Abstinence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

As normal, there was a clutter of people inside the halls of Central Command, each too concern with their own deadlines to worry about blocking the way for someone else scampering through the crowd in hope of making his own scheduled appointment – not that Edward Elric had ever been overly concerned about being on time.


Once he made it to the outer office of his own commander, he was informed by First Lt. Hawkeye that he was late.


He shrugged off her cold stare with a smile and was thankful she still gave him the same lax treatment she had when he was younger. She shook her head in a mix of amusement and exasperation before gesturing for the young alchemist to enter Mustang's adjoining office.


Waving a quick hello/goodbye to the rest of the staff, he pushed the old oak office door open and slammed it shut behind him.


The noise from the door drew the Colonel's attention away from the blinds he had been fiddling with and he looks over his shoulder, cool blue eyes connecting with fiery gold ones.


“You're late.” he informs before fully closing the blinds and returning to his chair.


Edward snorts at the observation and tosses a crinkled dog-eared report onto the desk.


“It was a rat.” Edward said coldly as Mustang flipped through his hand written report. “It was a big, fat, stupid rat, and if I find out you knew it was a rat all along and just sent me into that stinking sewer for your own damn amusement, I will fucking kill you.”


“There had been reports of a possible chimera siting. Confirming it true or false was simply a precaution we had to take.” he said to defend himself, though the slight smirk curving the corner of his lip said other wise.


“You're still an asshole.” the teen reconfirmed before plopping down on the worn leather sofa, arms crossed in annoyance as he impatiently waits for the colonel to finish reviewing the account of his last mission.


“So what's bothering you?” the dark haired officer asks, catching the fidgety blond by surprise.


“Don't look so shocked.” he murmurs, dark eyes never leaving the paper he was reading. “You didn't nearly abuse the door as much as you normally do upon entry, and I doubt you've even spoken a dozen curse words since entering. Something is clearly on your mind.”


Edward scowled and sulked in response, and when it was clear no response was forthcoming, Roy looked up at his fidgety young lover.


“Edward?” he tried again.


The teen finally answered with a heavy sigh before standing and digging through his pockets for a moment before finding what he was searching for.


A faint blush covers his cheeks as he grudgingly made his way back across the office and tosses the small foil condom wrapper on the large desk.


Roy blinks at the object as Edward continues to squirm quietly.


When the unasked question receives no immediate answer, Ed glares at the older man.


“I found that next to the bed. Did you leave it there as some fucking hint or something? Is this some damn mind game of yours? I really hate your fucking mind games, Mustang. If you have something to say, say it, rather than just leaving shit like that out just to fuck with me...” he growled nervously.


Roy blinks dumbly for a moment before his mouth begin to twist up in a grin. Soon he is pinching the bridge of his nose and trying to keep he snickers from growing into full out laughter.


“Oh God, Edward...” he snorts between chuckles, “That's not why I left it there... Of course it's not for you!”


It's not until he notices the pissed off grimace and clenched fist of his lover that Mustang realizes the many negative ways his statement could be taken.


“Ed... I didn't mean it like that. Seriously...” he tries to explains in desperations, hoping that this wouldn't end in violence, or worse yet, the withdrawal of sex – they might have just started fooling around a short time ago, but it wasn't a privilege he wanted to give up any time soon.


The teenage alchemist snorts loudly through his nose in response and turns, stomping away angrily towards the door. He hears his lover's footsteps soon following after him, and he speeds up his pace.


He is nearly free – hand already on the door knob- when a larger body pushes against his roughly, pinning him to the door.


“Let me go!” he barks, squirming wildly in hopes of escape, but the man uses his full weight as leverage, and Edward is only able to elbow him once in the ribs before his limited movement causes him to cease his struggles.


“I didn't leave the condom there to pressure you into anything nor did I get it to use with someone else.” he sighs, exasperated. “Whenever the infirmary notices an outbreak of some sort of STD, the first thing they do is start passing pamphlets and condoms. I must have just tossed the thing on the nightstand while emptying my pockets. I, in no way, meant any offense towards you.”


