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akainagiKataomoi Ch 14: In which Ed gets off and Al gets busted
Author: AkaiNagi
Genre: Romance/Angst/Humor (little for everyone)
Pairing: RoyEd
Rating: NC-17
Roy watched with amusement as Ed tried valiantly to stay awake during the ride back to the Kellig house. Apparently a string full of late nights and a dose of sexual satiety equaled one sleepy alchemist. Roy had offered to take Ed to the dorms, had even offered to drop by and let Alphonse know his brother retired early. But Ed had vehemently insisted. And Roy knew better than to argue with a determined Fullmetal.
Roy tried not to look too pleased with himself, lest Ed get his thoroughly stained knickers in a twist, but he couldn’t help feeling a bit like the cat who had just caught the canary only to find it cream-filled. Not only had he managed to steal another of Ed’s firsts, this time without even getting smacked, but he had managed to put the young man in a state of bliss-filled compliance.
He should have thought of this years ago.
And when they finally arrived at the small, run down residence where Ed’s brother was no doubt still translating away, Mustang pulled his young subordinate into a goodnight kiss that was far more passionate than it needed to have been.
Their lips parted, reluctantly on Roy’s part. “You’re such a pervert,” Ed said with a sleepy half-scowl.
Roy smiled. “Only for you,” he teased.
“Yeah, right,” were Ed’s last words before he opened the passenger door and retreated into the Kellig house, leaving Roy alone in his car. So Roy drove home. And as he did, quite tired himself, he pictured his warm bed waiting for him.
He couldn’t help but wish there would be someone in it other than himself.
~*~*~*~*~
By the time Ed finally awoke the next morning, the sun had already been up for a good hour. The first thing he noticed was that Al wasn’t in the room. Closer inspection revealed a note:
Nii-san
I’ve gone ahead to Kellig’s house. You need to catch up on your sleep. A shower wouldn’t hurt either. And make sure you eat a good breakfast, not just coffee.
-Al
Ed chuckled. Al would make a good doting parent one day. Once they got their bodies back. Then he could dispense the mothering to someone who really needed it.
Last night had been blissfully dreamless. Ed was naïve enough to hope that yesterday’s liaison with the Colonel might have just gotten the urge out of his system. He grabbed some necessities and headed down the hall to the showers.
The communal bathrooms were deserted. No surprise. Most military men were up and at their posts by the crack of dawn. Ed had the place to himself as he stood at the sink brushing his teeth. He took the opportunity to study his reflection in the large mirror. He half expected to see a big neon sign flashing over his head for all to see: “I got my rocks off in Roy Mustang’s lap, ask me how!”
But he didn’t look any different. He looked like the same Ed as yesterday, plus a couple of red marks on his neck. And his collarbone. And his shoulder. What the fuck had Mustang been doing anyway, marking his territory? He made a note to give the man a ration of crap over it. God forbid he had to explain the marks to his brother.
Ed finished his teeth and headed for the showers. He hastily stripped off his clothes, hung them on the peg and entered the shower stall. The steaming hot water felt amazingly good. Maybe if he concentrated hard enough the shower might just wash the last twenty-four hours out of his memory.
He cursed under his breath as he set about washing his hair. That was the real problem: not that he couldn’t erase yesterday’s events but that he wasn’t sure he even wanted to. He should be traumatized, horrified, filled with the spirit of wholesome regret. He had committed wanton sexual acts with Colonel Roy my-fucking-middle-name-is-sarcasm-and-my-ed-you’re-looking-especially-short-today Mustang. His brain should have imploded by now.
Even this morning, in the harsh light of day, when most people experience the typical morning-after syndrome of regrets and second-guessing, he waited for the horror to set in, but nothing came. Admittedly he never envisioned his first sexual experience with another person to consist of shooting a load in his pants while dry-humping his C.O. on an office couch, but what the hell part of his life had ever turned out normal?
Speaking of normal.
Ed looked down at the traitorous part of his anatomy that had decided to salute the memory of last night’s festivities. Damned teenage libido.
He tried to think of all the usual things that dampened his ardor. Unfortunately most of them involved Roy Mustang teasing him about his height, berating him with that sarcastic tone of his, or otherwise ruining his day.
The problem being, now when he thought of Roy Mustang teasing him, it brought memories of hands teasing sensitive skin. When he thought of that voice, he thought of the muffled cries, moans and sighs from last night.
If his cock got any harder he could use it for a towel rack.
So he set about remedying the situation in the most expeditious way possible. He wrapped his flesh hand around his erection and began to work it slowly up and down. That felt good. The combination of the hot spray on his back and the hand working his cock, it felt like he was getting a full-body massage.
He tried to keep his mind blank, concentrating only on the pleasurable physical sensation radiating from his nether regions. With his automail hand, he tweaked his nipple. Shit, that felt good. Had felt good when Mustang had done it to him last night. Until last night he had never thought of his chest as an erogenous zone, but apparently it was. The hand on his cock picked up speed.
