Pleasured Deconstruction

A/N: I don't own FMA. I'm sorry this took so long...but there's a lemon. Add sugar and water, and you have a wonderful beverage! Yay....






“This is what you get for fucking kids, Izumi. They see some action and their little asses just pass out.”

“Shut up, Kimblee. Ed didn't know about us.”

“US? So there's an us now, eh? That's funny. We weren't us last week when I called you and wanted to make time.”

“By Ishbal, just shut up! You wonder why Roy left you...it's because of your FUCKING LOUD ASS MOUTH!”

Angry arguing voices wafted over me as I struggled to sit up. My head throbbed and my mouth was dry as I opened blurry eyes. Vision cleared, I saw Izumi looking uncharacteristically concerned and Kimblee grinning. I sat up quickly and backed up, hitting my already aching head on the bedroom door.

“Don't run scared, Eddie. You already saw the good part!” Kimblee grinned and started towards me. Instinct made me inch up the door until I was standing.

“You owe me some push ups, fresh meat,” He drawled, his strange amberish eyes drooling over me. He was like a dog who could smell my fear. It was quite harrowing if I do say so myself.

Suddenly Kimblee was thrown on the bed and struggling against the sheets. Izumi smothered him in the sheets using two wooden hands that she transmuted from the wall. “The more you struggle, the tighter the sheets become,” she called over to the writhing man. She walked over to me, seemingly amused by my wide-eyed appalled look.

“W-When did you leave the apartment?” I stumbled, the curious words falling out of my mouth. Izumi gave me a sadistic smile and leaned down to kiss me gently on the lips. “Shortly after you did. You really thought I was going to hurt Roy, didn't you?”

Hurting Roy was obviously news to Kimblee. He struggled again against the sheets, his face reddening. “What's this bullshit about hurting Roy? Huh? Answer me!” he screamed, attempting to put his palms flat on the sheets. Izumi placed her hand on the bed, causing a blue light to appear and wooden hands came through the bed to further hold Kimblee in place. Izumi wordlessly turned back to me, the look on her face now one of annoyance.

“Did you want something, Edward?”

Hopefully, me running out of the room was answer enough for her.
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By the time I came back outside of Izumi's house, the grass looked greener, and that meant the sun would come up soon. Like a good vampire, I wanted to be home by the time the sun came up. I walked briskly to Roy's apartment, and soon that brisk walk became a jog, and then that jog became an all out sprint as I raced home to beat the sun. Hopefully, he would be there and we could talk and maybe I could get him to hate me a little less than he did at this current moment, which was probably a lot.

Panting as I ran up the steps, I saw a tall, lean figure leaning against the door.

“Roy?” I hissed, not wanting to disturb any other neighbors.

“No, fool. It's Maes.” 'FUCK!' “C'mere, Ed.” Inwardly I groaned. Roy had to be in some serious shape to call Hughes over to console him, and Hughes must have felt bad for Roy to come over. In the six years of his daughter's life, he has never missed a single tuck in or wake up moment with her. I walked over to Maes and he grabbed me and tousled my hair before giving my narrow shoulders an brief hug.

I opened my mouth to speak, but Maes smiled and shook his head. “No excuses, Fullmetal. You know what you did was wrong. But whatever it was, it's in the past, and Roy loves you. Now go fuck him and make everything better.” I smiled at Hughes's advice. No wonder Gracia loved him so.

Hughes pushed open the apartment door for me and smiled. “Don't worry about breakfast, I cooked a fantastic meal for you all. Roy was awake but laying in the bed bemoaning his existence. I'll tell Haruko that you two are taking today off.” He looked down and thumped his watch and grinned. “Elysia will be up in about 30 minutes. Time for daddy to go see his angel rise. Perfect timing, Ed!” Hughes raced down the steps, not even waiting for me to thank him.
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'Did I say thank? Friggin idiot! Some culinary delight he prepared!' I stared at the reheated boxes of Chinese food from last night with my hands on my hips and my flesh foot angrily tapping. That damn Hughes...he never misses a beat! I snatched a tray and filled two bowls with food and headed towards the bedroom, hoping that Roy wouldn't dump the food on my head. I assumed that Roy would be hungry, as I noticed a bong on the living room table and the smell of fresh green still hung in the air. I also noticed that my Sesame chicken was gone, and I knew Hughes happened to be a Sesame chicken aficionado.

