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Kataomoi Ch 13: In which Mustang is not boyfriend material
Kataomoi Ch 13: In which Mustang is not boyfriend material
Author: AkaiNagi
Genre: Romance/Angst/Humor (little for everyone)
Pairing: RoyEd
Rating: NC-17
Previous chapters can be found HERE
When Roy Mustang’s lips descended on his own, it sent a shock through Ed’s entire body. It was like being pleasantly electrocuted on the lips. As the smell and taste of the other man filled his senses he realized how badly he had wanted this to happen, and the thought terrified him. Ed offered no resistance. Why would he? Who would protest something so pleasant, he thought hazily.
What started out as a simple, almost chaste kiss deepened. Mustang’s tongue invaded his mouth, brushing against Ed’s own. Ed started. The intimacy of the act they were sharing overwhelmed him, and to no small degree, frightened him. It frightened him how much he had desired this, how much he was enjoying it.
And how much he wanted more.
Almost of their own accord, Ed’s arms came to encircle his partner’s neck. He supposed he should be embarrassed. They way he was being so wanton. Encouraging Mustang to continue, to give him more of this experience that made his blood race, and his heart pound, leaving him breathless.
Ed almost whimpered when the Colonel’s lips parted from his own. He sat there in a daze for a few seconds, basking in the warm feelings the kiss had created. Then he looked at Mustang. Really looked at him.
The older man was breathing heavy, his pupils dilated, his face slightly flush. It was the look in his eyes that Ed didn’t know how to react to, those eyes that told him there was nothing that Roy Mustang would rather do than eat him alive.
So he did what he always did with things that made him uneasy and he wasn’t sure how to deal with.
He used violence.
The slap resounded in the closed-off interior of the car.
Ed didn’t even stick around to see the look of surprise on Mustang’s face. As calmly as he could, he opened the car door and walked briskly into the Kellig house.
He tried to play it cool. It was obvious that he failed when Al began drilling him on what was wrong.
“What happened Nii-san? You’re all red? Are you alright?” Al asked from his seat on the floor.
“I’ll be fine Al,” he replied. It was the truth. He just had to get Roy Mustang out of his head. God, his lips were still tingling from that kiss. And his hand was still smarting from smacking the bastard.
Al was unconvinced. “No, really. You look really red. Are you sure you don’t have a fever?
Perhaps he did have a fever. Perhaps this whole affair was a delusion of his overheated brain. Any minute now his fever would break and he would wake up and discover that this entire week had been vivid, fever-induced dream.
Fat chance.
Ed went over and sat next to his brother. “Al, if I tell you about it, will you promise not to freak out,” Ed asked with trepidation.
“Depends on what you’re going to tell me,” he said honestly.
Fair enough. So Ed dropped the bomb:
“I just got my first kiss.”
Complete and utter silence.
“From the Colonel.”
Again, complete and utter silence on the part of Al. Maybe Ed broke his brother’s brain, not that he had one to break, not in the physical sense.
After a long few moments, Al finally spoke. “He didn’t … you know … make you do anything, did he?” The tone of Al’s voice indicated he would be making a personal visit to the Colonel if the answer was yes.
Ed sighed. “No, Al. He didn’t make me do anything. You know I can hold my own. I almost wish I could say he did, but I was a willing participant.”
“Oh.”
They sat in silence for a while, not even maintaining the pretext of working. It was Al who spoke first.
“Nii-san?” His voice was hesitant.
“Yeah, Al?”
“Can I ask … I mean … What was it like? Kissing someone I mean.”
Edward knew Al. He was always trying to get people to describe their sensations, their experiences, since so much of that was denied to him in his armor body.
Ed shrugged. “It was okay.” It was like fireworks going off in my brain. It was like being flooded with warmth after standing out in the cold rain all day. It had been, in a word, indescribable. But he wasn’t about to tell Al that.
“Just okay?” Al pressed.
