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akainagiKataomoi Ch 10: In which we break the ratings barrier
Author: AkaiNagi
Genre: Romance/Angst/Humor (little for everyone)
Pairing: RoyEd
Rating: I think we’ve crossed into R-land, folks
AN: I’m a bad, bad girl.
This time, it would go differently, Ed assured himself. This time he was ready.
The door to Mustang’s office loomed large in front of him, seeming to take in the entire field of his vision. This was partly due to (he was loathed to admit) his own sort stature. But also, he recognized, behind it lay the intimidating and largely unknown personage of the Colonel himself. A man impossible to read, making it so easy to interpret the worst from his actions.
I will not let him make a fool out of me. Ed assured himself. Whatever sick game he’s trying to play – I’ll be ready for him.
The office door swung open easily, the opening reminding him of a gaping maw. Once inside, surely he would be gobbled up. Metaphorically speaking, of course. Although lately he was not so sure.
He found the Colonel not behind his desk as expected, but sitting on the office couch, feet propped on the coffee table. His uniform jacket was nowhere to be found and the sleeves of his crisp white shirt were rolled up to his elbows, the top two buttons undone, revealing a bit of pale collarbone.
The unexpected situation threw Ed for a moment, but he quickly regained his aplomb. Sure he was used to seeing the man completely covered from neck to toes, but it would take more than a change of dress and a new seating arrangement for Ed to go off his game plan. He just had to keep his distance. Get in, report, and get out. That was the plan.
“Edward Elric reporting in, sir.” Voice steady, confident. So far so good.
The colonel sported a lazy smile the left an unsettled feeling in the pit of Ed’s stomach. “You don’t have to stand in the doorway, Fullmetal. Have a seat.”
Nuh-uh. Fool me twice, shame on me. “With respect, Colonel, I’d rather stand.”
There was a hardening of the line of Mustang’s mouth. Suddenly the smile wasn’t so benign anymore. “That’s an order, Fullmetal,” he said in a tone that brooked no argument.
This wasn’t going the way Ed had hoped. The young man’s brow furrowed in frustration, before realization made his eyes widen in horror.
I thought there were two couches here before? As it was, the only place to sit was –
Oh, crap.
Ed made his way over to the Colonel’s couch with all the enthusiasm of a man headed for the gallows. And when he sat, he made sure he was as far away from his nemesis as possible and that his rear was touching as little of the couch as he could manage without actually falling off. He glanced nervously at the door, gauging the distance in case a quick get-away was called for.
The Colonel turned a lazy eye towards his subordinate. “Now where were we?”
“Huh?” Ed’s face was a wary question mark.
“Yesterday, when you left me so … abruptly. I believe we were in the middle of something.” Mustang shifted himself forward, leaning into the younger, frankly horrified alchemist. If his lips came any closer to Ed’s ear he could probably open his mouth and take a nibble.
“You know, I was very disappointed when you left like that. I was really starting to enjoy myself.”
Ed’s legs were apparently on strike from the rest of his body. Despite his frantic commands by his brain to flee, he remained firmly rooted to the couch.
The Colonel, emboldened by Ed’s continued presence, placed a bare hand on Ed’s upper thigh. Even through his horror at his own seeming paralysis, Ed was able to register that this was one of the few times he had seen the Colonel without his gloves on.
The fingers of that had traced lazy circles, coming far too close to that part of his anatomy which, in a daring betrayal of its owner, was making it very clear that it, at least, was appreciative of the Colonel’s ministrations.
“And if I’m not mistaken,” Mustang purred, “You seem to be enjoying yourself, too.”
No! The rational part of Ed’s mind protested. But his voice had apparently gone on strike along with his legs, because all he could manage was a throaty groan that sounded more like encouragement than anything else.
That was apparently how the Colonel took it, because next thing Ed knew he found himself straddling the older man’s lap. That part of his that had grown hard and aching with want found a matching counterpart in the colonel.
He’s hard. Ed thought, unbelievingly. He wants me as much as I want him. The realization sent an involuntary thrill through him.
Ever one for experimenting, Ed tentatively rolled his hips forward pressing himself against Mustang. Hearing the Colonel gasp softly, eyes widening confirmed Ed’s hypothesis.
I have power, he thought incredulously. I have power over him. I can manipulate him. I have something that he wants. Even if that thing was Ed himself.
