Favors

Disclaimer: FMA is not mine. if it were... *sighs*

Synopsis: Ed is turned on by a new military secretary, and Roy does him a favor.

A/N: this actually came to me in a dream during my trip home. Ed is of age in this fic, but there is just the slightest, tiniest bit of N/C that quickly becomes consensual. and i mean quick ^_~ we all know how roy operates. this is my first foray into FMA. regard me kindly *bows*

info you might want to know: italics=inner voice, [italics]=Ed's thoughts

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Favors

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For the first time in quite a while Ed could enter the military complex without Al. His little brother was forced to stay behind to care for yet another stray cat the young boy had picked up. Ed loved conditions, because now he could check out—and maybe pick up—the hot new secretary Mustang hired. Well, the hot new secretary that was assigned to Mustang’s office.

What makes you think you can get this girl before Mustang gets to her?

Ed scowled at that little voice in his head. It had been bothering him all morning as he’d waited for the bastard colonel to take his lunch. And if it wasn’t spouting shit to break his confidence, it was spouting shit like

Are you sure you just don’t want Mustang to date anyone?

or

Roy’s too good to go out with the kind of women he does.

It was really starting to get on Ed’s nerves. Walking into Mustang’s office, Ed was met with silence. [Mustang must’ve treated everyone to lunch today; even Hawkeye is gone.]

Ed plopped himself down on Mustang’s couch to wait for them all to get back. He looked over to Mustang’s desk. It was kind of odd not to see the bastard sitting there with that annoying smirk. Ed thought it was almost as if Mustang was dead, for though he hated paperwork with a passion, the military was the colonel’s life. Ed felt a small fluttering in his stomach, but what caused it, he had no idea. He was probably just hungry. The door to Mustang’s private office opened, bringing Ed out of his thoughts. He got up off the couch to glare at the man coming in.

“Where the hell have you been, bastard--” Ed blushed when he realized it wasn’t the colonel. It was his new secretary.

“I’m sorry. Lt. Hawkeye told me to put these on Colonel Mustang’s desk as soon as they came in.”

“N-no, I’m sorry. I thought you were the colonel. I shouldn’t have just assumed like that.”

Silence fell between the two as they stared awkwardly at each other. Ed clenched and unclenched his automail fist, which caught the attention of the young woman.

“Are you the Fullmetal Alchemist?” Ed took in her wide eyes full of excitement and nodded. “Oh! I’ve always wanted to meet you! All my friends said you were hot.” Ed blushed. “And they didn’t lie.” It was Ed’s turn to widen his eyes, as her last sentence had been more a purr than anything. Ed watched as she unceremoniously dumped her load of paperwork onto Mustang’s desk and made her way over to him. There was something like a predatory gleam in her eyes.

That’s the same look the colonel gives you sometimes.

Ed started at that. He’d not realized what the look had been on the colonel, but the one on the woman was eerily similar now that his little voice had pointed it out. And at that thought, Ed felt a jolt of—something—shoot straight to his cock.

“I don’t think my friends did you justice, Mr. Elric.”

She should be calling you ‘Fullmetal.’

Where the fuck had that thought come from? Of course he didn’t like to be called ‘Mr. Elric,’ but only that bastard really called him ‘Fullmetal.’ Everyone else—that he liked or allowed—called him ‘Ed.’

“Call me ‘Ed.’”

“Oh, can I? How cute is that?”

Ed realized he had been slowly backing up against a wall as the woman advanced on him. Isn’t this what he had come here for? Why the fuck was he backing down?

Usually the only thing that happens when you come here is you get into a shouting match with the colonel.

[Shut up!] Ed forcefully shoved his doubts aside. He had indeed come for this very opportunity, and he wasn’t going to let it pass him by.

“You sure move fast, lady. How about your name and dinner first?”

“How about after?” The woman then pressed her body against his, and the feel of her hips grinding into his own had him painfully hard and enthusiastically agreeing. They shared a hungry kiss as her hands traveled to his belt. His flesh hand came up to sneak beneath her uniform jacket and dress shirt to caress her skin. The effect was very pleasing as the woman ground harder into him. The pleasure was beginning to be too much. But they did have all night, if what she said was any indication. So Edward decided to give into the pleasure, and suddenly…

A throat cleared. The young woman, surprised, jerked back from Edward, who barely caught himself as he came off the wall. Both turned to see Colonel Roy Mustang standing at his door, his gloved hand no doubt covering the smirk Ed knew just had to be there. But when the hand came down, there was nothing there but a small frown.

