, sexy, passionate and down right dirty. Just the way I like it. Roy softens and slips out of me, collapsing to the floor on his left side, where I can see his face..oh he is so satisfied. Ray has gone limp in my hand, just as I am starting to soften inside him, he slinks off me and plops down on his back beside me. The room is now filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, as all three of us are trying to get as much air as we can into our lungs, after our very exhaustive bit of fun. My body is starting to feel a chilled now, as the sweat from our heated session begins to cool, that is when I hear Roy speak again.

"Well..we should..get cleaned up..and get some sleep..eh guys?" Roy says between breaths.

"Yes we should..I'm so tired now..that was..so much fun.." Ray chimes in, sounding just as breathy.

"Yeah I could..go for a good sleep right about now..I'm totally spent.." I say, still a bit out of breath too.

"Come on, why don't we..take a shower..then get to bed. You'll sleep in the bed with us won't you Ed?" Roy asks, in that smooth tone of his...even though this is Roy's double..he still talks the same way.

"Yes say you will Ed." Ray whines a little, almost begging me.

"Well.." I start to say, as a smirk crosses my lips "..I can't very well say no...now can I?"

They both laugh together as they start to get up, while I chuckle too sitting up, Roy extends a hand to me..which I take and he pulls me to my feet. We head into the bedroom, which has it's own en-suite bathroom, and one really big shower. Roy turns on the taps getting the water just right, Ray piles in as well, followed by me. We take our time, gently washing each other down, if we all weren't so spent..it could very easily have gotten us all going again..oh well perhaps later I think to myself. Once cleaned and dried off, we make our way to the bed, Ray pulling the covers back and crawling in to the far side. Roy gestures me in next, I nod and climb in between the sheets which feel all silky soft, then he follows me. Pulling the covers up over us, Ray snuggles up to my right side never mentioning

my metal arm at all, falling to sleep instantly it seemed. I lay there on my back, nestled cozily in the center of the big soft bed, closing my eyes as I feel all comfy. Roy turns to face me, wrapping an arm around my mid section possessively, as his face rests by the side of my head. So there I lay, Ray's hand on my upper chest with his head by my shoulder, Roy holding me around my body with his head on the pillow by mine. Sheer peaceful contentment as sleep is starting to overcome my mind. But one question bubbles to the surface and I just have to know...

"Hey, Roy..what's with the box?" I ask him tentatively.

Roy chuckles deeply near my ear, giving me a shiver "That box, Ed..holds our pornographic material. Maybe later I'll show you." he replies.

"Oh I see, hehe..okay maybe later." I tell him, as we both fall asleep.

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Now in the morning light, Roy indeed shows me their collection of porn magazines, even letting me have one of my choosing. Score! Ray has gotten up early, fussing behind the bar making some fresh juice for us all, ever the girl haha. Roy and I get dressed, heading out into the living room area to settle on the couch, when there is a knock at the door. Ray it seems had the foresight to order room service. The guy brings in the cart, taking his tip and leaving again, while I lift the lids to see what is on offer. The food looks and smells good too. We eat our food, casually chatting as we do, with plenty of laughs. We talk over the night before, seeing if our travel plans will allow us to spend some more time together, finding out that in truth I want us to do this again. Well after a good breakfast, good company and one heck of a hot night of sex, I say my goodbyes to go back to my own room to see if Al has finished with his latest conquest.

Over the following couple of months, Al and I travel to new towns, to my surprise Ray and Roy happen to be there too..in all of them! Well I don't dare to look a gift horse in the mouth and during those few months I spend every evening with the twins...going on one sexual escapade after another...getting a bit attached to them. If there is the possibility of love..I'll take it..if not, I'll just enjoy living my dream.

To have Roy and Ray Mustang as many times and ways as humanly possible!

Now if by this point you have any smug remarks about my sexual preferences, my HEIGHT or my choice to keep seeing the twins...I just got one thing to say...WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING A PIPSQUEAK, MIDGET, FAGGOT WHO LIKES TO FUCK TWINS AT THE SAME TIME ASSHOLE!

