Taken In Hand

part 5: Tethered to You



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The apartment Maes had secured for the General was small, a one bedroom affair, with a tiny kitchenette and one closet of a bathroom. Still, it had wonderful large windows, overlooking the city beyond, facing west to catch afternoon sunlight. Mustang smiled as he walked in, the keys jingling delicately in his hand, before he absentmindedly handed them the Edward, who put them in his little leather pouch for safe keeping. The bulk of the stuff the truck had brought over had been moved to storage, but the essentials were there, the bed in the bedroom, a small array of dishes and pans on the shelves in the kitchenette, the sofa in the living room, the squat wooden coffee table in front of it. The man surveyed his mismatched and battered furniture with a skeptical eye then, thinking maybe he should invest in some new pieces when they moved. After all, he was a General now. The thought made him smile wider.



"So, how do you like it? It's small for sure, but it's cheap and close to base. Maybe this will encourage you to get moving and buy yourself a house, eh? We can't throw you that party if you don't have a house..." Maes was behind him, grinning, still pulling the cart with the trunks. Edward had tried to take it when they had gotten out of the military car, but Maes had insisted the boy run ahead to walk with Mustang, in case the man needed any help when they got up there.



The boy's eyes had widened at this, and he had blushed slightly, but ran up to walk behind his Master, eyes downcast, still clutching the suitcase they hadn't been able to wrestle away from him. He stood by the door now, he had placed the suitcase on the floor, out of the way, and waited for some instruction from his Master on what to do now. When Roy looked back and caught his eye, he couldn't help but look a little lost. But the man just smiled.



"Edward, why don't you get started unpacking the rest of this stuff, you can hang the clothing in the closet in the bedroom, and - well I'm sure you can find a place for everything else, you are the one who packed these." He crossed the room, and laid one hand on the boy's shoulder, squeezing gently, before dropping a light kiss on the upturned forehead, steering the boy off to unpack, knowing he would be more comfortable with a task to complete. He went to the stove then, filling the percolator on the counter with water and setting it on to heat for coffee.



"Hey Roy, the office wants you to come in for a second today." He turned, facing Maes, who was lounging on the couch across the room, watching Edward unpack through the bedroom door. Roy leaned back against the counter, cocking his head to the side. "They want to talk to you a little bit, but then you can leave. You have most of the rest of this week off, your staff is still in East City after all, so you have some time to go house hunting. Between you and that boy I suspect the search will go quickly, I would assume he's pretty capable. At least he seems so." Maes was toying with the piping on the edge of the fading cushions. Then he turned, smiling up at the man. "So hows he been, by the way? I see you haven't gotten him registered yet. Haven't had the time?." The last word was drawled out with a leer, and Roy shook his head at the implication.



"He's been great Maes, and I haven't had time, but it's not that, it's this damn move and promotion. It's good for me, yeah, but its so much work. Edward has been indispensable in helping out the last week though, I don't know how I would have gotten through that without him." Roy smiled when he raised his head and saw the blonde boy standing in the doorway blushing, eyes screwed onto the floor. He held out one arm, beckoning to the boy. "Edward, come here. Are you finished already?" The boy nodded mutely, crossing the room to stand in front of his Master. Roy drew him into a hug then, pulling the boy tight against his chest, laying his chin atop the soft, blond hair. "Well, we should get you registered and such today, get a new collar, something a bit nicer than that monstrosity you had when you arrived. I don't even know where that thing ended up." Pale fingers rose to touch the still tender ring around the boy's neck where the thick leather band used to sit, too tightly. The boy swallowed, the idea of the collar scaring him a little, but reassuring him a bit just the same.



Then Maes spoke, shattering the moment. He spun the ring of keys he carried around his extended finger.



"Hey boys, what say I take you out to some real breakfast, then we can swing by the office for a bit, and we can stop by the main building to get the boy registered, I have his papers in my desk by the way, we should grab those. You guys should be home and ready to get settled in by dinner." Roy didn't miss the dangerous gleam in his friend's eye at his last words, but he sighed and nodded his consent anyways, turning the coffee pot off and steering the blond boy out the door ahead of him.



