Pleasured Deconstruction

A/N: I don't own FMA and I don't make money off of this, although pimpin hoes brings in significant revenue. 2 chapters in 1 night...I'm killin em! ***Lemon Alert***

I pulled up to see Roy sitting on a bench beside the driveway, smoking a black and mild. The cigar hung loosely from his hand as he glared at the long black car.

“You have balls, Elric.”

I closed the car door and pulled myself up to my full height. “What do you mean?”

Roy took a drag and puffed it in my face.

‘Fucker!‘

“You managed a thirty five minute drive in eighteen minutes. Driving the car I bought. You can barely see over the steering wheel.” Roy snickered at my expression. I pretended not to hear the last part of his comment.

“You summoned me here. Was it just to berate me?” I snapped, tired of being everyone’s doormat. Roy flicked his cigar away and stepped closer to me. I smelled the brandy on him, and any chances of a reconciliation flew out of my mind.

“Edward…” he breathed on my face, kissing my forehead. “Edward, why?” he murmured into my neck, sucking at the bruise he left when he grabbed me. My eyes fluttered and I felt myself walking into the garage, up the back porch steps, and into the Hughes home. Roy led me up the steps and into one of the guest bedrooms.

Closing the door behind him, Roy attacked my lips with an insatiable hunger. His tongue swept deeply into my mouth, and it reminded me of the origin of our relationship, stealing kisses behind closed doors. He panted against my mouth, and I could feel his erection growing. I wrapped my arms around him and pressed him closer to me, feeling my own member rise when he moaned.

He pushed me away and backed up a few steps, unbuttoning the slacks he wore. I watched him intently, bowing on my knees to take him into my mouth. The head was already milky with his seed, and I moved my head closer to his palm when he reached down to cup my head. Looking up, I saw Roy was staring straight down, watching my head bob back and forth. His face had no expression, and that broke my heart. No joy, no pain, no reaction. Just black strands hanging down with blue eyes. I pulled him out of my mouth and returned the dead stare, and we were in a stalemate for a few minutes. Both of us wanting each other, but neither of us showing submission to the other. Finally I couldn’t stand it and started to undress myself, piece by piece. I shook out my braid and there I stood, naked, flesh to metal in front of him. I spread my arms out and closed my eyes, opening them when I felt his weight lean against me and arms encircle me. There we held each other for eons until the need resurfaced in both of us.

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I closed my eyes when I felt Roy enter me. Kimblee’s thrashing of me seemed to had no effect on my tightness, and Roy and I both hissed and bit your lower lips on impact. I felt him going inside, and it seemed like he stretched for miles. He had pulled me to the edge of the bed, gently pressing forward. His eyes had fire in them, but his face remained blank. He licked at my neck, over my nipples, and over my stomach, kissing and nibbling. Every thrust, every moan, everything he did had my body screaming for more.

“Tell me you want me.”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

Roy took my face in his hand, rolling his hips back and forth, driving me to unknown levels of ecstasy.

“Tell me,” he coaxed, thrusting me deeper.

“I-I want you,” I squeaked, totally humiliated and loving it.

“More than Kimblee?”

“Ye-yes!”

“More than Izumi?” By this time Roy had switched positions, sitting on the bed and placing me on top of him. He slammed into me at this angle, bouncing me up and down. It sort of reminded me of when Al and I rode horses once at the Risembool annual fair.

"Yesssss..."I hissed in a breathy voice. My eyes rolled in the back of my head. I tried to bounce up and down to counteract the strain, but it hurt, despite the pleasure I was feeling.

“Ungh, Roy, it hurts.” I winced and tried to appeal to him.

Wrong words. Roy sped up, fucking me harder and faster than before. I opened my mouth in pain and clenched my eyes and took it. I took it because I deserved it. The pain I was feeling was nothing compared to what Roy felt. I was sure. His panting became me became more ragged and erratic, strange noises coming from his throat. I turned and he seemed to be fighting with himself, his hatred and passion for me struggling, internally, externally. I felt his thick release inside of me, searing hot and delicious. I was still, waiting until he was finished cumming before turning around to face him.

He was crying.

I crawled up beside him, our sweaty naked bodies pressed together. I put my arms around him and waited for him to push me away, but he never did. He buried his head in my chest and sobbed like I never heard him sob before. I rubbed his back and pulled the covers over us, knowing that everything would be alright. We stroked each other’s faces and wiped each other’s tears until the day faded into night and we fell into deep, dreamless sleep.

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I scratched my cheek and yawned, smiled at Hughes, and closed my eyes.

‘HUH?!!!‘

My eyes flew open and I bolted upward in the bed and found myself surrounded by Hughes, Roy, Klause, Ed, and Russell. Roy was holding my boots and threw them at me when I looked at him.

“Get up and get dressed. We’ve got a plan.”

I stared at him, confused. He walked over to me and traced my cheek with his finger. “No one will ever hurt you or Al again. I promise.”

For the first time in years, I felt like I could exhale with no weight on my chest.


A/N: Thanks for reading.