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Trick or treating

"You'll never get me alive!"

"Oh, that's what you think." Smirk.

It had been a fierce battle of life and death going on the whole afternoon at Colonel Roy Mustang's apartment, and in the end Edward had lost (not that he was admitting defeat). The evil bastard had caught him and forced him into the most dreadful Halloween costume he could imagine and sealed the zipper shut with alchemy.

"This is ridiculous," Edward grumbled. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

"And I can't believe how cute you are," Roy added.

"Shut up!" Edward tugged frustrated at his ears. "There's no way I'll go out on the street in this."

Roy's face darkened. "If you don't, I'll tell Havoc about the time you-"

"STOP!" Edward yelled hoarsely.

"-and then you ended up headfirst into the-"

"I SAID THAT'S ENOUGH!"

The little kitten with blonde bangs whose face had turned red as an overripe strawberry stared bullets and daggers at him. Roy flashed an innocent smile and curved down to his eye level. "This is a tradition, Edward, I'm sure you want to make your brother happy. And me." He placed a soft kiss on his nose, which left Edward even redder and his golden eyes wide. They already looked like a cat's eyes in the first place and fitted perfectly to his black cat costume.

"Don't pull that card on me," Edward muttered. "I'd do whatever Al wants, but he'd never want me to suffer like this, bastard."

An evil gleam twinkled in the corner of Roy's eye, and Edward squirmed uncomfortably inside all the fur. "I'm sure this will be a lot of fun," Roy said, carefully hiding the device inside his pocket. "Let's go!"

Edward grumbled as he was escorted out the door, walking a little stiffly. The streets were full of overdone Halloween decorations and kids in costumes walking with their parents from door to door all over the neighborhood. Of course, he could just clap and dispose of the thing, but Roy would still have an advantage. He hadn't even been allowed to wear his shorts underneath the costume, and he didn't have a wish to expose himself naked in front of all the kids and parents in the middle of the street. On top of that, he had yet another disadvantage against him and it was pressing uncomfortably against his inner walls, the wire taped to the inside of his thigh.

"You're so dead when we get home," Edward informed.

"I can't wait," Roy said cheerfully. He was dressed in civil clothes, of course. It simply looked like a father taking his kid out trick or treating. "Oh, there is your brother." It wasn't that hard to spot him, after all. The suit of armor was probably the most fitting costume for Halloween he had seen, without being a costume for that matter.

"Hi Colonel, Brother!" the suit of armor greeted and stopped dead at a closer sight of Edward. "Oh, a kitten! Brother, you look adorable."

"Shut up, Al, not you too!" Edward bellowed. He leaped away from Roy, clutched at one of Al's spikes on his shoulder and stared him down with desperation in his large eyes. "Please, help me!"

Al petted his furry head. "Come on, Brother, it's just a Halloween costume. You look awesome! You even have a tail!" The little brother was close to squealing in excitement, the cat lover he was.

Edward sweated. He was helpless in this situation. There was no way he could get out of this one without living it through. Damn that bastard and his perverted ideas. He let go of Al's spike and sighed. "Let's just get this thing over with then so we can go home."

Roy silently chortled with glee. I knew I could count on you, Al. Ed was always more tolerant with him around. Although, the little brother did of course not know the fact that he was working as a pawn in Roy's evil scheme. "Remember to be in character, Ed," he reminded the blonde helpfully.

"No!" Edward snarled through his gritted teeth. "I won't do anything catlike unless it involves chewing off your head."

"Brother sounds scary when he's mad," Al commented. "I wonder how you managed to get him into the costume in the first place."

"I just told him I would tell Havoc abou-"

"SHUT UP!"

"You're walking funny, Brother," Al noted.

Edward turned into a whole new shade of red Roy didn't even know existed, and mumbled something about a hurting automail leg.