And dammit, he was trying not to think about the Colonel, really he was, but his traitorous mind kept wondering what it would feel like to have a different set of hands on him, manipulating that part of him (because God knew that bastard was so good at manipulating). What would it be like if Mustang was here now? Would he be behind him, stroking Ed’s cock from behind, or would he be in front of him, watching Ed’s face as it contorted in pleasure.
He imagined Mustang behind him, the hot spray washing over both of them. Ed could practically feel the other man there, Mustang’s own cock pressed against his back, Mustangs fingers expertly stroking him. He imagined Mustang’s lips against his ear, whispering tender obscenities, arousing his mind the way that delicious hand was arousing his body.
Ed’s hand, (or was it Mustang’s hand?) was a blur on his cock as the hand went from caressing to just a good old-fashioned frenzied jack-off. The lines between reality and fantasy blurred as Ed’s climax approached. He could feel it building, that tension coiling in his lower spine, ready to explode outward. And when it did he was unable to keep himself from groaning in his release. He came powerfully and copiously, especially considering he had indulged just yesterday evening.
Ed looked at the milky white evidence of his crime. It coated his fingers. So much for getting Mustang out of his system.
He leaned his forehead against the cool tile of the shower. “God, I’m fucked-up,” he told nobody in particular.
~*~*~*~*~
With all the time that he had wasted that morning, Ed dressed and ate in double time and hopped a streetcar to the vicinity of Kellig’s house. He made pretty good time, considering. He wondered if Al had made any headway in his absence.
Upon entering the familiar house, the smell of dust immediately filled his nostrils. He found his brother in his customary place, sitting on the floor, so intent on a particular manuscript that he hadn’t even noticed Ed’s entrance. In fact the manuscript looked suspiciously colorful. And paperback. And non-alchemical in nature.
Ed marched over and whipped the book out of his brother’s hands so fast Al barely had time to get out a protest.
“Icha Icha Paradise: Boy’s Love Riot?? Al, where the hell did you get this … this shit?” Ed squawked.
Al looked positively comical, stuttering madly and waving his arms about in a panic. Ed got something in there about a bookstore but the rest of it was lost in his brother’s gibbering.
Ed sighed. “Al, calm down. I just want to know what you’re doing with this and where you got it. You’re way too young to be reading this garbage. Hell, I’m too young to be reading this.”
Al looked at him guiltily. “I got it from the corner bookstore. They just saw the armor and didn’t even ask my age.”
Ed shook his head. “But why this?”
“I thought … I guess … I mean … I kinda …” Al returned to his stuttering.
“Spit it out, Al, before we die of old age,” Ed said, losing his already taxed patience.
“I wanted to try and understand you!” Al blurted out.
“Huh?”
“Ever since you told me that you were, y’know … gay. And ever since this thing with Colonel Mustang, I feel like there’s this wall between us.” Al thought for a moment. “No, that’s not right. It’s like you’re in a whole ‘nother world half the time. A world I have no place in. And it scares me.”
Ed was shocked at his brother’s admission. He sat down next to Al with a thud. “I … I don’t know what to say,” Ed admitted. “If it’s any consolation, I don’t really understand it either. I want something that I don’t want to want. It’s like the Colonel’s there and there’s thing thing between us that just keeps pulling us together. It’s like I’m on a fucking string or something. He still annoys the shit out of me most of the time but it doesn’t stop me from wanting to … well …"
“Jump his bones?” Al interjected.
Ed blushed. “You don’t have to put it quite like that.” He looked Al in the eyes, an earnest expression on his face. “Al, you just gotta bear with me until this is over. When we get out of Central I know everything will be fine.”
“Will it?”
“Hell, yeah, it will. What, do you think I’m gonna pine away for that jerk? I don’t even like him. He’s condescending, sarcastic, manipulative and overbearing. He always gives me the shittiest assignments. He’s always having his spies check up on us. It’s just that …”
“You wanna jump his bones,” Al repeated.
Ed could hear the teasing in his brother’s voice. “Dammit, Al will you stop saying that. I swear I’ll go deaf. And if I ever see you reading another one of these again,” he waved the porno mag in the air, “I’ll go blind too.”
“Wow,” Al said. “One armed, one legged, blind, deaf and short. That would suck.”
Now it was Al’s turn to go deaf.
Author: AkaiNagi
Genre: Romance/Angst/Humor (little for everyone)
Pairing: RoyEd
Rating: NC-17
Roy watched with amusement as Ed tried valiantly to stay awake during the ride back to the Kellig house. Apparently a string full of late nights and a dose of sexual satiety equaled one sleepy alchemist. Roy had offered to take Ed to the dorms, had even offered to drop by and let Alphonse know his brother retired early. But Ed had vehemently insisted. And Roy knew better than to argue with a determined Fullmetal.
