Doors

Disclaimer: I do not own FMA. Anyone who thinks so is living in their own little world.

A/N: i would like to say thanks to all my reviewers on 'Favors': milky, Ri, Mazoku_Onna, TrulyWished, pun_xy, Anna, Kumiko, Dragonfly Phoenix, innerchild, Mysty, and Frozen_taho. this is the much asked for companion piece to 'Favors,' inspired by milky's review. thanks milky! i hope you all enjoy!

things you should know: italics=OC thoughts or word emphasis

oh, one more thing: the warning says voyeurism, and yes, it is in here, but i have set the lemon off by *s, and have refrained from mentioning the voyeur in that scene. i have, however, tried to write it so that it sounds as if being described by an outside party, ie actions minus mental reactions. i hope i pulled it off. but whether i did or not, i don't think you'll really end up caring. i mean, it's lemon for crying out loud ^______~


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Doors
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“WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL HE COULD DROWN IN AN OUNCE OF WATER?!!!”

Those in the office of Colonel Roy Mustang looked up as Edward Elric stormed out of said colonel’s private office. This is included his new secretary Private Lacil Allison. She looked upon golden perfection that was the Fullmetal Alchemist, and her thoughts turned to a week ago in the very office he was in the process of leaving. She’d had the little blonde writhing beneath her, yet they had been interrupted. Now, she only had a small window of opportunity to finish what they had started. Edward Elric would be leaving on a mission tomorrow afternoon.

Lacil quickly followed him into the hall. “Ed!” He turned around, and she was almost scared off by the fierce glare he threw her way, but upon recognition of who she was, his features softened.

“Yeah?”

“I was just wondering if maybe I could take you to dinner tonight.” She glided close to his side and whispered in his ear, “And maybe we could continue where we left off a week ago?”

Lacil felt Ed shiver and smiled. But before she could do anything more, such as suck on his cute little ear, he pushed her away.

“I’m sorry, but I have a mission tomorrow.” When she would have offered him a personal send off, he continued, “And I have plans tonight.”

She fought from pouting and graciously accepted the brush off. Someone had apparently gotten to the blonde in the week she had been trying to work off her embarrassment from being caught in such a situation. In the colonel’s office of all places!

Ed continued down the hall, and Lacil returned to her post, thoughts of a naked blonde alchemist running rampant in her head. And this was how time passed her by until it was eleven o’clock at night. She gazed at the clock, surprised, then went to the restroom to splash water on her weary face.

Deciding to call it a night, Lacil returned to the outer office only to see the tail end of a red coat disappearing into Colonel Mustang’s office, a gloved hand pulling the door closed. However, the door just bounced in the jamb and opened itself back a crack.

Curious as to why Edward was here instead of doing what he’d had planned, Lacil sidled up to the door to peer into the small opening. Her eyes went wide as she watched the Fullmetal Alchemist straddle the lap of Colonel Mustang on his couch.

“I thought we were ending these office trysts, colonel?” She saw Ed’s hips move forward.

“Though I would love to fuck you into a mattress, I have important documents that need to be dealt with and signed by morning. So I called you here. You didn’t have to come.” She saw Mustang’s hips move forward against Ed’s in return.

“We don’t know how long this mission will be.” Ed stopped moving. “I don’t know how dangerous it will be.”

“I’m sorry, Ed. I know you wanted tonight to be special.”

“I don’t care where we are, as long as we’re together. Just finish up.”

Lacil watched as Mustang lifted a hand to run through Ed’s bangs. Fingers worked their way to the hair tie holding Ed’s braid and tugged it free. Golden hair cascaded down Ed’s back, and gloved hands delved into the hair once again. She watched as a soft look came into Mustang’s eyes and had to hold in her gasp. In the week that she’d been there, she’d never seen such a loving look on the colonel’s face.

“Nevermind the documents, Ed,” she heard, and Mustang leaned forward to bring Ed into a soft, gentle kiss. Ed’s arms, already around the colonel’s neck, tightened as he tilted his head to give Mustang better access to his mouth. Lacil gaped as the kiss became two, then three, then more; as the kisses became more heated and impassioned, fingers digging into whatever they happened to be holding. Ed and Mustang began to rock against each other once again, and both men broke off the kisses to hiss or gasp accordingly.

“Roy, please, I… I need you.” Lacil felt her face heating at what this implied. This was his plan for tonight?!

“Anything, Ed. Always.” Mustang made to stand, and Ed’s legs wrapped around his waist as he was carried over to the desk.

“Desk sex, colonel?”

“It does need a polish. Willing to give it a go?”

“If anything of mine is ruined, you’re paying for it.”

“I could extend the same warning to you. This is a military office, after all.” Lacil heard the colonel chuckle, assuming Ed had made some sort of face.

“Shut up and fuck me, Roy.” Lacil’s eyes widened more than she thought possible, but she couldn’t find the will to look away.

*Mustang smirked down at Ed and moved his hands to Ed’s pants. Bending over the blonde, he began to lick up his neck, tracing Ed’s jaw with his tongue before sweeping it over trembling lips, asking for entrance.