“Ah! Colonel Mustang, sir, there are s-some papers that need your signature-”

“Thank you. Is that all?” The young girl practically ran from the office, slamming the door behind her, leaving Ed alone with Mustang.

And just why are you still hard anyway?

“Fullmetal, I didn’t think the military paid you to grope secretaries in a superior’s office.” The very smirk Ed had thought to see before appeared, and he hated it.

“For your information, she was groping me.” At which point Ed remembered where the girl’s hands had been when they’d been interrupted. He looked down to his pants, belt gone and zipper halfway down. Anyone who looked could see the silk boxers beneath and the erect flesh they housed.

“It looks like she left you hanging, Fullmetal.” Ed jumped at the whisper in his ear, never having heard Mustang move. Then his hands, which had been fumbling to redo his pants, were covered by the colonel’s gloved hand, and his breath caught in his throat. Fingers pulled the zip all the way down and were burrowing their way into silk boxers. Rough material soon brushed against heated flesh, and Ed’s breath released in a hiss.

“What the fuck are you doing, bastard?”

“Hmm, as a man, let’s just say I know what it’s like to be deprived.”

Then Ed’s length was engulfed in the tight tunnel of Mustang’s fist, which began a slow methodical pumping that drove Ed crazy. Wanting something just a bit harder, Ed’s hips began to move into Mustang’s fist and continued to do so even as Mustang stopped moving his hand up and down his shaft. The colonel suddenly pulled his hand away, and Ed cried out in indignation. Mustang smirked and pulled Ed’s pants and underwear down to his ankles.

“I’d get ready if I were you, Fullmetal.” And Mustang fell to his knees and took Ed into his mouth. Ed bucked and screamed and nearly came as that wet heat engulfed his straining flesh. Mustang pulled back, hands on Ed’s hips, and tongued the slit where pearl-like drops of moisture were spilling out.

“Why are you doing this, bastard?”

You know you like it.

Mustang let Ed’s cock slip from his mouth and smirked up at him. “Now, now, Fullmetal. Is that any way to talk to the guy who has your cock between his teeth?”

Ed growled, but it quickly turned to a moan as Mustang went back to sucking and licking his erection. Ed’s breathing was now quite erratic, moans and hisses of pleasure slipping in between his panting.

One of Mustang’s hands began to move up from Ed’s hip, ghosting over his side, tickling his neck, and stopping at Ed’s lips. The fingers coaxed the lips open, and a single look from Mustang had Ed’s teeth nipping lightly at the tips of the glove, holding onto a small piece of rough fabric as the colonel drew back his hand. The glove slipped easily from his hand, and Ed let it go, the white material fluttering to the floor.

The fingers returned to Ed’s lips, which he took in and instinctually began to mimic what Mustang was doing to his cock, licking and sucking until the digits were thoroughly soaked. The fingers were removed, and Mustang trailed them down the small body to the thigh, then around to Ed’s hidden entrance. One finger circled the pucker, and Ed tensed beneath him.

“What’s the matter, Fullmetal? Isn’t this what you came here for?”

Yes!

“No, you bastard.” Ed grit his teeth as the pressure from Mustang’s finger increased.

“Come now, Fullmetal. I might not be soft and curvy, but I can give you exactly what you want.” Mustang’s finger slipped into him, past any resistance, and Ed bit his lip to keep from crying out.

“This isn’t what I want!” Ed felt the finger curling around within him. It was an unusual feeling, and he wanted it to… “AHH!”

Oh, God, tell him to do that again.

A chuckle escaped from the colonel, though he tried to hold it back, and he looked up into Ed’s confused eyes. “Do you want me to stop?” Mustang rubbed his finger against that little bundle of nerves again, knowing the answer.

“Bastard.” Ed’s hips began to push down on the finger, looking for that wonderful sensation again, and he moaned when Mustang added another finger. Then that incredible heat was on his cock again, and Ed had to keep his brain from shutting down altogether.