X



He was nervous as he followed Maes Hughes into central headquarters, waving at someone every so often, most of whom he hadn't seen in a very long time. He kept the Edward's hand gripped tightly in his the whole time, sneaking glances at the boy who was obviously uncomfortable, but putting up a brave face. He was relieved when they got to the office that would be his come the next monday. It was almost empty at the moment though, things being moved in and out, getting ready for his team. He looked around, a little impressed. And then he walked through, to the door on the other side, pushing it open to reveal his very own office, with a door and two large windows, letting in the sunlight.



He smiled, he'd never had his own office before, colonel's didn't get them. Now he had a place to escape from Hawkeye, and the thought made him want to jump for joy. He might have too, if it hadn't been horribly undignified. Instead he squeezed Edward's shoulder, and steered the boy to the couch, giving him a warm smile, a look that said you're doing so well. He heard the small knocking behind him and turned around. There was a woman standing in the doorway, smiling a little awkwardly. She extended her hand.



"Hi, I'm Sheera, I'm the secretary for this office, and I think I'll be working under you, starting on Monday. General Mustang is it?" She smiled and Roy couldn't help but smirk back, extending his hand to warmly shake hers.



"Its a pleasure to meet you Ms.Sheera. I am indeed General Mustang. I was told that there were some things I needed to take care of here today?" He let himself be led out of the inner office, to the table in the main room, where a folder of papers was spread out. He sighed, this was probably going to be quite boring. He only hoped he could get this over with quick, so he could get Edward registered and go home.



The paperwork conspired against him though, taking almost 45 minutes more than he expected. But finally he signed his name once more, with a flourish and slid the last of the paper into the manilla folder it had all spilled forth from. He heaved a great sigh then, and the woman stood from the perch she had taken up at the small desk by the door.



"All finished then?" She beamed at him. He nodded, passing her the folder. "Well, thank you for coming in and doing that. I know you're not supposed to be in until monday, but this will really make things run so much more smoothly till then, and then we can have everything set up for you when you and your team get here." The flirtatious note in her voice wasn't lost on Mustang, and he shook his head softly, but still smiled as he turned, watching her twirling a lock of hair around one finger for a minute. Then he crossed the room, opening the door to his office, getting ready to tell the blond it was time to go. He stopped short and a smile bled genuinely onto his face.



Edward was asleep on the small couch, bangs falling over his eyes, head pillowed on his flesh arm, shirt riding up to expose a sliver of skin on his midriff. Roy crossed the office in silence, gently pushing the golden bangs from his face. He heard a small noise at the door, and when he looked up he saw Sheera, a cooing look on her face.



"He's adorable general. Is he you're son?" Mustang smiled and shook his head.



"No, he was a gift from Lieutenant Colonel Hughes, in honor of my promotion. But he is quite cute." He shook the boy's shoulder gently, and laid a quick kiss on his forehead before whispering into the boy's ear. "Edward, wake up, we have to go get you registered so we can go home."



The boy yawned and stretched, blinking sleepily at the General, before shooting the woman at the door a slightly mistrustful glance. It made Mustang want to chuckle, but he stood instead, extending one hand for the boy to take, pulling him to his feet gently and guiding him to the door.



"Well Ms.Sheera, I believe I will see you soon, but for now we have much business to attend to." He paused at the door to the office and looked back. "You wouldn't happen to know where Mr.Hughes has run off to, would you?" He smiled when she shook her head politely and took his leave, glad to be out of that room. He looked down at the boy blinking sleepily next to him, smiling once again. He squeezed the boy's hand reassuringly, and they set off for the registration office, across the compound.



X



It had taken a bit more time that Mustang had thought to get the registration done as well, and he had still been in the clerk's office when Maes showed up, which was good because he came bearing the boy's papers, which were necessary for the process. Roy heaved a sigh of relief as the slim folder was handed to the teenage girl behind the desk, who popped her gum disinterestedly and went back to checking things on the forms, making sure the boy had gotten all of his shots, among other things. Maes leaned against the counter and grinned at his friend.