“Maes? I'm not hungry. I just-” Roy quieted when he saw me walk into the room with the tray. I swallowed nervously and set the tray down on the dresser where some 20 odd hours ago I was pleasureably made sweet love to. Ocean eyes watched my every move, so I stopped moving. I stood there in my khaki cargo pants and my white tank staring at Roy. He lay in the bed like a wounded animal, huge blue eyes just...staring. Instinct said to walk over and hold him, comfort him, but fear of rejection made me stay close by the door. Less feet I'd have to walk when he told me to get the hell out. I waited for my invitation to leave the premises, but it never came.

“How is Klause?” 'WHAT?! WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME THAT?' The question caught me off guard. Instead of blurting out 'huh' like usual, I shrugged with a blank stare, trying to edge off the intensity of the situation. Roy noticed and explained himself.

“I asked because I smell her loud shampoo on your hair.” 'Oh. Calm down, Ed! Damn...you aren't on trial...' I nodded and leaned against the dresser, knocking over Roy's cologne. 'Stupid. Fumbling like a circus monkey.' Roy stared at me and slid over in the bed. “Come over here where its safe. Come on,” he urged when I hesitated. Roy smiled warmly and patted the space beside him. Chewing on one of my nails, I walked over and sat on the bed.

I sat down gingerly and bounced on the bed. “Comfy,” I stated and Roy smiled.

“Not without you,” he whispered, leaning his head in my lap. I hesitated again, but then gently began to stroke his thick strands of hair, letting my fingers drown in the river of black ink. “Mmmmmm,” he moaned, scooting over closer to me. Emotions swirled within me. I wanted to snatch Roy and run as far away with him as I possibly could, but that was nonsense. Instead, I'd have to make the most of these precious moments, and I intended to take full advantage. The horrors of the night were blocked out as I pulled up the covers over me and lay side by side with Roy, looking into his eyes.

“I missed you last night, Ed.” The warmth in his voice made me weak and I kissed his forehead.

“I missed you too, Roy.” He leaned over and kissed my lips, and then planted a kiss in the palm of my auto mail hand. He placed the cold metal against his cheek and closed his eyes and rocked back and forth with his head in my hand. I looked at him and I felt so...so connected with him.

“Roy, I-” I started but was silenced with a lingering kiss.

“I don't want to talk, Ed. I just want to feel you, touch you, make love to you. Can you do that for me?” His raspy pleas moved something massive within me and I felt light and worthy of this experience. I smiled and kissed his eyes, tasting the salt water that accumulated there. I kissed his cheeks and the bridge of his sharp nose, then I kissed his lips, tasting his mouth. He moaned and pulled me closer when my tongue made its way into his mouth and I felt his hand kneading my ass. I could feel his erection on my thigh-

'Did I mention he was naked under the covers?'

-and it dug into my leg with persistence. My mouth went dry as I pulled off my clothes, blushing at the way Roy looked at me. He sensually licked his lips 'Wow...' and kissed my neck lovingly.

“Tell Klause I absolutely love her shampoo,” Roy gushed, burying his face in my hair. I grinned happily and rolled on top of him, shaking my long hair onto his face. He always enjoyed that; he told me once his mother used to do that to him when he was younger to tickle him, and to this very day it still makes him laugh.

'I wonder if Zolf ever did that to him.'

Thoughts of my new nemesis faded when I felt Roy's ever hardening erection beneath me. I thought about Izumi's warning of sleeping with Roy and smiled. She said not to sleep with Roy last night. Last night is now this morning. And this morning I'm going to have relations.

Lifting myself up slightly, I steadied Roy beneath me and sat down slowly, taking him inch by painful inch inside of me. And believe me, Roy had many inches. I hissed as I felt his hard flesh invade my behind and my fingers on both hands, metal and flesh, curled. I turned my head slightly and closed my eyes, adjusting to having Roy inside of me.