“Oh, so I ain't suppose to be offend by the fact that I'm the only one you don't want to fuck?” Edward snaps, suddenly feeling very irritated despite the fact that his earlier worries had been about Mustang wanting to fuck him.


“Trust me when I say there is nothing more that I'd rather do than to bend you over my desk and fuck you senseless, right here and now.” he says, nipping at the back of the blond's neck to emphasize his point. Edward wiggles in response, trying to squeeze out from under him, but Roy simply wrapped both his arms around him, holding him firmly in place.


Soon the nip is followed by tiny kisses, the scape of teeth, and a warm tongue drawing lazy designs on his flesh.


A small sound escapes Ed as the collar of his coat and tank top is pushed aside and the faint kissing becomes a sturdy suction.


“Roy...” he mumbles, caving in and tilting his head to the side, granting Mustang silent permission to mark him.


It's not until there's a large purple bruise decorating the side of his lover's throat that he stops.


“You wouldn't believe how much I want you...” he mutters against his ear before running his tongue along the sensitive hickey and grinding his clothed crotch against Ed's ass, proving his point.


“I doubt there's anyone who wouldn't want to fuck you... but why rush things. There's plenty we can do that I already know you love... no point in hurrying into more complicated things...” he breathes, enjoying the shudders of the young body against his as his hands works loose the brown belt Ed always wore and pulled down the zipper of his leather pants.


Ed gasped as a rough gloved hand is slid into his pants and he is gripped firmly.


“Hush...” Roy whispered from behind, beginning to slide his hand, “The door's thick but let's keep the noise down anyway... just in case.”


Edward bet his lip in response, pushing forward into Roy's fisted hand. The colonel rewarded the teenager's eagerness with firm quick stocks, while grinding his own covered erection against his backside, nipping Ed's neck sharply whenever he uttered a noise.


Soon Ed felt a hand slide against his ass, followed by the sound of Roy's uniform's zipper being pulled down.


Gasping, Edward rubbed his butt back against the man's lap. The thought of Roy getting ready to fuck him pushed him over the edge, and his hips splurged forward as his cum was shot splashing against the door in front of him.


Roy continued to push Edward firmly against the door as he continued to dry hump the teen, rubbing his hard dick against his ass until he groan softly in satisfaction and left a mess against Ed's back side.


Breathing heavily, he props both himself and Ed against the door and placing another kiss on the boy's neck before pulling the collar of his coat back into place – he is content to notice it doesn't cover the hickey very well.


“Do you believe me now?” he asks, and Ed snorts half heartedly before pushing him off.


Stepping back away from the boy, Colonel Mustang cleans himself up as he passively watches Ed clap, then watches as the seamen dries and flacks to the ground as he touches it.


“You might want to get that too...” he says, pointing toward the kid's rear, and is amused to see Ed blush before clapping and grabbing his own ass - the now dried cum falls off of his red coat.


Edward glances at the mess on the floor and frowns, trying to rub it into the carpet with his foot.


“' feel bad for the cleaning lady...” he mumbles embarrassedly before Mustang comes over, cups his face, and kisses him before leading him over to the sofa.


“Don't worry about her,” he says, kissing him again, “I give her a big enough year-end bonus that you could have probably left it dripping down the door and she wouldn't have complained.”


“That's disgusting...” he says through a yawned - the effects of the orgasm washing over him as he cuddles back into the leather couch.


Roy smiles down at him and Edward offers a small smile in return.


“I have a meeting with a few hire-ups soon. I'll see if I can get out of it early so we can get some lunch together, but if I'm not back within twenty minutes you might as well head home. Alright?” he asks, and when Ed nods, he plants another kiss on his lips and leaves.


Edward waits thirty minutes (just in case) before leaving.


He doesn't forget to grab the condom on his way out.