"Well General, did you get everything over with at the office? I hope the boy didn't cause you nay problems, must have been bored sitting around all day. Where is the little devil anyways?" Maes cast his eyes around, not finding the shock of blond hair or the bright red coat anywhere in the room. Mustang smiled.



"He's waiting in the hallway. He was fidgeting up a storm in here so i sent him to wait out there. Im afraid its taken a bit longer than I expected though,e specially without those papers. Things should finish up pretty quickly now, we're almost done."



"Any plans for the rest of the night then? You have a lot to do, there are houses to look at tomorrow after all." Maes smirked, and looked at Roy over his glasses.



"Yeah well, I figure we'll grab some dinner on the way home, the boy can cook but I don't have anything at the house yet anyways. Then ..." He trailed off and shrugged, blushing slightly when he was met with a knowing grin from his friend.



"Well Roy, don't forget to get a collar on the way home too, that way you'll have somewhere for the tags to go. You have to display them like that if you wanna bring him into work at least, they won't let him in during work hours otherwise." Hughes jingled the keys in his hand once again. "I can take you over if you want, I still have poor Brosche's motor pool car from this morning, why don't I drive you to home, hm? It'll be just like old times." Roy smiled, nodding his head a bit. Then the girl behind the counter cleared her throat, and handed him the folder, with the small metal identification tags inside. She rattled off the speech from memory, about how different styles and sizes could be ordered with the form she had stapled to the envelope, but the tags were required at all times, especially when on the base.



Roy nodded and thanked her, taking the folder and tucking it under his arm, thinking absentmindedly about what sort of collar to get for the boy. He had considered the option of a wristband instead, considering the marks on the boy's neck, but he wasn't sure whether that would go over well with the guards in his office, during work hours. He didn't want any more hassle for the boy after all. He

felt Hughes drape one arm over his shoulder as he pulled him towards the door.



"So where do you wanna go to get food my good friend, because there's this wonderful xingian takeout place over on Gibson, and its right across the street from that leather works, the one where me and Gracia got our wedding book bound." Hughes prattled on, and Mustang nodded, mostly ignoring him as they exited into the hallway.



The blonde was waiting right where he had been left, but there was a guard standing next to him, yelling at him. Roy strode up to the man quickly, stopping him in mid sentence, placing one reassuring hand on Edward's shoulder.



"Is there some sort of a problem here?" The guard snapped to attention when he saw the bars on Mustang's uniform, saluting crisply.



"Sir, this boy doesn't have any sort of clearance to be here, he says he belongs to someone here, an officer, but he has no tags, and no collar. I told him to get the hell out of here and stop playing games, but the little bitch won't move out, no matter what i do. I -" Mustang interrupted him curtly then.



"Yes, well, Edward here is my property, and I did indeed ask him to stand here while I was in the clerks office, though it did take a little longer than I had anticipated. His tags are right here, along with all of his paperwork. He is a new acquisition, but I assure you everything is in order, and he was only following my requests, as always." The soldier stepped down immediately at that, eyes going wide.



"I-Im sorry sir. Its just that he wouldn't move, he wouldn't tell me anything more, and-" Mustang broke in again.



"I will speak to him about that. You are dismissed."



"But Sir-"



"I said you are dismissed soldier. If I have to tell you again I will have to have a conversation with your commanding officer, Mr..." He squinted to read the man's badge, "Banks, is it?" The man blanched and saluted once more before hurrying back to his post. Mustang bent down to Edward then, seeing the boy's mouth pressed into a tight line, his eyes a little wet, but he wasn't crying. Mustang smiled, squeezing the boy's shoulder lightly.



"That was good, Edward, almost exactly what you should have done. Next time, if someone like that gives you trouble over an instruction you can come get me, and I'll fix it. As for that, we have your tags here now, so that won't happen again." He shook his head, and straightened, taking hold of the boy's hand. "Now Hughes here is going to take us to dinner, then we're going to get you a collar and we're going home." Maes shook his head, then followed the pair out.



"Honestly, that man was just rude, calling darling edward here awful names and swearing. I'll say, lets get out of here."