“I guess it was … it felt kinda good,” Ed said awkwardly. “It kinda took be by surprise. One minute we were just sitting there, and the next minute he just … kissed me. And then I slapped him.”
“You slapped him??” Al asked incredulously. “He kissed you and you slapped him?”
“Yeah. I didn’t appreciate being taken by surprise like that,” Ed explained.
“And so you slapped him? I don’t know Nii-san, but isn’t slapping a man for kissing you kind of … girly?”Al asked.
“WHO ARE YOU CALLING A SHORT GIRLY ALCHEMIST WHO SHOULD BE WEARING PIGTAILS INSTEAD OF A BRAID?”
“Whoa. Calm down, Nii-san. I didn’t say all that.”
“Besides,” Ed said grouchily, “punching a superior officer is a court marshalling offense.”
“And slapping one isn’t?”
Ed scowled.
“So, is the Colonel … like … Your boyfriend now?” Al asked.
“No way!” Ed protested loudly. “That’s enough about kissing Colonels. Let’s get back to work.” Ed sat down and began pouring over diaries with a sour expression on his face. Al reluctantly did the same, although he undoubtedly would rather talk about kissing Colonels.
Ed, once again, found it difficult to concentrate on the materials in front of him. Al’s words kept poking at his brain.
Boyfriend?
He had gone on dates with the Colonel, he had been kissed by the Colonel, he had dreams about the Colonel. Did that make him a boyfriend? Forget Al’s brain, his own was about to break. Again.
Boyfriend implied more than just physical attraction, though. And that was all it was with the Colonel. Pure physical, animal attraction. He certainly wasn’t in love with the man. He didn’t even harbor any real affection towards him. What he was left with was lust and a grudging respect for the man’s skills.
No, Roy Mustang was definitely not his boyfriend.
After a few more hours of study, the brothers called it a night and headed back to the dorms. It was a long walk, but the cool night air did much to soothe Ed’s nerves. He tried not to think about the events of the day, or what might happen tomorrow. He just wanted to enjoy the breeze and the peacefulness of the city in the late evening.
But it was not to be.
Al piped up, “So if the Colonel isn’t your boyfriend, what is he?”
Ed sighed. Could he not get a few hours respite from thinking about that bastard? “I dunno,” he replied. “A boss with benefits?” He was only half joking.
“Benefits?” Al asked innocently. “What kind of benefits?”
Ed was not going to answer that one.
The older Elric brother was so worn out by the time they reached the dorms, that he barely managed to get his boots off before he collapsed into bed, fully clothed and wanting nothing more than dreamless sleep.
As tired as he was, sleep was slow in coming. He was overtired and still had too much on his mind. Al kept bringing up things he didn’t want to think about. What kind of benefits indeed.
What did he really want out of all this, other than for it never to have happened? All the while Mustang had been kissing him, Ed had felt the urge to touch the man, to allow his hands free reign to roam over that body. Did he truly want, as he had put it earlier, a boss with benefits?
Did he really want to fuck Roy Mustang? Is that where this game would end?
Would that put an end to the confused desires, the preoccupation that was getting in the way of his work, would it put an end to the dreams that haunted him night after night? Was this something he simply needed to get out of his system? Or would quenching one thirst simply lead to more of the same?
After churning the question around in his brain countless times, he finally found some solace in sleep. But it was double edged. For he dreamed. And in his dreams he relived that kiss over and over again.
~*~*~*~*~
Ed was up early, ready to get back to work, despite Al’s protests that he hadn’t gotten nearly enough rest. Ed had replied that it was nothing about five cups of coffee wouldn’t cure, and he headed off to the mess hall to get some breakfast. Al went on ahead to get started at Kellig’s place. He had no need to eat, and it was not like they’d let him in the mess hall anyway. Military personnel only.
Ed made quick work of his breakfast, and after downing several cups of coffee, felt semi-alive again.
