Pleasured Deconstruction
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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
4,300
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Full Metal Alchemist, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Disclaimer: I don't own FMA. If you don't like m/m pairings, my stories, or cheddar cheese, then don't read. Go play cribbage or with water and stripped wires or something. Also, keep in mind that this story is FICTION. If you want something that is in character and all that jazz, go watch the series. No one is holding you hostage to read this stuff...people seem to forget the ADULT and FICTION part of this site...bitching over, read the story. Or not. *shrug*
-thoughts in italics are like Ed is speaking directly to you...can you handle that?
There are times when I can honestly say that I don't know what I'm doing. It sucks to admit that; because according to Roy, not knowing what you are doing is dangerous and reckless. According to Izumi, its just plain retarded.
I'm retarded. I am a retard. Only a retard would do what I've done. They have daytime programs devoted to pieces of shit like me. The only thing missing is a paternity test for a blond headed baby that looks peculiarly like me. The floor that I was lying on and the ceiling fan spinning above me seemed to agree. A waft of dust fell on my nose and I tried to wiggle it, temporarily forgetting the dried blood had frozen my nostrils in place.
Sigh.
I didn't even feel like getting off the floor. I lay on my back, feeling more emotionally broken then I actually physically was. It was really dumb-shit of me to do that to them, but I couldn't be helped. I've always had a thing for dark hair. I lay on the floor of Roy's bedroom, hoping he wouldn't be back soon. He'd be wondering who laid me out, and I didn't feel like explaining anymore. She didn't want to hear my lame excuses, and neither would he. Besides, my nose can be broken only so many more times before I need auto mail for it. And to think! Moments ago I was....
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“Roy. Why are you looking at me that way?” I glared at him when I caught his stare in the mirror. It always bothered me when Colonel Douchebag stared at me while I braided my hair. I had allowed him once to braid my hair, and he nearly pulled out every strand. Not everyone had brillo pad hair like him, and he always seemed intrigued by my silk strands.
Roy gave me a smile that made me feel beautiful. (Yes, I said beautiful! I mean come on, have you seen me? Don't hate..) He stood and walked over to me and moved my braid over, kissing the newly exposed flesh. The chill from the air along with the feel of soft lips made me shudder, and I turn slightly, but Roy places a hand on my other shoulder and turns me back toward the mirror.
“You know I like it when you watch, Fullmetal.” The timbre of Roy's voice excites me, and my young member is hard in 0 seconds flat.
Did I mention I was buck ass naked? I was in the process of changing to go to meet Hawkeye for orders. Shut up, like you've never been naked before. You all are worse than Al.
I moan as Roy reaches around and tickles my flat stomach, his hand wandering aimlessly down my torso. “You're growing, Fullmetal. Seems like I don't have to reach as far down to find this.” My anger at his joke had no time to materialize as I responded to his fingers around my thick shaft. I looked at my lover in the mirror, his blue uniform in various locations about the room. His pants were down around his ankles, covering the wonderfully shiny black shoes. My shoes were shiner though.
Roy kissed my neck and back lovingly before slipping quite easily into me. For some reason, it never hurt when Roy entered me. Not even back in the old days when he would just fuck me to hurt me. It never worked, and the bastard ended up falling in love. I can't lie though. I fell right back, just as hard.
Roy thrusts in me harder and faster, and I grip the dresser, holding on to it for dear life. Hopefully the people next door aren't home, or better yet, doing their own thing. It's a sweet older couple, but the old woman doesn't smile at me as much anymore.
Maybe it's because she saw...
Like clockwork, I tighten and cum all over Roy's hand, and he follows close behind, opting to pull out and shoot on my back, since we are pushed for time and both need to be at Central within the hour. Barely moving, he reaches over to the bed and uses the sheets to wipe himself off of me and gives my pink ass a smack and gives me a passionate kiss before dressing and heading out of the door.
I'm still standing at the dresser, looking down at the woodgrain. Nothing is going through my head. I'm just standing there, wasting air, space, and brain cells. I hear the familliar click of the door and I remain there, thinking that it's Roy and that he came back to get a shiner belt buckle or something else stupid that the brainwashed milita guys do.
“What did you-” White lightning shot through my back as a hand, a fist, a HARD FIST punched me in the kidney. Cheap shot. I fell to the floor and turned around, only to see that fist come square at my nose. I fell down on my back, arms and legs spread wide. The funny feeling in my face resonated to me that my nose was probably broken, and blood was running into my mouth. High heels clicked over to me, one on the side of my left leg, one dangerously close to my groin. Long brown snakes bent down close to me, and the red tattoo was all I could see.
“I heard you in the hallway, you little slut.” The toe of her heels brushed the head of my dick. I sort of liked it too.
“I see he doesn't know yet. Keep playing Edward. The next time I catch you fucking him, I'll come in here and murder you both.” Izumi glared at me before bending down to kiss my bruised lips. Her kisses were hard and mean, like how Roy's used to be. Izumi ran her fingers through my hair, messing up my carefully plaited braid. I stirred against her leg and she grabbed my still sentitive dick and jerked me off roughly, making me cry out in pain and extacy.
Tears formed in my eyes. I never understood why Izumi and I did this. I always felt like shit afterwards. If I held back my orgasm, she'd beat my ass until I came. I wanted to please her and make her happy...because that's what you do for someone that you love, right?
Izumi looked satisfied at my broken and bleeding body. Roy drained my strength, Izumi drained my soul. I guess that's how it was supposed to be.