X



Dinner had gone well, with Mustang deciding to eat in the restaurant instead of brining it home in exchange for Maes sticking around to help him pick out a collar for Edward, who stood silent and stoic through the whole meal, more oddly distant than usual. Roy had shrugged it off though, blaming teenage hormones or something of the sort. Maybe the kid's just tired, then he thought of all the naps Edward had taken in the last couple days and shrugged. Teenagers were weird and unpredictable creatures, after all.



He sighed as he followed his friend into the leather works. They had left Edward in the car, figuring that the boy would do better sitting there in isolation than coming inside or waiting outside the store. He seemed to have bad luck with being out on his own, but Roy quickly reminded himself that this would change that. Once the boy was tagged and collared, he'd be seen by others as a proper slave. Then, Roy hoped, he would be viewed with a little less suspicion and derision, because he was a good boy really, and didn't deserve any of that.



He smiled at the thought of that, only half listening to Hughes prattling on about their choices. He shook his head at the first one the man picked up: thick and wide and red, it was sturdy, but it reminded Roy too much of the collar the boy had had in the beginning, and the welt that had been on his delicate neck when he removed it. The next one was a brighter red, more orange in tone, with a wide strap. It just looked gaudy, he shook his head. The next one was green, ornately braided, entirely too fussy for a teenage boy. Another veto. He drifted away from Hughes then, scanning the shelves, eyes falling on a collar on the shelf that he knew was perfect.



He grabbed it from the shelf, the black leather smooth on his hands, the strap thinner and loose, with a small rasp on the buckle, and option to lock it. It had a D-ring attached, for some sort of lead. Mustang's mind listed a few creative possibilities for it's use, causing him to blush, and almost put it back down. By then though, it was too late. Hughes had wondered over from wherever he'd been looking, no longer being the center of attention. The object was snatched from his hand before he could voice any protest on the matter, and the man inspected it.



"This is pretty good here, Royboy. The strap is thin, but not think enough to cut the skin when yanked, good pressure distribution. The color would look good with the boy's complexion, and there's a rasp for locking and attachment here, in case you need to leave him somewhere, or your worried he might run off. Not that that's really a problem for you, eh Roy?" The man smirked at him, making Mustang blush around the edges, mumbling something about treating the boy well that just made Maes chuckle.



He snatched the collar back form the man and steered him towards the checkout, watching him grab things along the way but not really caring much, as long as it got them out of here and home as fast as possible. He was tired now, and he just wanted to go home, put the clean satin sheets on his own wonderfully comfortable bed and go to sleep. Maes chatted vapidly on as they left the store, the paper bag heavy in his hand. That was until he saw an adorable head of blonde hair pressed up against the car window where the boy had let his head fall in the back seat and he couldn't keep himself from smiling.



X



When Roy had finally hauled his ass in the front door of the new apartment, handing the key back to Edward and thinking they might want to get another one made if they didn't find a house in the next week, he felt absolutely drained. He sighed, throwing the bag on the table, following it soon with his uniform jacket, unbuttoning the shirt a little. He wandered into the kitchen, pouring himself a little drink before drifting back towards the bedroom. Edward was kneeling by the bed, tucking one of the satin sheets around the mattress as meticulously as he could, but not quite getting it right. Mustang smiled, putting his drink down on the night table, and putting his hand over the boy's. Golden eyes looked up a little anxiously, and he couldn't help stroking the boy's cheek gently.



"Here Edward, let me show you how to do that, so that next time you can get it right by yourself." Roy lifted the mattress corner slightly, tucking the edge into a neat hospital corner, slowly enough for the boy to follow the process. He stepped back and motioned for the boy to try the others on his own.



The corner he folded wasn't as crisp as Roy's, his hands were shaking a little, but the man smiled down at him anyways, and he felt himself relax a little bit. He went on, and Roy stepped out of the room for a second, coming back with the bag form the leather works under his arm. He leaned against the door and sipped his drink idly, watching as the boy finished making up the bed. When Edward smoothed the blanket on top into place he stepped back, folding his hands behind him, eyes on the floor, waiting for some sign that he had done well. He felt Roy's eyes on him, then heard the man cross the room again, placing the glass on the night table once more, and the crinkling paper bag down on the bed. One hand cupped his cheek, and the by only then allowed himself to look up into smiling eyes. He flushed slightly.