As he made his way towards the house of Joshua Kellig he vowed that this day would be all work and no Mustang. He would keep the man out of his thoughts until the appointed hour when he had to go meet him in person.
His single mindedness yielded results. Between Al going thought the alchemical journals and Ed through the personal ones, they had finally translated enough of the texts to say that there was concrete evidence that Kellig was researching human transmutation. Whether he had actually reached the point of attempting it was still in doubt.
Kellig had definitely been a clever and resourceful man and a talented alchemist. Ed felt the stirrings of pity for a man who, according to what he read in the man’s personal journals, had been devastated at losing the love of his life to a random street mugging. If he had gotten as far as attempting to transmute his dead lover, it was possible that he had disappeared beyond the gate, in which case they would never know his final disposition.
Bolstered by this small victory, the brother threw themselves back into translating with gusto. So engrossed were they in their work that the day seemed to fly by in the blink of an eye. Ed didn’t realize how late it was until he heard a persistent honking coming from outside.
Edward was relieved to find that, rather than the Colonel behind the wheel of the black military vehicle, it was Havoc. Although every time he rode with the man he ended up smelling like cigarette smoke. They made small talk about the goings on at HQ, Havoc gushed about his new girlfriend, and all the while Ed’s mind was elsewhere; wondering what to expect from the Colonel tonight.
He would find out soon enough. Havoc dropped him off at HQ, and Ed made his way to the Colonel’s office with all the optimism of a man headed for the gallows. What would happen behind the closed doors of the colonel’s office tonight? What did Ed want to happen?
It was with trepidation that he knocked on the colonel’s door.
He found the man sitting on one of the office couches, eating a sandwich and nursing a cup of coffee. On the table in front of him was an identical sandwich and a second cup of coffee.
“Have a seat, Fullmetal. You’re late so I started without you,” Mustang informed him.
Ed made his way to the other couch. “There was traffic,” he explained as he unwrapped his sandwich. “I gotta ask, why the preoccupation with feeding me.”
Mustang shrugged. “Since I can’t convince you to give up the late nights, I might at least see that you don’t die of starvation before you collapse from exhaustion. And besides, someone informed me that the proper meal to feed a subordinate was a sandwich and a cup of coffee, so there you go.”
Ed made short work of the sandwich. It was pretty good. The coffee wasn’t bad either. And god knew he could use the pick-me-up.
“So, Fullmetal, what have you got to report?” Mustang asked.
Ed relayed the day’s discoveries. Mustang frowned at the information that Kellig was definitely researching human transmutation. He had known the man. Not well, but he had been an acquaintance. It was disheartening to hear he had been brought so low and had resorted to such forbidden alchemical arts.
Mustang cleared the cups and wrappers away and came to sit back down. Only he didn’t return to the opposite couch. Rather he took his seat next to Ed.
Ed’s eyes narrowed. “What’re you up to Colonel? A repeat of last night?”
“Would you like one?” the Colonel asked slyly.
“Would you like another slap in the face?” Ed asked pointedly.
Mustang shrugged. “It was worth it.”
“Why are you doing this anyway? Why me?” Ed asked, his tone frustrated. “You have the pick of all the women and probably half the men in Central. Why me?”
Mustang sighed. His expression was a serious one. “Do you really have no idea how attractive you are?” the Colonel asked. “In case you don’t, let me spell it out for you: I find you incredibly attractive. As far as why you: we can’t always pick who we’re attracted to. Frankly my life would be a lot easier if you were a twenty-something female civilian instead of my underage male subordinate, but there you go. And I’m willing to bet that you weren’t exactly thrilled to discover you were attracted to me.
“There’s an understatement,” Ed interjected.
“Now that we’re done discussing the nature of human attraction, I’d like to kiss you again, that is if you promise not to smack me for it.”
Ed thought a moment. He had enjoyed the kiss yesterday, despite his reaction afterwards. He wouldn’t mind feeling that way again. “Alright.”