There was so much pleasure, Ed didn’t notice yet another finger entering him, stretching him and bumping against that wonderful spot off and on. He felt so many different things: Mustang’s mouth on his cock, licking, sucking—[oh, God!]—swallowing; his rough, gloved hand gripping his hip; his fingers moving inside him, overloading him with pleasure when they rubbed just *there*.

Something strung tight in Ed’s lower abdomen suddenly snapped, and he screamed Mustang’s name as he came, his vision going completely white and automail limbs becoming too heavy. As he came back to himself, he was still standing against the wall, the colonel standing over him, keeping him up.

“Colonel…” Ed couldn’t think of anything to say, couldn’t even bring himself to glare when Mustang chuckled in his ear.

“You’re welcome, Fullmetal. Now, how about you return the favor?” Ed started, but before he could say anything, Mustang’s mouth was on his, tongue demanding entrance, and Ed found he couldn’t deny him. Moving his hands from the wall, Ed reached for the colonel’s uniform, intent on removing it. Mustang moved to help him, and soon he stood completely naked before Ed. He leaned in and licked Ed’s ear before whispering, “Lose the shirt.”

Not waiting for Ed to comply, Mustang jerked the jacket from his body, then the shirt jacket, then had Ed raise his arms to discard the last piece of clothing that kept flesh from touching flesh. Before the fabric touched the floor, Mustang had ducked down to lick an erect nipple, and Ed nearly jumped from the electric shocks being sent down his spine from that small sensation.

As Ed suddenly wondered where Mustang’s hands were, he felt himself being lifted. Shaking his pants and underwear from his ankles, he quickly wrapped his legs around Mustang’s waist as the colonel’s cock, slippery from God knew what, slipped into his stretched channel. At first, it hurt, so much so that he drew blood from where his teeth bit into his lip. Mustang held no mercy as he quickly sheathed his entire length in his clenching heat, but he angled it just right that Ed really didn’t care after a moment.

As the colonel set a grueling and punishing pace, his lips descended on Ed’s, tongue lapping at the blood there before plunging forth into his mouth, sweeping along every surface, exploring the orifice that was always spouting out insults and rants. Ed found himself responding enthusiastically, meeting Mustang’s every thrust forcefully with his hips. The colonel unerringly hit that thrilling spot within him with each thrust, and the friction both men’s stomachs were creating had Ed hard again within moments.

Mustang’s fingers were gripping him hard, no doubt leaving bruises on his virgin hips. And so gone in the passion was Ed that he didn’t realize his automail arm raising itself from the wall and into the colonel’s hair, gripping, pulling, then moving to cling unto Mustang’s neck. His automail leg locked with his flesh one, squeezing the man pounding him into the wall.

In reaction to the pain the metal was no doubt causing him, Mustang thrust even harder and deeper into Ed, making the young man see stars as another orgasm ripped through him in such a short amount of time. His insides clenched around Mustang’s thick cock, and Ed felt a warmth pouring into him from the colonel.

When Mustang’s spasms stopped, Ed let his legs down, and both men leaned against the wall catching their breaths. Mustang moved away and slipped from Ed, a slight hiss coming from both men. Mustang moved to retrieve some tissue from his desk, and after they had cleaned up, they dressed in silence.

Ed moved to the door and noticed that it was locked. [When did the bastard do that?]

Do you really think he’s a bastard after what just happened? You didn’t tell him to stop, and he did offer to do so.

“Fullmetal, don’t worry about coming in tomorrow.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well, you’re not exactly going to be in the mood to move tomorrow.” Mustang smirked down at Ed.

“Hmph, bastard. Don’t do me any favors.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” Ed looked up, thinking to find that infuriating smirk, but instead, Mustang had a very serious look on his face. For the first time that day, Ed’s inner voice didn’t pipe up with anything smart or helpful, so he just stared at the colonel. “Fullmetal?”

Ed took a deep breath. “Call me ‘Ed.’”

A beautiful smile spread across Mustang’s face. He leaned down to plant a sweet kiss on Ed’s lips and whispered in his ear, “And you can call me Roy.”

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Ed left Roy’s office with a small smile gracing his lips. It seemed that Roy had come back alone as those of his office were just now trudging in from their lunch breaks. Havoc saw him and walked over.

“Hey, Ed. You didn’t have a mission recently. What are you doing here?”

“The colonel was doing me…a favor.”


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omg, i can't believe i wrote that. what do you guys think?