They entered the yard of their first house and Roy remained in the background since he wasn't in a costume, and the two brothers continued to press the door bell. "Be polite now, Brother, or else you won't get any candy," Al said as he rang and they waited for someone to open.

"I don't care about the candy," Edward grunted.

The door opened and a lady stepped out on the porch.

"Trick or treat!" Al chirped.

"Trick or treat," Edward groused.

"Oh wow, what an interesting combination," the lady said. "That armor looks very scary."

"Thank you," Al said.

"Aw, and you're very cute!" the lady beamed down at Edward.

Edward just wanted to hide inside Al's armor before his anger went out on innocent civilians.

"Here you go!" The lady dropped treats into both of their bags. "Happy Halloween!"

"Thanks ma'am. Happy Halloween!" Al greeted back.

Almost before the lady had closed the door Edward was leaving. He rushed down to Roy's side. "Please, can we go home now?"

Al trotted after him while looking inside his bag. "It looks good, just too bad I can't eat it."

"Please!" Edward begged.

"No, of course not," Roy hemmed. "This was only one house, your bag has space for a lot more."

"But this isn't any fun. Al can't even eat candy. Why are we doing this?" Edward complained.

Oh no, he's pulling the Al-card against me, Roy thought.

"I think it's fun nonetheless," Al said. "I don't want to head off home this soon. It's so pretty outside and it's only Halloween once each year."

Yes, thank you, Al!

"See?" Roy added. "Go on and don't forget to smile."

Edward stared a little uncertainly up at his little brother. "If you think it's fun then, alright…"

They headed toward the next house and repeated the session, this time Edward even tried to look more cheerful. He even walked straighter than before. It seemed like he was getting used to the feeling of the toy inside him. Roy figured it was time to make things a little more interesting soon.

As the brothers came back from their forth house, Ed's bag was already full.

"It's not fair, you got much more candy than me," Al whined.

At this point Edward was chortling with glee. "Because between you and me, I have to win at something!"

Roy picked up a wrapped candy bar from Edward's basket, unwrapped and swallowed it with a pleased expression. Edward scowled at him. "Bastard, you're using me as an excuse to do this stupid Halloween-thing, aren't you?"

"Of course not," Roy lied. "Besides, you said you didn't care about candy."

"That's not the point, it's mine. Whatever is mine I get to have for myself, bastard. And I'll share it if I feel like it!"

What a stubborn little creature. Roy simply smiled and urged the boy off to the next house. "Come on, let's get Al some more in his bag, and then I promise we'll head home."

"Alright," Edward muttered.

The brothers continued on to the next house and Roy followed behind. He hid discreetly behind a bush and spied on them as the door opened. He waited to the exact right moment before he pressed the button on the small device inside his pocket.

"Trick or treat!" Al chirped.

"Mmngh," Edward said. His face flushed and he took a sharp breath, before he forced a smile up at the startled woman.

"Oh, you're a meowing cat, how sweet," she said.

Edward let out a breath and answered with some effort. "Ye-s."

"Here's some candy for the both of you!"

Al thanked the lady politely and after the door was closed he turned sharply towards his brother. "What is wrong with you, Brother? Can't you ever be civil?"

"Of course I can!" Edward grated. "It's just that it's not that easy… sometimes!" He shut up abruptly and glared down at Roy.

The colonel beamed, having turned the device off for now. "I see Al has still room for some more."

"This woman gave us a lot though," Al said. "See, Brother doesn't even have room for more."

"Al, I'll give you all my candy if we can just head home now," Edward said, surprising the both of them.

"No, no, no," Roy shot in quickly. "No bribing to get it the way you want, that's cheating."

Edward glowered at him. You're the one who is cheating, bastard!

"That wouldn't be fair, brother. I can't even eat it," Al reasoned.

Edward stood very stiffly and squirmed a little awkwardly on his feet. Roy didn't doubt his cock was stirring inside all that synthetic fur. Just the thought of it made Roy's own erection roused.