“Sensei...” I managed, but Izumi didn't stop walking. I heard the door click and I knew I was alone. I lay there in my blood and cum and sweat, thinking about how stupid I was. If only I didn't like danger! If only they didn't have dark hair!
If only I wasn't so stupid....
Sigh.
-thoughts in italics are like Ed is speaking directly to you...can you handle that?
There are times when I can honestly say that I don't know what I'm doing. It sucks to admit that; because according to Roy, not knowing what you are doing is dangerous and reckless. According to Izumi, its just plain retarded.
I'm retarded. I am a retard. Only a retard would do what I've done. They have daytime programs devoted to pieces of shit like me. The only thing missing is a paternity test for a blond headed baby that looks peculiarly like me. The floor that I was lying on and the ceiling fan spinning above me seemed to agree. A waft of dust fell on my nose and I tried to wiggle it, temporarily forgetting the dried blood had frozen my nostrils in place.
Sigh.
I didn't even feel like getting off the floor. I lay on my back, feeling more emotionally broken then I actually physically was. It was really dumb-shit of me to do that to them, but I couldn't be helped. I've always had a thing for dark hair. I lay on the floor of Roy's bedroom, hoping he wouldn't be back soon. He'd be wondering who laid me out, and I didn't feel like explaining anymore. She didn't want to hear my lame excuses, and neither would he. Besides, my nose can be broken only so many more times before I need auto mail for it. And to think! Moments ago I was....
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“Roy. Why are you looking at me that way?” I glared at him when I caught his stare in the mirror. It always bothered me when Colonel Douchebag stared at me while I braided my hair. I had allowed him once to braid my hair, and he nearly pulled out every strand. Not everyone had brillo pad hair like him, and he always seemed intrigued by my silk strands.
Roy gave me a smile that made me feel beautiful. (Yes, I said beautiful! I mean come on, have you seen me? Don't hate..) He stood and walked over to me and moved my braid over, kissing the newly exposed flesh. The chill from the air along with the feel of soft lips made me shudder, and I turn slightly, but Roy places a hand on my other shoulder and turns me back toward the mirror.
“You know I like it when you watch, Fullmetal.” The timbre of Roy's voice excites me, and my young member is hard in 0 seconds flat.
Did I mention I was buck ass naked? I was in the process of changing to go to meet Hawkeye for orders. Shut up, like you've never been naked before. You all are worse than Al.
I moan as Roy reaches around and tickles my flat stomach, his hand wandering aimlessly down my torso. “You're growing, Fullmetal. Seems like I don't have to reach as far down to find this.” My anger at his joke had no time to materialize as I responded to his fingers around my thick shaft. I looked at my lover in the mirror, his blue uniform in various locations about the room. His pants were down around his ankles, covering the wonderfully shiny black shoes. My shoes were shiner though.
Roy kissed my neck and back lovingly before slipping quite easily into me. For some reason, it never hurt when Roy entered me. Not even back in the old days when he would just fuck me to hurt me. It never worked, and the bastard ended up falling in love. I can't lie though. I fell right back, just as hard.
Roy thrusts in me harder and faster, and I grip the dresser, holding on to it for dear life. Hopefully the people next door aren't home, or better yet, doing their own thing. It's a sweet older couple, but the old woman doesn't smile at me as much anymore.
Maybe it's because she saw...
Like clockwork, I tighten and cum all over Roy's hand, and he follows close behind, opting to pull out and shoot on my back, since we are pushed for time and both need to be at Central within the hour. Barely moving, he reaches over to the bed and uses the sheets to wipe himself off of me and gives my pink ass a smack and gives me a passionate kiss before dressing and heading out of the door.
I'm still standing at the dresser, looking down at the woodgrain. Nothing is going through my head. I'm just standing there, wasting air, space, and brain cells. I hear the familliar click of the door and I remain there, thinking that it's Roy and that he came back to get a shiner belt buckle or something else stupid that the brainwashed milita guys do.
“What did you-” White lightning shot through my back as a hand, a fist, a HARD FIST punched me in the kidney. Cheap shot. I fell to the floor and turned around, only to see that fist come square at my nose. I fell down on my back, arms and legs spread wide. The funny feeling in my face resonated to me that my nose was probably broken, and blood was running into my mouth. High heels clicked over to me, one on the side of my left leg, one dangerously close to my groin. Long brown snakes bent down close to me, and the red tattoo was all I could see.
“I heard you in the hallway, you little slut.” The toe of her heels brushed the head of my dick. I sort of liked it too.
“I see he doesn't know yet. Keep playing Edward. The next time I catch you fucking him, I'll come in here and murder you both.” Izumi glared at me before bending down to kiss my bruised lips. Her kisses were hard and mean, like how Roy's used to be. Izumi ran her fingers through my hair, messing up my carefully plaited braid. I stirred against her leg and she grabbed my still sentitive dick and jerked me off roughly, making me cry out in pain and extacy.
Tears formed in my eyes. I never understood why Izumi and I did this. I always felt like shit afterwards. If I held back my orgasm, she'd beat my ass until I came. I wanted to please her and make her happy...because that's what you do for someone that you love, right?
Izumi looked satisfied at my broken and bleeding body. Roy drained my strength, Izumi drained my soul. I guess that's how it was supposed to be.
“Sensei...” I managed, but Izumi didn't stop walking. I heard the door click and I knew I was alone. I lay there in my blood and cum and sweat, thinking about how stupid I was. If only I didn't like danger! If only they didn't have dark hair!
If only I wasn't so stupid....
Sigh.