Another Duty
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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
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2,296
Reviews:
2
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Currently Reading:
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Another Duty
It was an hour before noon, an hour before the usual tray of steak and tea would come in via \"Douglas.\" However, today he had a special visitor. One that he had at one time \"met.\"
The knocking upon the door signaled the arrival of his guest. With a quick adjustment to his hair and uniform he now calmly stood as the door opened and closed behind the colonel. The Flame Alchemist\'s black hair was swept back, gloved hands nervously tracing the symbols of fire.
\"You wanted me, sir?\" Mustang questioned, dark orbs slowly meeting the other\'s.
\"Yes indeed, Mustang. Now, you know what I want.\" He shut his eyes, smiling as he always did. Mustang moved to the desk, facing the other as he fumbled at the coat\'s buttons with high anxiety. It wasn\'t the first time that he had done this, but every time he did it was the same. The man felt his face flush due to the shame that always came with his stripping for the other. Admittedly he loved what he got soon after, but was so proud that it drove him literally insane.
The coat had been discarded to a chair along with his uniform, undershirt, and black boxers with a fireball pattern. Now Mustang waited for movement from the other. The smallest suggestion needed to be made before he\'d do as he was taught.
The Fuhrer moved forward as the younger man dropped to his knees, blushing softly as he moved his hands to the elder\'s pants, undoing the button and lowering the zipper hesitantly.
He questioned with a simple gesture whether he should remove his gloves or not, but the darker hand rested atop the younger man\'s jet hair.
\"You know I like those on.\" The voice purred soothingly.
Blushing more brightly he did as his superior, his Fuhrer wished and traced the limp member, the submissive smiling with pride as the elder gave a small pleasured sound.
A trembling finger trailed along the base of the member lightly, the soft lips parting to take the head in. A small sound left him when his superior\'s hand clutched his hair. The texture was odder than FullMetal‘s. The shaft of this man was coarse and lumpy with veins as well as plump. The Elric\'s shaft was slender and barely ridged with veins. It also curved in a gentle manner that he loved. This contrast had taken his mind away from his current actions, thus the man gagged him when he forced the hard member into his mouth entirely.
Laughing lightly Bradley allowed the other to pull back.
\"On the desk, Mustang.\" It was an order or so it registered in his mind, causing the man to move to his feet only for him to soon give a startled sound as he was spun around and forced onto the desk, his chest pressed against the wood. He knew that he would get no preparation.
\"Pride, please...\" The voice wavered, only to cry out in shock and in pain. The gloved hands balled up, tears splashing onto the desk. One hand was gripping the pale hip now, the other drawing out the blade from its sheathe. Smirking, Bradley began his art, giving the other time to adjust. Blood began to flow from the alchemical symbols now carved upon the back, driving him to extreme lust. He threw his sword to the side, both hands firmly planting themselves upon the slender hips, man delving in further. With a steady pace he thrust himself in and out, slowly tracing his hands around the front of the man, fingers wrapping about the erection.
\"Whore.\"
\"Yes sir!\"
\"Dirty whore of the military!\"
\"A-Ahn! Yes sir!\"
Tears welled in Mustang\'s eyes, the tears a mixture of pleasure and humiliation. He no longer gripped the desk. Instead, the gloved hands moved, spreading the cheeks open.
\"Oh, GODS! Pride, dig it in HARDER!!\" The man begged, tossing his head back when his wish was granted. Pants left them both more heavily as the heat equally increased. Mustang came with a scream with the tossing back of his head that final time, the once firm grip faltering on his own fleshy cheeks. The Fuhrer continued to pound in before groaning, shooting the cum deep into the other\'s ass. Slowly he withdrew, collapsing into an empty chair.
\"Seems you finally have a use, boy.\" He smirked, pleased.
\"Shut up!\" The voice was now more feminine, the colonel\'s form shifting into that of a slender pale boy. The green hair fell about this curvy figure, Envy\'s general clothing appearing over the bare flesh.