"Just one more house, Brother," Al pleaded. "Then we can start go back."

"Okay," Edward said, obviously unwillingly.

Roy pushed the button again and Edward jumped. He turned it off just afterwards, amused by the deadly look he received.

"You're behaving odd, Brother," Al noted. "You're not feeling sick, are you?"

"No… I mean yes! Actually, I feel like going to bed," Edward said, teeth gritting.

"This house will be the last," Al said and pointed. "Come on!"

Edward followed the walking suit of armor but not without a warning look behind him towards the colonel, saying: If you do that again, I'll fucking kick your brains out and feed them to Black Hayate!

But of course Roy didn't let himself be scared of any empty threats written in a pair of golden eyes. Just as the door opened for the brothers, he flicked the device on full, and he heard a delicious cry from the porch of their neighbor.

"Good night, Brother. I hope your stomach feels better," Al said worriedly as he took off.

Edward shivered a little and kept adjusting his sweet black cat costume, especially at the front. "Later, Al."

As soon as the suit of armor had disappeared, he whipped around and leaped toward the colonel in a quick attack. But luckily, Roy was prepared for it and hurriedly flipped the device back on to get his little kitten at a disadvantage.

Edward hissed and abruptly stifled his body in the middle of the attack, and Roy caught him around the waist. The smaller alchemist writhed and struggled, snarling and seemed to want to scratch him with his furry paws. Roy enveloped his furry area between his legs, and Edward suddenly arched back into his chest instead.

"Look, a small stray little kitten," Roy purred into his ear. "I think I'll bring him inside with me and take care of him." He turned off the device again, leaving Edward shivering in his arms.

"Watch it, or it'll bite," the young blonde warned between a couple of throated moans. Roy was still touching him by stroking gently against his obvious bulge. The costume wasn't big enough to hide it anymore. Luckily no one seemed to be around. Or else it would probably have looked like a man was about to harass and kidnap a Halloween dressed up kid and call the military police.

Roy scooped the younger alchemist up in his arms and nestled into his furry costume. "I have a quite good way of treating angry strays."

"That's fortunate for you," Edward grumbled. "Put me down, damnit!"

"Oh no, now you're coming with me." Roy carried him all the way up to the porch of his own apartment and stepped inside the hall. He felt his own arousal through his brown pants, and he doubted they would make it all the way to the bedroom. It seemed way too far. Therefore, he dropped Ed down on the couch and pinned him there, smirking like a lunatic.

"You must be a pedophile," Edward said horrified. "You get turned on by dressing me up like a kid. You should be ashamed of yourse-" He never got to finish the sentence before the older raven-haired man attack his mouth in avid hunger, and shoved his tongue into his wet cavern. Though Edward didn't mind in particular. Finally they were in private, away from Al and the street, and he could finish this game quickly before he would explode. The blonde deepened the kiss, answering it by eagerly probing into his lover's mouth with his tongue. Their tongues battled against each other for a minute while Edward tugged impatiently at Roy's white shirt. He couldn't care less about the ripping buttons.

"Bad kitten," Roy commented. He clutched the device readily in his hand, which Edward yet wasn't aware of.

"I'll behave if you remove that bloody thing you implanted inside me," Edward rumbled. "All it does is annoying the hell out of me."

"Oh, it's not big enough to please you," Roy mocked. "It's just an egg."

"Shut up!" Edward barked, his face flushed beyond strawberry red. "Just take it out of me!"

Roy pressed the device on low, and the toy inside Edward started to buzz and work its merciless way inside him. He smiled innocently as Edward jerked into a squirm and rubbed his ass against the couch. Oh, he looked absolutely adorable while doing that in a cat costume.

"God damn it, Roy!"

"I've only just started," Roy said and pouted his lip. "You should give it a chance. Have I've ever disappointed you before?"

"N-No," Edward admitted between a couple of throaty sounds through his nose. "I just… want you, not that thing."