Mustang put a hand behind Ed’s neck and drew him into a deep kiss. This kiss was different than yesterday’s, Ed realized though the haze of pleasant sensations that were running rampant through his body. That kiss had been controlled. This kiss was all passion and very little control. The fact that he had made Roy Mustang apparently lose his cool, calculating manner made Ed feel powerful. That feeling was like adding an aphrodisiac to an already sexually charged situation.
Ed’s hands itched to roam Mustang’s body. And so they did. Ed’s hands started at Mustang’s neck and worked their way down, skimming across his chest covered only by his thin white button-down shirt. Ed could practically feel the skin underneath. When his fingers lightly grazed the other man’s nipples through the thin fabric, Mustang moaned his pleasure into Ed’s mouth.
Suddenly, Roy put his hands around Ed’s waist and hauled him over to straddle the older man’s lap.
“Whoa,” Ed protested. “I said kiss, not fuck.”
Mustang's eyes, hazy with pleasure, bored into Ed’s own. “Do you trust me?” he asked.
“Not for a second.”
“Well could you try?” Mustang asked. His voice had a desperate edge to it. He pulled Ed into another passionate kiss. Suddenly Ed lost track of why he had protested to begin with. This was certainly less awkward than sitting side-by-side on the couch. And it allowed greater access to Mustang’s body.
Mustang’s hands pushed Ed’s coat down his shoulders and off, followed by his black jacket, leaving him in nothing but his black undershirt. Ed supposed he should protest this action, but the feeling of Roy’s hands skimming his torso and running up and down his now bare arms gave him a shiver of pleasure. And when Mustang’s hand slid up and under that last remaining piece of clothing, Ed started like he had received an electric shock. The feeling of skin on skin was exhilarating. This emboldened Ed to pull the Colonels own shirt out and slip his hands underneath. One flesh and one automail hand mapped out the contours of the Colonel’s flesh.
Roy reached up Ed’s shirt and gave one nipple a tweak. God that sensation sent straight to Ed’s groin. He arched into the Colonel. Hardness ground against hardness and they both gasped into each other’s mouths.
Ed broke the kiss. “You bastard. This was way more than I signed on for and you know it,” he growled.
Mustang’s breathing was hard and fast. “Would you like me to stop?”
“Not unless you want to get belted with the automail this time,” Ed answered breathlessly and sealed his mouth to the Colonel’s.
They continued to rock together, erection against erection, hands touring each other’s bodies. Ed was lost in a haze of pleasure. Every piece of sensory input, from Mustang’s lips against his, to Mustang’s hands roaming his body, it all seemed to center on that one part of him that was already aching and hard and weeping for release. The Colonel’s hands abandoned their travels along Ed’s upper half and came to rest on the younger man’s buttocks. He used the extra leverage to grind Ed against him even harder.
Their rhythm was rapidly deteriorating into a frenzied coming together. A furious search for release. Kissing was even abandoned, so intent were both men on finding heir completion. Instead, their eyes locked together in a gaze that somehow seemed even more intimate than kissing.
Ed took in the sight of the man underneath him. Mustang’s hair was tousled, beads of sweat stood out on his forehead, his face was filled with raw need. Ed didn’t think he had ever found the man more attractive than he did at this moment.
Ed could feel his climax coming. And when it came it burst over and through him like a fireworks display. He gave a shout, shuddering as the waves washed over him one after the other. He was dimly aware that Mustang was also coming, pressing them together so hard he could feel the other man’s cock twitching through both their trousers.
As the last of the aftershocks left him, Ed collapsed onto the Colonel, who took the opportunity to steal another kiss from his exhausted partner. Ed was too drained to protest. And besides, it was kind of nice, a long lazy kiss now that all the passion had been spent.
“I really should belt you for this,” Ed told the Colonel when he had caught his breath.
“It would still be worth it,” the Colonel replied contentedly. “That has to have been the most fantastic dry-hump in world history.”