Thus at the tender age of fifteen, Edward Elric became aware of the concept of sexual politics.
Mustang’s hands began to roam restlessly, creeping under Ed’s shirt and mapping the bare skin of his stomach and chest.
Two can play at that, Ed thought, a sly smile stretching across his face. For the first time since this whole debauched affair had turned his life upside-down, Ed felt like he was beginning to learn the rules of the game.
Ed reached out to trace Mustang’s exposed collarbone, but instead of going lower, Ed trailed his fingers up the side of the older man’s neck, then coming to rest threading through his hair, fingernails lightly scraping his scalp.
The Colonel showed his appreciation by rocking his hips up into Ed’s, a mirror of Ed’s action from earlier.
“Equivalent exchange, ‘eh, you bastard,” Ed groaned, not even realizing he was speaking aloud. The throbbing between Ed’s legs was growing more urgent, causing him to grind harder against Mustang. They settled into a rhythm that steadily rose in pace and intensity.
Mustang’s eyes bored into Ed’s own like they were lit from within. “You should see yourself, Ed. My god, you look incredible.
The intimacy of hearing the Colonel using his given name, a rare occurrence to be sure, hastened his own approaching climax. He could feel himself coming to the crest, his eyes still locked into Mustang’s own, grinding against the other man in a synchronized dance. And in the next instant it was upon him and he cried out wordlessly, freefalling, both senseless and sensory overload. It was a moment before he registered that he was being spoken to.
“Nii-san? Nii-san! Are you alright??”
Ed opened his eyes to find Al, his shiny armor illuminated by the dim light of the dorm’s only window, leaning over him.
“Nii-san! You were crying out in your sleep. Are you okay? Are you having bad dreams again?”
Ed realized, mortified beyond belief, that his lap was soaked. He quickly turned his back to Al, praying to god his brother didn’t notice anything.
“I’m fine Al. Just dreams.”
Just dreams.
Previous chapters can be found HERE
Author: AkaiNagi
Genre: Romance/Angst/Humor (little for everyone)
Pairing: RoyEd
Rating: I think we’ve crossed into R-land, folks
AN: I’m a bad, bad girl.
This time, it would go differently, Ed assured himself. This time he was ready.
The door to Mustang’s office loomed large in front of him, seeming to take in the entire field of his vision. This was partly due to (he was loathed to admit) his own sort stature. But also, he recognized, behind it lay the intimidating and largely unknown personage of the Colonel himself. A man impossible to read, making it so easy to interpret the worst from his actions.
I will not let him make a fool out of me. Ed assured himself. Whatever sick game he’s trying to play – I’ll be ready for him.
The office door swung open easily, the opening reminding him of a gaping maw. Once inside, surely he would be gobbled up. Metaphorically speaking, of course. Although lately he was not so sure.
He found the Colonel not behind his desk as expected, but sitting on the office couch, feet propped on the coffee table. His uniform jacket was nowhere to be found and the sleeves of his crisp white shirt were rolled up to his elbows, the top two buttons undone, revealing a bit of pale collarbone.
The unexpected situation threw Ed for a moment, but he quickly regained his aplomb. Sure he was used to seeing the man completely covered from neck to toes, but it would take more than a change of dress and a new seating arrangement for Ed to go off his game plan. He just had to keep his distance. Get in, report, and get out. That was the plan.
“Edward Elric reporting in, sir.” Voice steady, confident. So far so good.
The colonel sported a lazy smile the left an unsettled feeling in the pit of Ed’s stomach. “You don’t have to stand in the doorway, Fullmetal. Have a seat.”
Nuh-uh. Fool me twice, shame on me. “With respect, Colonel, I’d rather stand.”
There was a hardening of the line of Mustang’s mouth. Suddenly the smile wasn’t so benign anymore. “That’s an order, Fullmetal,” he said in a tone that brooked no argument.
This wasn’t going the way Ed had hoped. The young man’s brow furrowed in frustration, before realization made his eyes widen in horror.
I thought there were two couches here before? As it was, the only place to sit was –
Oh, crap.
Ed made his way over to the Colonel’s couch with all the enthusiasm of a man headed for the gallows. And when he sat, he made sure he was as far away from his nemesis as possible and that his rear was touching as little of the couch as he could manage without actually falling off. He glanced nervously at the door, gauging the distance in case a quick get-away was called for.