“I won\'t always do this, after all.\"
~*~
Authors note: This has been sitting on the poor system useless for a while, so I decided to finally put it up. Now, dear readers, I have a request for you. I am getting desperate for writing ideas (preferably yaoi with a little detail to it) and I\'m more than glad to take requests. Please save me! =3
The knocking upon the door signaled the arrival of his guest. With a quick adjustment to his hair and uniform he now calmly stood as the door opened and closed behind the colonel. The Flame Alchemist\'s black hair was swept back, gloved hands nervously tracing the symbols of fire.
\"You wanted me, sir?\" Mustang questioned, dark orbs slowly meeting the other\'s.
\"Yes indeed, Mustang. Now, you know what I want.\" He shut his eyes, smiling as he always did. Mustang moved to the desk, facing the other as he fumbled at the coat\'s buttons with high anxiety. It wasn\'t the first time that he had done this, but every time he did it was the same. The man felt his face flush due to the shame that always came with his stripping for the other. Admittedly he loved what he got soon after, but was so proud that it drove him literally insane.
The coat had been discarded to a chair along with his uniform, undershirt, and black boxers with a fireball pattern. Now Mustang waited for movement from the other. The smallest suggestion needed to be made before he\'d do as he was taught.
The Fuhrer moved forward as the younger man dropped to his knees, blushing softly as he moved his hands to the elder\'s pants, undoing the button and lowering the zipper hesitantly.
He questioned with a simple gesture whether he should remove his gloves or not, but the darker hand rested atop the younger man\'s jet hair.
\"You know I like those on.\" The voice purred soothingly.
Blushing more brightly he did as his superior, his Fuhrer wished and traced the limp member, the submissive smiling with pride as the elder gave a small pleasured sound.
A trembling finger trailed along the base of the member lightly, the soft lips parting to take the head in. A small sound left him when his superior\'s hand clutched his hair. The texture was odder than FullMetal‘s. The shaft of this man was coarse and lumpy with veins as well as plump. The Elric\'s shaft was slender and barely ridged with veins. It also curved in a gentle manner that he loved. This contrast had taken his mind away from his current actions, thus the man gagged him when he forced the hard member into his mouth entirely.
Laughing lightly Bradley allowed the other to pull back.
\"On the desk, Mustang.\" It was an order or so it registered in his mind, causing the man to move to his feet only for him to soon give a startled sound as he was spun around and forced onto the desk, his chest pressed against the wood. He knew that he would get no preparation.
\"Pride, please...\" The voice wavered, only to cry out in shock and in pain. The gloved hands balled up, tears splashing onto the desk. One hand was gripping the pale hip now, the other drawing out the blade from its sheathe. Smirking, Bradley began his art, giving the other time to adjust. Blood began to flow from the alchemical symbols now carved upon the back, driving him to extreme lust. He threw his sword to the side, both hands firmly planting themselves upon the slender hips, man delving in further. With a steady pace he thrust himself in and out, slowly tracing his hands around the front of the man, fingers wrapping about the erection.
\"Whore.\"
\"Yes sir!\"
\"Dirty whore of the military!\"
\"A-Ahn! Yes sir!\"
Tears welled in Mustang\'s eyes, the tears a mixture of pleasure and humiliation. He no longer gripped the desk. Instead, the gloved hands moved, spreading the cheeks open.
\"Oh, GODS! Pride, dig it in HARDER!!\" The man begged, tossing his head back when his wish was granted. Pants left them both more heavily as the heat equally increased. Mustang came with a scream with the tossing back of his head that final time, the once firm grip faltering on his own fleshy cheeks. The Fuhrer continued to pound in before groaning, shooting the cum deep into the other\'s ass. Slowly he withdrew, collapsing into an empty chair.
\"Seems you finally have a use, boy.\" He smirked, pleased.
\"Shut up!\" The voice was now more feminine, the colonel\'s form shifting into that of a slender pale boy. The green hair fell about this curvy figure, Envy\'s general clothing appearing over the bare flesh.
“I won\'t always do this, after all.\"
~*~
Authors note: This has been sitting on the poor system useless for a while, so I decided to finally put it up. Now, dear readers, I have a request for you. I am getting desperate for writing ideas (preferably yaoi with a little detail to it) and I\'m more than glad to take requests. Please save me! =3