Ed laughed. He had to agree.
Author: AkaiNagi
Genre: Romance/Angst/Humor (little for everyone)
Pairing: RoyEd
Rating: NC-17
Previous chapters can be found HERE
When Roy Mustang’s lips descended on his own, it sent a shock through Ed’s entire body. It was like being pleasantly electrocuted on the lips. As the smell and taste of the other man filled his senses he realized how badly he had wanted this to happen, and the thought terrified him. Ed offered no resistance. Why would he? Who would protest something so pleasant, he thought hazily.
What started out as a simple, almost chaste kiss deepened. Mustang’s tongue invaded his mouth, brushing against Ed’s own. Ed started. The intimacy of the act they were sharing overwhelmed him, and to no small degree, frightened him. It frightened him how much he had desired this, how much he was enjoying it.
And how much he wanted more.
Almost of their own accord, Ed’s arms came to encircle his partner’s neck. He supposed he should be embarrassed. They way he was being so wanton. Encouraging Mustang to continue, to give him more of this experience that made his blood race, and his heart pound, leaving him breathless.
Ed almost whimpered when the Colonel’s lips parted from his own. He sat there in a daze for a few seconds, basking in the warm feelings the kiss had created. Then he looked at Mustang. Really looked at him.
The older man was breathing heavy, his pupils dilated, his face slightly flush. It was the look in his eyes that Ed didn’t know how to react to, those eyes that told him there was nothing that Roy Mustang would rather do than eat him alive.
So he did what he always did with things that made him uneasy and he wasn’t sure how to deal with.
He used violence.
The slap resounded in the closed-off interior of the car.
Ed didn’t even stick around to see the look of surprise on Mustang’s face. As calmly as he could, he opened the car door and walked briskly into the Kellig house.
He tried to play it cool. It was obvious that he failed when Al began drilling him on what was wrong.
“What happened Nii-san? You’re all red? Are you alright?” Al asked from his seat on the floor.
“I’ll be fine Al,” he replied. It was the truth. He just had to get Roy Mustang out of his head. God, his lips were still tingling from that kiss. And his hand was still smarting from smacking the bastard.
Al was unconvinced. “No, really. You look really red. Are you sure you don’t have a fever?
Perhaps he did have a fever. Perhaps this whole affair was a delusion of his overheated brain. Any minute now his fever would break and he would wake up and discover that this entire week had been vivid, fever-induced dream.
Fat chance.
Ed went over and sat next to his brother. “Al, if I tell you about it, will you promise not to freak out,” Ed asked with trepidation.
“Depends on what you’re going to tell me,” he said honestly.
Fair enough. So Ed dropped the bomb:
“I just got my first kiss.”
Complete and utter silence.
“From the Colonel.”
Again, complete and utter silence on the part of Al. Maybe Ed broke his brother’s brain, not that he had one to break, not in the physical sense.
After a long few moments, Al finally spoke. “He didn’t … you know … make you do anything, did he?” The tone of Al’s voice indicated he would be making a personal visit to the Colonel if the answer was yes.
Ed sighed. “No, Al. He didn’t make me do anything. You know I can hold my own. I almost wish I could say he did, but I was a willing participant.”
“Oh.”
They sat in silence for a while, not even maintaining the pretext of working. It was Al who spoke first.
“Nii-san?” His voice was hesitant.
“Yeah, Al?”
“Can I ask … I mean … What was it like? Kissing someone I mean.”
Edward knew Al. He was always trying to get people to describe their sensations, their experiences, since so much of that was denied to him in his armor body.
Ed shrugged. “It was okay.” It was like fireworks going off in my brain. It was like being flooded with warmth after standing out in the cold rain all day. It had been, in a word, indescribable. But he wasn’t about to tell Al that.
“Just okay?” Al pressed.
