Wax Poetic

Wax Poetic

Edward gazed up into the passion filled expression of his colonel, reveling in the fact that he was the one who had put it there. Calloused hands stroked over his lithe young body and burning lips quickly followed their meandering path across his skin, making him writhe beneath the larger man. The blonde arched, he twisted, moaned, and Roy gloried in each twitch and sound that he wrung from the smaller boy under him.

Slender fingers skated over taut skin that was slicked with sweat and Ed cried out, nearly sobbing his pleasure. "Oh God Oh God Ohhhh Roy..."

Hands, oh those hands, reached his turgid cock just ahead of soft lips, burning like the flame he was named after and Mustang hummed around him causing Edward to convulse and wail. The fingers lost their firm grip and that mouth slid downward to rest against gleaming curls a split second before something cool and slick pressed against the tight ring of muscle protecting the entrance to his body and pushed, two digits sliding deeply into him, and the burn didn't matter, dear god it didn't matter, because he knew that it would soon be the rock hard cock that pulsed hotly against his calf that speared him in two, and brought him untold pleasure. The appendages inside him twisted and Edward keened, an almost agonized sound pulled from parched lips that panted for Roy to make him hurt more, push himself harder and deeper, make Ed his.

The hand between his thighs was pulled away, and the sweet pressure was gone, and Ed shrieked, empty for just a moment before something much larger was there, splitting him open, touching his soul. He called desperately for more, harder, deeper, there. His commanding officer gladly obliged him.

Bodies surged and hips slapped harshly together in the oldest form of alchemy there was. Roy moaned and rolled his hips; Ed screamed, arching sharply.

It was wonderful and perfect and just plain bliss that had Ed moving against Roy, and Roy was moving over him, in him, and finally, finally those solid muscles tensed, locked. The body over his froze, and Roy's beautiful voice was growling as slick liquid poured into his younger lover, and Edward was screaming his own pleasure as he was pulled brusingly down onto the hard cock splitting him in half. Panting harshly, the boy gloried in the fact that he was the only one who could make Mustang lose his iron control like this....

"...tal...Fullmetal...Ed!"

Golden eyes snapped to focus blearily on Roy. "Y-yes, sir?"

"Were you listening to me, Fullmetal?" Blue grey scorched into sun gold and Ed regretfully traded his day dream for the cool reality that was Colonel Mustang.

"Of course I was, Bastard! If you're done waxing poetic about stupid shit then I'm leaving!!"

Roy just barely managed to keep a straight face as Ed, blushing brightly, snatched up the file containing the details of his latest mission from the corner of his desk and nearly ran out the door.

Idly he wondered if Ed realized that he was mouthing all the right words and Roy's name to himself while daydreaming, and he smirked. With a quick glance at his not quite closed door, the colonel reached down and quickly readjusted his straining erection to lie more comfortably against his zipper and carefully began to plot his revenge for the next; he glanced quickly at his watch; four hours that he would have to sit behind this desk and pretend that he didn't have a raging hard on.

Roy smirked. Oh, it's on, Fullmetal. It's definitely on.

TBC??