Ed’s mouth fell open on a pant, letting Mustang’s tongue plunge in. He obviously didn’t think Mustang was going fast enough, as his hands soon joined the colonel’s at his zip. Both sets of hands then hurriedly extracted the smaller man from the confines of pants and boxers, leaving Ed naked from the waste down and panting on the desk. And then went the upper clothes, Mustang’s gloved hands trailing over milky, unmarred skin—save where automail met flesh—down to the creamy expanse of Ed’s inner thighs.

Mustang moved his hands away from Ed’s legs and let them drift back up his sides, rough gloves scratching against his skin, making delicious sounds drift from the panting blonde. Mustang’s mouth moved down Ed’s jaw, across his clavicle, and down to his erect nipples. Taking one into his mouth and biting ever so gently, Mustang moved one of his hands up to the other nipple and rubbed a rough thumb over it. Ed arched into the feeling, straining erection just barely grazing the jacket of Mustang’s uniform.

“Oh God, Roy, please, touch me… I need you… please…”

“No. Touch yourself. I want to see you.”

Ed moaned deeply and moved to comply. Mustang leaned up a bit, giving Ed room to move. Then he leaned away entirely, taking off his gloves and throwing them behind the desk, somewhere in the vicinity of the chair.

Ed lifted his legs and planted his heels on the marble top of the desk, legs spread wide so Mustang could see everything. He slowly moved his arm down his body, pausing as it passed over a sensitive nipple to hiss in pleasure. His hand then continued down his abdomen, across his navel, and fingers reached the beginning of dirty blonde hair between his legs. Scratching his fingers in the short curls, Ed began to pant even more in his anticipation of when his hand would reach its goal.

Waiting no longer, Ed’s hand moved down and grasped his aching cock, his hips lifting off the desk with the sensation. His pace was slow, but nowhere near pleasing, as his moans held traces of frustration. His hand began to speed up, squeezing at the base, thumb passing over the slit at the head, clear liquid streaming down his length in earnest.

Mustang’s breathing was becoming erratic just watching the debauched show. Ed was just a golden god bent on achieving pleasure, perhaps even the mythic Eros himself. He watched as Ed’s hand became frantic, breath hitching at each and every pass of his thumb across the slit. Mustang watched for the telltale sign of Ed’s leg muscle tensing. He was so close. Silently, Mustang leaned over the writhing Ed and at just the right moment, when Ed’s hand was on its descent back to the base of his erection, he closed his mouth around the head, tonguing the slit, and a smirk played at his lips with Ed’s scream of release.

Mustang reared up to kiss Ed deeply. “Mmm, Ed is my favorite flavor.”

“You’re such a perverted old man.”

“Hn. Let’s just see how perverted I can be, ne?”

Reaching over the expanse of the desk, Mustang rifled through a drawer before coming out with a half-used tube of lubricant. Opening the tube, he squeezed some onto his fingers and smeared it around, hoping to warm it, even if only slightly.

“God, Roy, come on. The suspense is killing me.”

“Hn. Fine.” He brought his fingers to Ed’s hole, the blonde’s heels still on the desk, holding him deliciously open for Mustang’s advance. But the colonel withheld his fingers from that tight hole and dipped his head. He then brushed his tongue between Ed’s cheeks and chuckled when Ed yelped in surprise.

“Bastard! No more teasing! Fuck me now!”

“Alright, alright. You don’t have to ask twice.”

“Apparently I do.” Ed moaned in delight as a slick digit pressed inside past the rings of muscle. He nearly screamed when Mustang hit something inside him, bucking his hips, making his renewed erection bounce on his stomach. Two more fingers and Ed was nearly begging for Mustang’s cock to ram into him, to fuck him into the marble desktop.

Mustang chuckled yet again, undoing his pants and pressing the tip of his cock to Ed’s entrance. Without preamble, he shoved in to the hilt in one fluid motion, both men groaning and hissing in pleasure. Mustang began pulling out slowly, almost completely, before ramming back in hard and fast.

Ed’s cries spurred him on as his pace became faster and harder with each thrust. One of his hands came up and tightened around Ed’s cock, giving the blonde something to fuck as he was beautifully fucked on top of the colonel’s desk.

Ed tensed as he came again, his insides squeezing Mustang until he howled with his own release. Then both men collapsed exhausted on top of the desk. It was a long time until either of them stopped kissing long enough to clean up the mess.*

Lacil found herself in a decidedly uncomfortable situation, if the wetness between her legs was any indication. She was completely stunned by what she had just witnessed. The blonde god that she had been pining for an entire week was just utterly and completely fucked by their commanding officer. She needed to leave. Now.

She made to back away from the door, but the heel of her boot caught on something. She caught herself on the doorjamb with as little noise as possible and fled, unaware of the dark eyes of the colonel glaring at her fleeing form.

~*~

Roy stalked out of his office intent on getting lunch, still upset that Ed had—unintentionally—left the door to his office open the previous night. He hadn’t told the blonde, though, because he didn’t know who’d been peeking in. All he’d seen was the unmistakable blue of military personnel. If it had been Hawkeye, he could trust her not to even mention it to him. But if it had been anyone else…

As he passed Falman, the stoic man halted his progress. “Colonel, sir, do you know why there is a request from a Private Lacil Allison to remove all doors from your office?”

Roy’s eyebrow twitched. He glanced at a nearby clock, making sure he had enough time to get to the train station, mumbling on his way out about holding all his calls while he fried a shrimp.