“I guess it was … it felt kinda good,” Ed said awkwardly. “It kinda took be by surprise. One minute we were just sitting there, and the next minute he just … kissed me. And then I slapped him.”
“You slapped him??” Al asked incredulously. “He kissed you and you slapped him?”
“Yeah. I didn’t appreciate being taken by surprise like that,” Ed explained.
“And so you slapped him? I don’t know Nii-san, but isn’t slapping a man for kissing you kind of … girly?”Al asked.
“WHO ARE YOU CALLING A SHORT GIRLY ALCHEMIST WHO SHOULD BE WEARING PIGTAILS INSTEAD OF A BRAID?”
“Whoa. Calm down, Nii-san. I didn’t say all that.”
“Besides,” Ed said grouchily, “punching a superior officer is a court marshalling offense.”
“And slapping one isn’t?”
Ed scowled.
“So, is the Colonel … like … Your boyfriend now?” Al asked.
“No way!” Ed protested loudly. “That’s enough about kissing Colonels. Let’s get back to work.” Ed sat down and began pouring over diaries with a sour expression on his face. Al reluctantly did the same, although he undoubtedly would rather talk about kissing Colonels.
Ed, once again, found it difficult to concentrate on the materials in front of him. Al’s words kept poking at his brain.
Boyfriend?
He had gone on dates with the Colonel, he had been kissed by the Colonel, he had dreams about the Colonel. Did that make him a boyfriend? Forget Al’s brain, his own was about to break. Again.
Boyfriend implied more than just physical attraction, though. And that was all it was with the Colonel. Pure physical, animal attraction. He certainly wasn’t in love with the man. He didn’t even harbor any real affection towards him. What he was left with was lust and a grudging respect for the man’s skills.
No, Roy Mustang was definitely not his boyfriend.
After a few more hours of study, the brothers called it a night and headed back to the dorms. It was a long walk, but the cool night air did much to soothe Ed’s nerves. He tried not to think about the events of the day, or what might happen tomorrow. He just wanted to enjoy the breeze and the peacefulness of the city in the late evening.
But it was not to be.
Al piped up, “So if the Colonel isn’t your boyfriend, what is he?”
Ed sighed. Could he not get a few hours respite from thinking about that bastard? “I dunno,” he replied. “A boss with benefits?” He was only half joking.
“Benefits?” Al asked innocently. “What kind of benefits?”
Ed was not going to answer that one.
The older Elric brother was so worn out by the time they reached the dorms, that he barely managed to get his boots off before he collapsed into bed, fully clothed and wanting nothing more than dreamless sleep.
As tired as he was, sleep was slow in coming. He was overtired and still had too much on his mind. Al kept bringing up things he didn’t want to think about. What kind of benefits indeed.
What did he really want out of all this, other than for it never to have happened? All the while Mustang had been kissing him, Ed had felt the urge to touch the man, to allow his hands free reign to roam over that body. Did he truly want, as he had put it earlier, a boss with benefits?
Did he really want to fuck Roy Mustang? Is that where this game would end?
Would that put an end to the confused desires, the preoccupation that was getting in the way of his work, would it put an end to the dreams that haunted him night after night? Was this something he simply needed to get out of his system? Or would quenching one thirst simply lead to more of the same?
After churning the question around in his brain countless times, he finally found some solace in sleep. But it was double edged. For he dreamed. And in his dreams he relived that kiss over and over again.
~*~*~*~*~
Ed was up early, ready to get back to work, despite Al’s protests that he hadn’t gotten nearly enough rest. Ed had replied that it was nothing about five cups of coffee wouldn’t cure, and he headed off to the mess hall to get some breakfast. Al went on ahead to get started at Kellig’s place. He had no need to eat, and it was not like they’d let him in the mess hall anyway. Military personnel only.
Ed made quick work of his breakfast, and after downing several cups of coffee, felt semi-alive again.
As he made his way towards the house of Joshua Kellig he vowed that this day would be all work and no Mustang. He would keep the man out of his thoughts until the appointed hour when he had to go meet him in person.