"That was good Edward, very very good. You may not do it perfectly, but you're trying and you're getting better, which is all I ask of you." The man sat down on the bed then, reaching out to touch the tanned wrist gently, leading the boy to stand in front of him. His hand fell to the bag, rustling gently and Edward felt himself tense involuntarily. He closed his eyes. Relax.



X



When Edward was first taken, he had fought his keeper's bitterly, tooth and nail. It took three men to get him pinned down to put that first collar on, the training collar. It was thick and leather, with D-rings on every side for easier control over his movements. He had hated that collar, and everything about this new life he had been forced into, so it seemed only right to pull and thrash and test it's boundaries, as hopeless as he knew it was. At first they had tried to use physical force to break his rebellious streak, and they had taken to this method with gusto. Edward's collar was used as a handle, with leads and harnesses and other attachments made to break his will somehow. He had ended up with many welts and marks from this period, but they hadn't done much good.



It had taken a much more psychological bind to do the initial breaking, and that had come in the form of his brother. Alphonse hadn't done the things Edward had in the past, the boy had been much more cautious and pious and good. He was the boy's weakness though. Edward could take physical pain himself, he'd had to learn to, living where he'd lived, but Alphonse, well he had been sheltered by his brother fiercely. The mention of the younger boy's detention had caused the blonde terror to still.



Edward had thought it was a bluff at first, Al hadn't done anything, he was innocent, they wouldn't get him, it wasn't right. But life wasn't really fair, and all it had taken was a single lock of blonde hair, and a promise it would be something a little more vital next time, that had stilled Edward. He had almost cried, made them promise, pleaded and agreed to anything. His brother needed to be free. Al would be able to have a good life without Edward there, he couldn't ruin the chances of that now. It was agreed that if he could fetch above a certain price that something would be sent to his brother. All the more incentive to be a good little boy, and so a good little boy he became.



Still the collar wasn't easy for him. The second time, they had tried to put the collar on him free, but he couldn't do it, and he got a sick sense of satisfaction out of the fact that he had to be tied or harnessed to be collared. He behaved as much as his pride would let him, and sometimes more, for the thinly veiled threats thrown his way. He didn't stay in training for long though, luckily enough for him. He was deemed as ready as he could be, training finished, but attitude not yet beaten down. They only laughed, and said someone would enjoy breaking him the rest of the way, deconstructing his spirit. They had whispered to him that he could be as rebellious as he wanted, once he was purchased, that someone would enjoy beating it out of him for real, someone not worried about breaking him and ruining his resale value.



They had warned him sternly then though, that if he were to be returned for any problems he might cause, that they would not be so worried about those things, that he might have need for a new automail piece or two by the time they were finished, but his brother, once he was found, would be in need of a hell of a lot more than that. So Edward had clenched his teeth, and given up his hope, and worked as hard as he could towards getting himself the best price possible, pleasing his captors until he was not theirs anymore. Still, the marks on his neck shown still, as a testament to the difficulty of his journey, both inside and out.



X



He whimpered slightly, as he felt the man shaking his shoulder gently.



"Edward? Are you okay?" The man looked at him with concern in his eyes and Edward wanted to cry. He wanted to be the best person he could, the best follower of this man's orders, for Mustang, for his brother, to prove to himself that he could. But part of him still thought that he couldn't. Submission did not come easy to Edward, the way the polite distance and calculated caring he had shown so far were. He could have done those things for anyone, his training had taken any shame or embarrassment from those acts, he no longer had such luxuries of his own. But this, this was different, and he had to squeeze his eyes shut and clench his jaw in anticipation of this act.



He waited for the cold, smooth slide of leather on his skin, the tight embrace of his neck, the tug to make sure it was secure. His hands were fisted in the sheet in front of him so tightly his knuckles had long since faded to blank white. But the feeling never came, instead there was a warm hand on his shoulder, and he looked up, confused, and somehow illogically a little hurt. He saw only concern still in those dark eyes. He couldn't look at hem anymore, so he hung his head, and he couldn't stop himself from crying any longer. Mustang just pulled him close, wrapping strong arms around the boy as he cried, rubbing reassuring little circles on his back through the shirt he still wore. Gradually, Edward felt himself relax into the contact. The man leaned his head down, whispering soft murmurs, comforting nonsense in the boy's ear until he stopped crying. Edward felt himself being slowly rocked, and it was as peaceful as he had been for awhile.