“Edward.” I opened my eyes and looked into Roy's face. 'Beautiful.' He reached up and stroked my cheek, running his fingers over my lips. I took two of his fingers and licked them, teasing them with my tongue. I felt him stiffen even more and when I shifted slightly-

“Oh shit!” I cried out. No matter how we fucked, Roy ALWAYS could hit the right spot. It didn't matter if he was doing the work or me, but it was like his head and my prostate were determined to find each other. Roy grinned like Cheshire and placed his hands on my hips and started pulling me back and forth on him. Occasionally he would thrust upwards causing me to whimper and moan like a giddy bitch, but I'd rather moan for him than anyone else.

Roy turned me over and stroked my back lovingly before pulling my ass up and taking me from behind. I was in love with it, the pleasing 'thwack' sound of his balls slapping my ass, the way he would caress both of my legs, even though I could only feel one, the pleasure of his warm, wet tongue sliding from the middle of my back straight down and then into my puckered asshole before being rammed again and again with his swollen member. Ladies and gentlemen, this is love. Roy's thrusts became faster and faster and I began to pump my own erect cock. I felt Roy's hand over mine underneath me and together we stroked while he pistoned away inside of me.

“Roy...yes...unghhh...more...please...” I chanted, knowing the effects my begging had on his already grandiose ego.

“That's right slut...you like this cock don't you?” he panted in my ear, making precum shoot out of me.

“Yes!”

“What, bitch?”

“YES!”

“Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“I want you to fuck me, Roy! Fuck me like a nasty whore!”

“You want this cock, bitch? You want this cock to cum in your asshole?”

“FUCK YEAH!”

“Mmmmm...ohhhh oh shit....Ed...oh FUCKIN A!” Roy screamed, grabbing me and burying himself as deep as possible inside of me. I felt his searing hot seed shoot inside of me as I nearly passed out from the 'strenuous activity'. He collapsed on top of me, both of us panting and bathed in sweat.

After a few minutes, I managed to squirm away from him and lay beside him, giving him curious looks. Most of the time Roy saved the shit talking for special occasions, like holidays or birthdays. He brushed some of my hair out of my face and laughed.

“You should see your face, Fullmetal. You look like someone shit in your hand and told you it was a melted candy bar.” he laughed and stood up and walked past me, his still semi hard cock almost hitting me in the head. He returned with the glass bong and brought the tray of food closer to the bed. I sat up, putting a pillow behind my back.

“Roy...what was that all about?”

Roy offered me a forkful of Teriyaki chicken. I shook my head and pushed the fork away. “Are you going to talk to me or not?” I asked, my annoyance growing.

Roy shook his head. “I told you I don't want to talk. I wanted to make love to you, and I did. Now I'm on to bigger and better things.”

I exploded. “SO YOU THINK I'M JUST SOME MIDGET YOU CAN FUCK AND TOSS ASIDE LIKE A BAZOOKA JOE WRAPPER? YOU THINK I'M SO SMALL THAT I CAN'T REACH THE REFRIGERATOR AND OPEN IT AND SEE THAT YOU GAVE MY SESAME CHICKEN AWAY?!!!” Roy looked at me like I was insane. He threw his chopsticks down and stormed angrily 'And still naked' out of the bedroom, his dick bobbing left and right. I peered around the corner when I heard banging and clanging in the kitchen and tried to look inconspicuous as Roy charged back to the room.

“Here.” I looked at him to see the familiar white box with the red dojo and dragon on it. I popped it open and saw the white seeds, and yet again I was humbled. “I saved your goddamn chicken. I would never give your chicken away, Ed. Never,” he whispered. I saw the look on his face and I stood up in the bed, just barely taller than him, and gave him a strong hug.