His single mindedness yielded results. Between Al going thought the alchemical journals and Ed through the personal ones, they had finally translated enough of the texts to say that there was concrete evidence that Kellig was researching human transmutation. Whether he had actually reached the point of attempting it was still in doubt.
Kellig had definitely been a clever and resourceful man and a talented alchemist. Ed felt the stirrings of pity for a man who, according to what he read in the man’s personal journals, had been devastated at losing the love of his life to a random street mugging. If he had gotten as far as attempting to transmute his dead lover, it was possible that he had disappeared beyond the gate, in which case they would never know his final disposition.
Bolstered by this small victory, the brother threw themselves back into translating with gusto. So engrossed were they in their work that the day seemed to fly by in the blink of an eye. Ed didn’t realize how late it was until he heard a persistent honking coming from outside.
Edward was relieved to find that, rather than the Colonel behind the wheel of the black military vehicle, it was Havoc. Although every time he rode with the man he ended up smelling like cigarette smoke. They made small talk about the goings on at HQ, Havoc gushed about his new girlfriend, and all the while Ed’s mind was elsewhere; wondering what to expect from the Colonel tonight.
He would find out soon enough. Havoc dropped him off at HQ, and Ed made his way to the Colonel’s office with all the optimism of a man headed for the gallows. What would happen behind the closed doors of the colonel’s office tonight? What did Ed want to happen?
It was with trepidation that he knocked on the colonel’s door.
He found the man sitting on one of the office couches, eating a sandwich and nursing a cup of coffee. On the table in front of him was an identical sandwich and a second cup of coffee.
“Have a seat, Fullmetal. You’re late so I started without you,” Mustang informed him.
Ed made his way to the other couch. “There was traffic,” he explained as he unwrapped his sandwich. “I gotta ask, why the preoccupation with feeding me.”
Mustang shrugged. “Since I can’t convince you to give up the late nights, I might at least see that you don’t die of starvation before you collapse from exhaustion. And besides, someone informed me that the proper meal to feed a subordinate was a sandwich and a cup of coffee, so there you go.”
Ed made short work of the sandwich. It was pretty good. The coffee wasn’t bad either. And god knew he could use the pick-me-up.
“So, Fullmetal, what have you got to report?” Mustang asked.
Ed relayed the day’s discoveries. Mustang frowned at the information that Kellig was definitely researching human transmutation. He had known the man. Not well, but he had been an acquaintance. It was disheartening to hear he had been brought so low and had resorted to such forbidden alchemical arts.
Mustang cleared the cups and wrappers away and came to sit back down. Only he didn’t return to the opposite couch. Rather he took his seat next to Ed.
Ed’s eyes narrowed. “What’re you up to Colonel? A repeat of last night?”
“Would you like one?” the Colonel asked slyly.
“Would you like another slap in the face?” Ed asked pointedly.
Mustang shrugged. “It was worth it.”
“Why are you doing this anyway? Why me?” Ed asked, his tone frustrated. “You have the pick of all the women and probably half the men in Central. Why me?”
Mustang sighed. His expression was a serious one. “Do you really have no idea how attractive you are?” the Colonel asked. “In case you don’t, let me spell it out for you: I find you incredibly attractive. As far as why you: we can’t always pick who we’re attracted to. Frankly my life would be a lot easier if you were a twenty-something female civilian instead of my underage male subordinate, but there you go. And I’m willing to bet that you weren’t exactly thrilled to discover you were attracted to me.
“There’s an understatement,” Ed interjected.
“Now that we’re done discussing the nature of human attraction, I’d like to kiss you again, that is if you promise not to smack me for it.”
Ed thought a moment. He had enjoyed the kiss yesterday, despite his reaction afterwards. He wouldn’t mind feeling that way again. “Alright.”