He pushed his face into the man's collarbone, wishing somehow that he could disappear without having to be let go. He knew that he couldn't disappoint the man, and it felt odd to him that this was the biggest cold slithering thing in his stomach right now. He didn't want to let Roy down. This man was his Master in the way none of the keepers and trainers and tamers of the ring had been, in the way no one had ever been before. It was with this that he relaxed away from the warm chest that supported him, no longer clinging to the man like a life raft. He had realized something: he trusted his Master more than he had ever trusted anyone. The man had had plenty of chances to take advantage of Edward, to force and cajole and demand, but he hadn't. Instead he ahd whispered and courted and convinced, to the point that Edward felt nothing but comfortable, nothing but trusting. The man looked down at him questioningly then, but Edward did nothing but smile weakly, kneeling up at Mustang's feet and leaning his head forwards, over the man's lap.



"Edward, I know this is hard for you, but you don't have to do it if you don't want. Im not sure exactly what it is that you're scared of here, but tell me and I'll wait." Edward flinched slightly at those words. Maybe he was afraid, okay so maybe he was terrified. But he needed to do it anyways. He shook his head mutely, took a deep breath and waited. He felt Roy's fingers on his neck, touching softly, and he leaned into the contact, eager to show the man he could deal with this, all of this. It would all be okay. His voice was weak, and it cracked when he spoke, but still, he opened his mouth.



"Do it, please, just do it." The fingers left his neck then, and he clenched the sheets again at the rustling of the paper bag, and the sound of the metal buckle clanking almost made him change his mind. No, no, no. I'm stronger than that, I can do this if I want to. The irony of the situation hit him then, he had always thought that this would be a sign of weakness, this kind of supplication. Yet it took every ounce of strength he had, and he knew then that he had to do it, that he would do it. He had to be strong, for himself, to show Mustang, to prove he was serious.



Then cold leather touched his skin and he flinched slightly, all other thoughts fleeing his mind as the collar was set on his skin. His breathing quickened as the pale fingers secured the buckle, setting the rasp closed without locking it. He sat for a second there, just feeling it. The band was loose on his neck, not tight and biting, the hands had been gentle, fingers trailing down to cup him cheek then, steering his face up until he met dark, dark eyes above, questioning, a smile on the man's face. Then his Master was bending, laying delicate kisses on his forehead and cheeks and Edward knew he had done right. He had made his Master happy like he had never before done, he had given him something he hadn't given anyone, which seemed fitting as Mustang was himself the first to give the boy such a firm but gentle guiding hand, he was the first to truly govern the boy.



Edward couldn't help but smile slightly when the man pulled lightly, beckoning him to stand, before pulling him forwards, onto the bed, straddling Mustang's lap like they had done before. Mustang pulled his face down softly, laying lips on his, cupping the boy's face, trailing hands down his shoulders to wrap around his back, underneath his tank, peeling it upwards and over the blond's head. Edward felt electric then, like currents passed through him from every point his Master touched, and that word in Edward's brain gained a new weight and shape, a new feel, and he had a new appreciation for it.



His fingers were shaky as he reached for Mustang's buttons, taking the shirt the rest of the way undone tentatively, looking for some sign from the man to stop or keep going. He wanted to feel the warm, solid shape of the man under his palms though, he wanted to memorize every inch. Mustang moaned when he skated the cool automail over a hardening nipple, and Edward returned to that spot, leaning forwards to catch the bud in his mouth, gently suckling, drawing more cries from his Master. He relished these cries, because he knew they meant he was doing something right, he was doing something good for the man.