Roy smiled. "Just wait, and you'll have me too."

"Wait…" Edward mumbled, and Roy chuckled. The word "wait" was probably one of the least favorable words in the blonde alchemist's vocabulary.

As good and sweet the cat costume looked on Ed, Roy had to face the fact that it had to go. His choice was between cat costume and sex, and for Ed's sake, he picked the latter. He transmuted the zipper back open and Edward sighed out a long "Finally!" as the thing got discarded to the floor. The good part about it was, Edward was completely naked underneath, which still left Roy in his full advantage. Thirstily he drunk in the sight of his lover, pale skin and blank metal, still flushed and squirming underneath him. His erection stood tall and proud (considerably, regarding the height of its owner) and looking almost painfully hard. Roy gave it a couple of trying strokes, and was pleased with the low howling sounds of pleasure he received back.

He touched his damp skin, clearly the costume had been considerably hot to wear even without anything underneath. Curving down, his lips trailed lightly over Edward's collar bone, up his chin and back to his lips. Edward obediently parted his lips and snaked his hands around Roy's neck. Roy liked that, and stroked his hands over Ed's damp bangs toward the back of his head. There he kept toying with Edward's braid, thinking that he should wear his hair down more often.

They kissed hotly again, but it was almost less a kiss than a tongue battle, their lips barely touching. Roy licked away from Edward's lips, passing his tongue lightly over his chin, then over to his ear, teasing the lobe. As a reply his little kitten grumbled and scooted and wriggled, but then settled and sighed and snuggled like he usually did in bed. Surely, it wouldn't be Ed without putting up some sort of struggle.

Roy traveled down with both hands and braced his fingers on either side of his rib cage so he could reach out with his thumbs and begin caressing Edward's nipples, rubbing over them in quick circles, feeling them harden delicately under his touch. Edward made a little purring noise, clearly still not completely out of the cat role. Roy was amused he didn't mind purring for him in private. Or perhaps it was merely unintentional.

"Nhg." That small round toy Roy had embedded inside him droned and tickled against his inner muscles, making him want to pump himself. It took a great deal of willpower to leave it be and he writhed some more as a substitution while grabbing after the belt buckle of Roy's pants and tugged.

Roy felt Edward's hands fiddle with the fly of his pants and he smiled. Impatient as always.

"Get the fuck out of your clothes, bastard," Edward muttered. "This has hardly been fair ever since you started it. Oh fuck, come on and touch me soon or I'll detonate!"

True enough. Roy sighed. "Alright, you win. I'll make you feel real good." He turned off the device again.

Edward exhaled breathlessly and stared pleadingly at him with his large, stunning eyes.

"Turn around," Roy said, almost like an order. His pants were already undone, and he discarded the rest of them by himself. Edward turned around on his stomach, almost gratefully, even if he didn't prefer it to be done this way. He liked to be able to see Roy's face. Especially when he came. Roy's face always looked so different in such beautiful way whenever he came. His lips parted and his eyes either closed or watching him back with an expression filled with the most blissful pleasure. But he guessed, this way at least would be easier to pull out that silly toy from his ass.

Roy now drunk in his new view. Edward's beautiful toned back and buttocks. He stroked over one of the pale cheeks, pinching a little, but not too hard to hurt. Edward grunted and wriggled. Roy then leaned over and began laying soft light kisses over the right cheek, then the left one. Oh yes, this ass was such a wonder to be worshipped.

"Roy," Ed complained.

Roy squeezed his right buttock as a reply, and then rubbed against the crevice in delicate strokes with his hand. Edward moaned and hugged the end of the couch between his arms. He put his lips to Edward's sweet bottom again, but this time the kiss was harder and harsher, sucking at the flesh, making his lover jump and cry out in surprise. He moved his head a few inches up before he did it again, sucking harder at the soft flesh, and Edward whirred out a second time. Feeling encouraged, Roy grinned and moved to the other cheek and lightly bit. Edward felt his daring lover's teeth touch him, but just tightening on him hard enough that he'd feel it… then release. This gesture repeated a couple of times, until Edward started to get a little anxious. Roy must have some sort of plan. Why wasn't taking that thing out of him already?