Mustang put a hand behind Ed’s neck and drew him into a deep kiss. This kiss was different than yesterday’s, Ed realized though the haze of pleasant sensations that were running rampant through his body. That kiss had been controlled. This kiss was all passion and very little control. The fact that he had made Roy Mustang apparently lose his cool, calculating manner made Ed feel powerful. That feeling was like adding an aphrodisiac to an already sexually charged situation.
Ed’s hands itched to roam Mustang’s body. And so they did. Ed’s hands started at Mustang’s neck and worked their way down, skimming across his chest covered only by his thin white button-down shirt. Ed could practically feel the skin underneath. When his fingers lightly grazed the other man’s nipples through the thin fabric, Mustang moaned his pleasure into Ed’s mouth.
Suddenly, Roy put his hands around Ed’s waist and hauled him over to straddle the older man’s lap.
“Whoa,” Ed protested. “I said kiss, not fuck.”
Mustang's eyes, hazy with pleasure, bored into Ed’s own. “Do you trust me?” he asked.
“Not for a second.”
“Well could you try?” Mustang asked. His voice had a desperate edge to it. He pulled Ed into another passionate kiss. Suddenly Ed lost track of why he had protested to begin with. This was certainly less awkward than sitting side-by-side on the couch. And it allowed greater access to Mustang’s body.
Mustang’s hands pushed Ed’s coat down his shoulders and off, followed by his black jacket, leaving him in nothing but his black undershirt. Ed supposed he should protest this action, but the feeling of Roy’s hands skimming his torso and running up and down his now bare arms gave him a shiver of pleasure. And when Mustang’s hand slid up and under that last remaining piece of clothing, Ed started like he had received an electric shock. The feeling of skin on skin was exhilarating. This emboldened Ed to pull the Colonels own shirt out and slip his hands underneath. One flesh and one automail hand mapped out the contours of the Colonel’s flesh.
Roy reached up Ed’s shirt and gave one nipple a tweak. God that sensation sent straight to Ed’s groin. He arched into the Colonel. Hardness ground against hardness and they both gasped into each other’s mouths.
Ed broke the kiss. “You bastard. This was way more than I signed on for and you know it,” he growled.
Mustang’s breathing was hard and fast. “Would you like me to stop?”
“Not unless you want to get belted with the automail this time,” Ed answered breathlessly and sealed his mouth to the Colonel’s.
They continued to rock together, erection against erection, hands touring each other’s bodies. Ed was lost in a haze of pleasure. Every piece of sensory input, from Mustang’s lips against his, to Mustang’s hands roaming his body, it all seemed to center on that one part of him that was already aching and hard and weeping for release. The Colonel’s hands abandoned their travels along Ed’s upper half and came to rest on the younger man’s buttocks. He used the extra leverage to grind Ed against him even harder.
Their rhythm was rapidly deteriorating into a frenzied coming together. A furious search for release. Kissing was even abandoned, so intent were both men on finding heir completion. Instead, their eyes locked together in a gaze that somehow seemed even more intimate than kissing.
Ed took in the sight of the man underneath him. Mustang’s hair was tousled, beads of sweat stood out on his forehead, his face was filled with raw need. Ed didn’t think he had ever found the man more attractive than he did at this moment.
Ed could feel his climax coming. And when it came it burst over and through him like a fireworks display. He gave a shout, shuddering as the waves washed over him one after the other. He was dimly aware that Mustang was also coming, pressing them together so hard he could feel the other man’s cock twitching through both their trousers.
As the last of the aftershocks left him, Ed collapsed onto the Colonel, who took the opportunity to steal another kiss from his exhausted partner. Ed was too drained to protest. And besides, it was kind of nice, a long lazy kiss now that all the passion had been spent.
“I really should belt you for this,” Ed told the Colonel when he had caught his breath.
“It would still be worth it,” the Colonel replied contentedly. “That has to have been the most fantastic dry-hump in world history.”
Ed laughed. He had to agree.