He shifted his seat atop Mustang then, and he felt the bulge in the man's uniform pants, and he let out a small gasp, inadvertently. He was still surprised, and a little bit proud, that he could cause that, that the perfect General would want him, when Maes said he could have anyone he wanted, and Edward was inclined to agree. He let himself be flipped over then, feeling the weight of the man on top of him, all solid muscle and grace and poise. It was making him aroused as well, and he wiggled a little under Mustang's weight, moaning quietly at the feeling of the friction he caused.



Then the warm lips attached themselves to the boy's neck, and slowly began moving down over his chest, down his stomach, carefully so as not to tickle the boy beneath him, stopping at his belly button, mouthing it slowly as he snapped open the boy's leather pants, shimmying them down his hips and off, underwear carried along with them. Edward whimpered louder at this, the brushes to his hardness now not quite enough for him. Mustang smirked into the boy's stomach and worked his mouth back up to Edward's face, dropping little kisses on his chin and cheeks and forehead, leading back to the warmth of his mouth.



The small keening sounds broke free of Edward's throat as Mustang wrapped one hand around his length. He couldn't help bucking his hips slightly into the man's hand, which made Roy smile into the boy's mouth. He moved his fingers up to his mouth then, sucking them in before offering them to the boy. Edward looked slightly confused but took them anyway, swirling his tongue around them, making Mustang moa quietly at the sensation. It took a minute for him to regain the what senses he had once had, removing the fingers from the boy's mouth and trailing them down his body lightly until they reached the cleft of his toned, tanned ass.



Edward's eyes grew wide when the finger circled his hole, but he did his best to stay still and calm. He whimpered slightly when the finger pushed into him, too dry to be comfortable on the achingly tight ring of muscle. But Edward stilled himself, grabbing his Master's shoulder tightly, burying his head in the man's collar bone. Mustang moved the finger within him slowly, pumping it in and out slowly, before adding another. Edward winced, but bit back any noise he would have made. It was the third finger that made him cry out, clutching Mustang so tightly he might have worried about hurting hm had he been able to think right then. The man pulled the fingers out then, noticing the boy's reaction.



"Edward, we don't have to do that if you're not ready. I'd rather wait until you want to do this, not force you. There are plenty of other things we can do here." Edward just shook his head, eyes pressed closed.



"No,no Master, I want to, I really do. Now, here, with you, it's just hard is all, I've - I've never done that before, any of that, and I don't want to disappoint you." His face flushed then, and his voice was unsteady and nervous. "Besides, I've heard it can be quite nice when done correctly, and I have no doubt you can do it right." Roy just smiled and kissed the boy, spitting once into his hand and starting over, the first finger not hurting at all this time, just making the boy shift a little in discomfort. The second was the same, and the third still hurt, but Edward just smiled up at Roy. He trusted the man after all, enough to wear his collar, enough to be his servant, enough to call him Master.



The fingers inside of him scissored then, catching a small bundle of nerves, causing Edward's slight moans to change tone and volume, becoming a sign of pleasure not pain. He was panting slightly soon, and when he caught sight of the bulge in the man's uniform pants he could barely control the groan.



"Ah, Master. I think I'm as close to ready as I can get. I need to feel you now, please?" Roy laid a kiss on the boy's shoulder, hiding his smile before bending to maneuver himself from his pants. He shifted the boy then, laying him on the stomach while the man aligned with his tight little entrance.



He eased forwards a little then, and he didn't know it could feel this good, clutching at him greedily, like he would change his mind any second. He forced himself to wait then, slowly easing himself into the boy and pausing when he got to the hilt, feeling for the boy's body relaxing around him. It was all the signal he needed.



Mustang drew himself back out of the boy before thrusting back in. It was incredible. There was nothing on the same level as this, at least not something Mustang had ever felt. He crashed his hips against the blond's hard and fast, the plasure mounting in his gut. He reached down then, taking the boy's hardness in his hand and pumping it in time with the thrusts of his hips.



Edward came first, whimpering and keening his pleasure, his muscles tightening, coating his stomach and chest lightly with seed. It was this that drew Mustang over the edge himself, sliding in the boy's juices, he came with a small choked cry. It was fantastic then, to let the boy do whatever he wanted. Neither had the ability or desire to rise then, so they sat on the apartment floor, holding each other, and wishing they didn't have to part so soon.