The Colonel turned a lazy eye towards his subordinate. “Now where were we?”
“Huh?” Ed’s face was a wary question mark.
“Yesterday, when you left me so … abruptly. I believe we were in the middle of something.” Mustang shifted himself forward, leaning into the younger, frankly horrified alchemist. If his lips came any closer to Ed’s ear he could probably open his mouth and take a nibble.
“You know, I was very disappointed when you left like that. I was really starting to enjoy myself.”
Ed’s legs were apparently on strike from the rest of his body. Despite his frantic commands by his brain to flee, he remained firmly rooted to the couch.
The Colonel, emboldened by Ed’s continued presence, placed a bare hand on Ed’s upper thigh. Even through his horror at his own seeming paralysis, Ed was able to register that this was one of the few times he had seen the Colonel without his gloves on.
The fingers of that had traced lazy circles, coming far too close to that part of his anatomy which, in a daring betrayal of its owner, was making it very clear that it, at least, was appreciative of the Colonel’s ministrations.
“And if I’m not mistaken,” Mustang purred, “You seem to be enjoying yourself, too.”
No! The rational part of Ed’s mind protested. But his voice had apparently gone on strike along with his legs, because all he could manage was a throaty groan that sounded more like encouragement than anything else.
That was apparently how the Colonel took it, because next thing Ed knew he found himself straddling the older man’s lap. That part of his that had grown hard and aching with want found a matching counterpart in the colonel.
He’s hard. Ed thought, unbelievingly. He wants me as much as I want him. The realization sent an involuntary thrill through him.
Ever one for experimenting, Ed tentatively rolled his hips forward pressing himself against Mustang. Hearing the Colonel gasp softly, eyes widening confirmed Ed’s hypothesis.
I have power, he thought incredulously. I have power over him. I can manipulate him. I have something that he wants. Even if that thing was Ed himself.
Thus at the tender age of fifteen, Edward Elric became aware of the concept of sexual politics.
Mustang’s hands began to roam restlessly, creeping under Ed’s shirt and mapping the bare skin of his stomach and chest.
Two can play at that, Ed thought, a sly smile stretching across his face. For the first time since this whole debauched affair had turned his life upside-down, Ed felt like he was beginning to learn the rules of the game.
Ed reached out to trace Mustang’s exposed collarbone, but instead of going lower, Ed trailed his fingers up the side of the older man’s neck, then coming to rest threading through his hair, fingernails lightly scraping his scalp.
The Colonel showed his appreciation by rocking his hips up into Ed’s, a mirror of Ed’s action from earlier.
“Equivalent exchange, ‘eh, you bastard,” Ed groaned, not even realizing he was speaking aloud. The throbbing between Ed’s legs was growing more urgent, causing him to grind harder against Mustang. They settled into a rhythm that steadily rose in pace and intensity.
Mustang’s eyes bored into Ed’s own like they were lit from within. “You should see yourself, Ed. My god, you look incredible.
The intimacy of hearing the Colonel using his given name, a rare occurrence to be sure, hastened his own approaching climax. He could feel himself coming to the crest, his eyes still locked into Mustang’s own, grinding against the other man in a synchronized dance. And in the next instant it was upon him and he cried out wordlessly, freefalling, both senseless and sensory overload. It was a moment before he registered that he was being spoken to.
“Nii-san? Nii-san! Are you alright??”
Ed opened his eyes to find Al, his shiny armor illuminated by the dim light of the dorm’s only window, leaning over him.
“Nii-san! You were crying out in your sleep. Are you okay? Are you having bad dreams again?”
Ed realized, mortified beyond belief, that his lap was soaked. He quickly turned his back to Al, praying to god his brother didn’t notice anything.
“I’m fine Al. Just dreams.”
Just dreams.
Previous chapters can be found HERE
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Date: 2010-03-14 11:55 pm (UTC)Omg, tease!
XD
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Date: 2010-03-15 02:10 am (UTC)Oh man...that's not fair. *whines*
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Date: 2010-04-10 08:40 pm (UTC)Its so fun and sexy at the same time.
Love the pace, development and style too. :D
The characterizations made me swoon.
<3 Can't wait for the next one.