Roy tried not to look too pleased with himself, lest Ed get his thoroughly stained knickers in a twist, but he couldn’t help feeling a bit like the cat who had just caught the canary only to find it cream-filled. Not only had he managed to steal another of Ed’s firsts, this time without even getting smacked, but he had managed to put the young man in a state of bliss-filled compliance.
He should have thought of this years ago.
And when they finally arrived at the small, run down residence where Ed’s brother was no doubt still translating away, Mustang pulled his young subordinate into a goodnight kiss that was far more passionate than it needed to have been.
Their lips parted, reluctantly on Roy’s part. “You’re such a pervert,” Ed said with a sleepy half-scowl.
Roy smiled. “Only for you,” he teased.
“Yeah, right,” were Ed’s last words before he opened the passenger door and retreated into the Kellig house, leaving Roy alone in his car. So Roy drove home. And as he did, quite tired himself, he pictured his warm bed waiting for him.
He couldn’t help but wish there would be someone in it other than himself.
~*~*~*~*~
By the time Ed finally awoke the next morning, the sun had already been up for a good hour. The first thing he noticed was that Al wasn’t in the room. Closer inspection revealed a note:
Nii-san
I’ve gone ahead to Kellig’s house. You need to catch up on your sleep. A shower wouldn’t hurt either. And make sure you eat a good breakfast, not just coffee.
-Al
Ed chuckled. Al would make a good doting parent one day. Once they got their bodies back. Then he could dispense the mothering to someone who really needed it.
Last night had been blissfully dreamless. Ed was naïve enough to hope that yesterday’s liaison with the Colonel might have just gotten the urge out of his system. He grabbed some necessities and headed down the hall to the showers.
The communal bathrooms were deserted. No surprise. Most military men were up and at their posts by the crack of dawn. Ed had the place to himself as he stood at the sink brushing his teeth. He took the opportunity to study his reflection in the large mirror. He half expected to see a big neon sign flashing over his head for all to see: “I got my rocks off in Roy Mustang’s lap, ask me how!”
But he didn’t look any different. He looked like the same Ed as yesterday, plus a couple of red marks on his neck. And his collarbone. And his shoulder. What the fuck had Mustang been doing anyway, marking his territory? He made a note to give the man a ration of crap over it. God forbid he had to explain the marks to his brother.
Ed finished his teeth and headed for the showers. He hastily stripped off his clothes, hung them on the peg and entered the shower stall. The steaming hot water felt amazingly good. Maybe if he concentrated hard enough the shower might just wash the last twenty-four hours out of his memory.
He cursed under his breath as he set about washing his hair. That was the real problem: not that he couldn’t erase yesterday’s events but that he wasn’t sure he even wanted to. He should be traumatized, horrified, filled with the spirit of wholesome regret. He had committed wanton sexual acts with Colonel Roy my-fucking-middle-name-is-sarcasm-and-my-ed-you’re-looking-especially-short-today Mustang. His brain should have imploded by now.
Even this morning, in the harsh light of day, when most people experience the typical morning-after syndrome of regrets and second-guessing, he waited for the horror to set in, but nothing came. Admittedly he never envisioned his first sexual experience with another person to consist of shooting a load in his pants while dry-humping his C.O. on an office couch, but what the hell part of his life had ever turned out normal?
Speaking of normal.
Ed looked down at the traitorous part of his anatomy that had decided to salute the memory of last night’s festivities. Damned teenage libido.
He tried to think of all the usual things that dampened his ardor. Unfortunately most of them involved Roy Mustang teasing him about his height, berating him with that sarcastic tone of his, or otherwise ruining his day.
The problem being, now when he thought of Roy Mustang teasing him, it brought memories of hands teasing sensitive skin. When he thought of that voice, he thought of the muffled cries, moans and sighs from last night.
If his cock got any harder he could use it for a towel rack.
So he set about remedying the situation in the most expeditious way possible. He wrapped his flesh hand around his erection and began to work it slowly up and down. That felt good. The combination of the hot spray on his back and the hand working his cock, it felt like he was getting a full-body massage.
He tried to keep his mind blank, concentrating only on the pleasurable physical sensation radiating from his nether regions. With his automail hand, he tweaked his nipple. Shit, that felt good. Had felt good when Mustang had done it to him last night. Until last night he had never thought of his chest as an erogenous zone, but apparently it was. The hand on his cock picked up speed.
And dammit, he was trying not to think about the Colonel, really he was, but his traitorous mind kept wondering what it would feel like to have a different set of hands on him, manipulating that part of him (because God knew that bastard was so good at manipulating). What would it be like if Mustang was here now? Would he be behind him, stroking Ed’s cock from behind, or would he be in front of him, watching Ed’s face as it contorted in pleasure.