“I know you'd never give my chicken away,” I whispered. I buried my head in his neck and he held me for a long time, stroking my back. I had to fight to hold in my tears.
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“Roy, I really need to talk to you.” My pleas seemed to be falling on deaf ears, not that I wanted to talk anyway. After we finished eating, Roy snapped his finger, lit the bong, and soon both of us were lit. He was always so cute when he smoked; his face would turn red and his eyes would turn green. Tre' hot.

Roy looked at me and burst out laughing. I looked back and laughed too, everything seemed so funny. We were naked, in bed, chunks of fried rice and sesame seeds were all over the bedspread. My head throbbed and the room looked fuzzy. Roy smiled stupidly and stood up to put some pants on.

“C'mon, Fullmetal. Just because you're fucking the Colonel doesn't mean you get to skip work. Ross reported to me that you were late yesterday and a couple of days before that.”

'WHOA!' I had never gotten over a buzz so quickly! I sat up in the bed and wiped my mouth, trying to appear innocent. “I overslept.” 'Good lie, fuckbag. Too bad he doesn't believe it.'

Roy cocked his head and gave me a strange look. “But you were wide awake every morning I left. Especially yesterday,” he purred, bending down to give me a soft kiss. I ambled out of bed and put on my black leather pants, leaning over to put on my boots.

'SLAP!'

“Hey, hey, cease fire!” I yelled, rubbing my ass where Roy smacked me. He laughed heartily, his shoulders shaking. I scowled at him, but I couldn't stay mad. It was like I was watching him in slow motion, the way his bare chest gleamed, the few gray hairs that were growing in his inky black hair, the way his dark blue eyes watered from the laughter, the way the faint lines on his face deepened when he smiled. Strange, to fall in love with a laugh, but yet I was.

Roy stopped laughing and looked at my intense stare. “Are you mad? Ed, I didn't mean to hit you that hard.” He gathered me into his arms and rubbed my sore spot gently. I buried my head in his chest and looked up at him with sparkling eyes.

“Sucker.” I screamed and ran when he tried to hit me again.
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About thirty minutes later, Roy and I were in his big shiny Cadillac driving to Central. My ass really did hurt-when he caught me the second time he spanked me and then got horny again and gave me a quickie. I guess he noticed me shifting because he reached over and stroked my leg, calming me down.

“I got a bit overzealous. Forgive?”

I smiled. Roy was such a sweetheart. He had to be calm and cold on the outside, for the sake of his life and the lives of those that followed him. He couldn't show compassion, because in the military compassion is seen as weakness. Leaders can not afford to be weak. Too much was riding on their shoulders, and that's why at the age of 34 Roy already had gray hairs growing on his body. I never pointed them out and definitely never plucked them. My mother told me for every gray hair you pluck, three more grow in its place.

“Forgiven,” I said, kissing his hand. He nodded and pulled up close to his office and put the Caddy in park.

“Now I want you to behave, don't talk to strangers, and remember to drink all your milk,” he said in a high pitched voice that made me laugh.

“Go to hell, Colonel.”

“Are you coming with me?”

My eyebrow twitched. “I see you have jokes. I have something for your ass, and you'll get it tonight!”

Roy laughed again. “Get your Mini Me ass out of my car. I'll be back at 3:45. Be out here or be left.” I stuck my tongue out and was happy when Roy captured it between his lips. We kissed for a few minutes before I opened the door to get out.

'Oh crap!'

“Hey...If Izumi comes by the house...don'topenthedoor,” I said in a rush.

Roy winced and nodded. “I can do that.”

I nodded back and blew him a kiss, which he turned on his windshield wipers to wipe away. I gave him the finger and he gave me the 'thumbs up' sign and grinned. Shaking my head and walking away, I walked upstairs to Roy's office, greeting everyone I saw. I stepped inside and closed the door, sighing. Alone at last! Now I could get my shit together and figure out a plan about Izumi.

“So Fullmetal, tell me about this plan with Izumi.” I jumped and whirled around to see Kimblee emerging from a shadowy corner in the office. He walked over to the door and locked it and grinned sadistically at me, those amber eyes glinting in the sunlight.

'Fuck! Why can't people just leave me alone?!!'

Poor Ed...he's so agitated. There's a lemon next chapter too....