Roy ran his hands up and down his younger lover's slender frame, loving every sound he made as he rubbed his tongue against the surface of the crevice. Edward gasped and suppressed his moans, wondering what the hell Roy was thinking, putting his tongue in a place like that. But it sure felt damn good! The wet muscle swiped up and down into the crevice in soothing motions, drawing deep moans out of Edward. Oh, how he wanted to rub into the fabric of the couch until he came. This was mad torture! He had hardly any willpower left.

Abruptly hands and tongue disappeared and he became carelessly tossed around with strong arms wrapped around his waist and he was left breathing shortly on his back, still strongly unsatisfied. Would he have to beg for it? He hated that. But he would do it anyway if that bastard could only get to the point soon.

"Roy, please…" he started, and gasped out as Roy lined up against his deep canal, already coating himself with lubricant with rapid stroking motions at his own cock.

"Are you fucking out of your mind?" Edward shredded out. "You haven't taken that thing out yet!"

Roy smirked down at him. "And? What's your point?"

"Bastard!" Edward managed, feeling suddenly horrified. Was it even enough room in there?

Roy slid into him along with the thin wire that had already been led in there from before, his cock progressing one inch at the time. He figured he should be careful despite that Ed had been adjusting to the toy for some time already. It didn't take long before he felt his tip brushing against the surface of the egg, but that didn't stop him. He pushed in further, feeling how he pressed the toy deeper into Ed with the angle of his erection.

Edward cried out and lunged for his breath and clutched a hold around Roy's neck. "You're- fucking- crazy-" he managed, tightly shutting his eyes.

"How does it feel?" Roy murmured. "Not that bad?"

"Nnhg... Ahn..." Edward was incapable of performing anything coherent.

Roy was all the way in, having pressed the toy innermost against Edward's bundle of sensitive nerves, and the blond shivered in pleasure. Roy smirked circumspectly. "Now, the real experiment is about to start."

Edward's eyes widened. "No… You're NOT- AAHh!" The blonde shouted out in mid-sentence as Roy turned the vibrating egg back on – at max. It buzzed and shifted against Ed's prostate in a continuous assault along with Roy's beginning thrusts, making them both shiver in pleasure and setting the blonde on the edge for each strike. Roy moved slowly and tentatively, making their hips pound against each other in every rocking motion while letting the toy do the rest. The tip of his erection grazed against the vibrating egg for each drive, making his eyes roll back into his head. The friction combined with the vibrating motions was pure bliss. Edward clung to Roy like a salvation. Each thrust felt like a blissful hurricane keeping him jammed on the edge, white lights exploding behind his amber eyes. At this rate, neither of them would last for long.

The world seemed to freeze in place, and Edward gasped out as he came harder than he could remember he had ever done. He let out a long, low, throaty sound of passion, which became a cry as the heated waves of ecstasy swept over him, again and again. His body arched up to the ceiling twice, before falling limp on the couch. Roy felt the wetness of Ed's release, heard his lover's delightful cries… and he felt himself going over the edge as well, shuddering over and over as the sweet warmth consumed him.

Edward opened his eyes, even if his sight was still blurry of post-orgasmic shocks he refused to miss that gorgeous look on his lover's face as he came.

Roy collapsed on top of Edward, (but not in a way that was uncomfortable for his smaller lover), and for a long moment, there was no sound but their ragged breathing and Edward's soft whimpers. Eventually Roy took the responsibility of pulling out the string of the egg in the end, out of Edward's numb insides. Edward's eyes drooped shut and his esophagus let out a groan. "Next time, it's your turn, bastard."

Roy smirked. He knew of at least one hundred treating ways of keeping Edward occupied enough from pulling off the same trick toward him, so he wasn't that worried.

END.