He imagined Mustang behind him, the hot spray washing over both of them. Ed could practically feel the other man there, Mustang’s own cock pressed against his back, Mustangs fingers expertly stroking him. He imagined Mustang’s lips against his ear, whispering tender obscenities, arousing his mind the way that delicious hand was arousing his body.
Ed’s hand, (or was it Mustang’s hand?) was a blur on his cock as the hand went from caressing to just a good old-fashioned frenzied jack-off. The lines between reality and fantasy blurred as Ed’s climax approached. He could feel it building, that tension coiling in his lower spine, ready to explode outward. And when it did he was unable to keep himself from groaning in his release. He came powerfully and copiously, especially considering he had indulged just yesterday evening.
Ed looked at the milky white evidence of his crime. It coated his fingers. So much for getting Mustang out of his system.
He leaned his forehead against the cool tile of the shower. “God, I’m fucked-up,” he told nobody in particular.
~*~*~*~*~
With all the time that he had wasted that morning, Ed dressed and ate in double time and hopped a streetcar to the vicinity of Kellig’s house. He made pretty good time, considering. He wondered if Al had made any headway in his absence.
Upon entering the familiar house, the smell of dust immediately filled his nostrils. He found his brother in his customary place, sitting on the floor, so intent on a particular manuscript that he hadn’t even noticed Ed’s entrance. In fact the manuscript looked suspiciously colorful. And paperback. And non-alchemical in nature.
Ed marched over and whipped the book out of his brother’s hands so fast Al barely had time to get out a protest.
“Icha Icha Paradise: Boy’s Love Riot?? Al, where the hell did you get this … this shit?” Ed squawked.
Al looked positively comical, stuttering madly and waving his arms about in a panic. Ed got something in there about a bookstore but the rest of it was lost in his brother’s gibbering.
Ed sighed. “Al, calm down. I just want to know what you’re doing with this and where you got it. You’re way too young to be reading this garbage. Hell, I’m too young to be reading this.”
Al looked at him guiltily. “I got it from the corner bookstore. They just saw the armor and didn’t even ask my age.”
Ed shook his head. “But why this?”
“I thought … I guess … I mean … I kinda …” Al returned to his stuttering.
“Spit it out, Al, before we die of old age,” Ed said, losing his already taxed patience.
“I wanted to try and understand you!” Al blurted out.
“Huh?”
“Ever since you told me that you were, y’know … gay. And ever since this thing with Colonel Mustang, I feel like there’s this wall between us.” Al thought for a moment. “No, that’s not right. It’s like you’re in a whole ‘nother world half the time. A world I have no place in. And it scares me.”
Ed was shocked at his brother’s admission. He sat down next to Al with a thud. “I … I don’t know what to say,” Ed admitted. “If it’s any consolation, I don’t really understand it either. I want something that I don’t want to want. It’s like the Colonel’s there and there’s thing thing between us that just keeps pulling us together. It’s like I’m on a fucking string or something. He still annoys the shit out of me most of the time but it doesn’t stop me from wanting to … well …"
“Jump his bones?” Al interjected.
Ed blushed. “You don’t have to put it quite like that.” He looked Al in the eyes, an earnest expression on his face. “Al, you just gotta bear with me until this is over. When we get out of Central I know everything will be fine.”
“Will it?”
“Hell, yeah, it will. What, do you think I’m gonna pine away for that jerk? I don’t even like him. He’s condescending, sarcastic, manipulative and overbearing. He always gives me the shittiest assignments. He’s always having his spies check up on us. It’s just that …”
“You wanna jump his bones,” Al repeated.
Ed could hear the teasing in his brother’s voice. “Dammit, Al will you stop saying that. I swear I’ll go deaf. And if I ever see you reading another one of these again,” he waved the porno mag in the air, “I’ll go blind too.”
“Wow,” Al said. “One armed, one legged, blind, deaf and short. That would suck.”
Now it was Al’s turn to go deaf.
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Date: 2010-06-06 07:57 pm (UTC)Best. Middle name. Ever.
Phew! Very hot.
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Date: 2010-06-08 08:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-06-06 10:37 pm (UTC)Cheers,
-H
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Date: 2010-06-08 08:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-06-08 08:16 pm (UTC)Al is waaaaaay underused as comic relief.
Thank you!
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Date: 2010-06-07 04:59 am (UTC)"I got my rocks off in Roy Mustang’s lap, ask me how!"
"Colonel Roy my-fucking-middle-name-is-sarcasm-and-my-ed-you’re-looking-especially-short-today Mustang."
""Wow," Al said. "One armed, one legged, blind, deaf and short. That would suck.""
OMG! You my friend are a comic genius! Best chapter ever!! \o/
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Date: 2010-06-08 08:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-06-07 07:36 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-06-08 08:20 pm (UTC)