Everyone Needs a Kink

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except a new Magic Bullet blender.

A/N: i know it's a day early, but i was going to write a halloween fic for each of my fandoms, so a day in advance isn't too bad. just a little plot bunny that i thought would be... interesting. let me know how it is!


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Everyone Needs a Kink
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“So, Ed, do you want to go trick or treating tonight?” Roy watched as Edward slowly turned to face him, eyes still firmly glued to the book in his hands.

“I’m a little too old to be doing something so childish.” Golden eyes quickly flicked to Roy then back to the current page. Roy shook his head. His lover really should have seen this coming.

“True, but you’re just the right size to get away with it.”

There was a moment of silence, the quiet before the storm, then, “WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO TINY HE COULD FIT IN A LITTLE PLASTIC PUMPKIN?!”

Roy waited for his little blonde to get his breathing under control before continuing. “Ed, don’t you think Al would like to experience the joys of trick or treating in Central? You have to admit his armor is the perfect costume. And I’m sure he’d rather go with you than me.”

“I don’t think Al would really-”

“Please, brother?” Roy tried to hide the smirk that he knew was there. Ed could never say no to Alphonse, and Roy had convinced Al to help with a surprise he had for Ed, even if Al still didn’t really know what it was. As Al continued to beg Ed, steadily wearing down the blonde’s defenses, Roy’s smirk turned to a gentle smile. It had been a long time since he’d had reason to celebrate any holiday, even one as foolish as Halloween.

“Fine! We’ll go!”

~*~

“No.”

“Please, brother?”

“No.”

“But, it’s so cute.”

“That’s the problem.”

“Please wear the costume, brother. For me.”

Ed glared at the clothes Al was holding before him. They were pink. And frilly. It was a fucking dress! Along with all the little things that went with a dress. There was no way in hell that Ed was going to wear a dress. His glare shifted from the garment to his brother. Even though he knew it was impossible for Al to cry, Ed could almost swear that the glowing eyes were watery.

“But Ed! Since I’m a suit of armor, it would make sense for you to be a princess!”

“Don’t make me transmute you into an extraordinarily heavy paperweight.”

“Fine! I’ll just have to call Winry and tell her a few things.”

“Like what?”

“Let’s see: you scratched your automail beyond buffing it out, you called her the manliest girl you know, you won’t go trick or treating with me, oh, and you’re sleeping with the colonel.”

“Alphonse!” He wouldn’t dare! Ed could already feel the phantom pain of a wrench to the head, and Al was nowhere near a phone.

“Put on the dress, brother.”

Ed glared harder at his brother, but he couldn’t really say it daunted six feet of iron and steel. Unable to face off against an immovable suit of armor and the threat of Winry, Ed angrily tore the costume from Al’s hands and stomped to the bathroom.

Ed tore off his tank top then moved down to remove his boots. After that came his pants, and then Ed was left in nothing but his boxers. He once again glared at the dress and its accessories. There was even a pair of silk panties, and Ed had to wonder if Al had thought this up all by himself.

Thankfully, stockings of any kind had been left out of the ensemble, because Ed was sure nothing would fit over his automail leg other than a sturdy cotton sock. Ed reached over and picked up the underwear, rubbing the material between his thumb and forefinger. It didn’t feel too bad. It was silk after all. Ed thought on it a minute, and then hesitantly worked his boxers down his legs. He stepped out of them and quickly stepped into the panties before he could change his mind.

They were snug, but not terribly uncomfortable. Ed guessed he could live with it for one night. Then he eyed the dress. It was pink, he noted yet again, with yellow flowers sprinkled here and there and white lace at the hem and collar. The sleeves came to a ‘v’ point at the end, which would cover most of his hand. But not enough, and he looked at his automail hand. Then he noticed a pair of white silk gloves tucked into the neck of the dress, camouflaged by the lace of the collar that blended with the lace covering of the gloves.

Ed was going to die of embarrassment. Summoning his courage, Ed quickly grabbed the dress, letting the gloves fall to the floor for the moment, and slipped it over his head. It fell neatly into place around his body, as he was bereft of female curves. The hem fell all the way to the floor, nicely hiding his automail leg, while the only thing visible of his automail arm was his fingers and palm.

The dress had some kind of padding around the waist area that helped poof the skirt out, and Ed was grateful that it at least made it somewhat harder for others to recognize that he was a guy. He bent over to pick up the gloves and placed them on his hands.

Ed finally turned to see himself in the mirror. He just looked like Ed in a dress to himself. This definitely wasn’t going to work. Ed turned to yell out the door that Al was shit out of luck on the costume when his braid caught his eye. Turning back to the mirror, Ed reached behind him and brought his braid over his shoulder. Slowly taking out the band that held it together, Ed unwound his hair and let it fall over his back. His bangs were still in the same place they always were, but if he tweaked them just so…

Shit. Edward had suddenly become Edwina, and the only thing that kept him from stripping and jumping out the window was his brother. Alphonse really wanted to go trick or treating, and for some odd reason he wanted Ed dressed like a princess to go with his armor ‘costume,’ and Ed couldn’t deny Al anything after he’d taken from him almost everything.

Ed walked to the door and swung it open.

“Oh, brother, you look wonderful!”

“Al! That is not something you say when your brother is parading around in a dress.”

“Would you rather me say you look hideous?”

“Just shut up.”

Ed heard Al try to stifle a giggle, but chose to ignore it. He noticed a pair of white calf-high boots, with a woman’s heel, and scowled. But he stomped to his dresser and took out a pair of socks nonetheless. Sitting on the edge of his and Roy’s bed, Ed pulled on the socks and boots and tried to stand. He guessed it wasn’t much different than his combat boots when he didn’t immediately fall over, so he turned to Al. He was grateful that his brother wasn’t making fun of him. He was also very grateful that Roy had stepped out some time ago to go visit some friends.

“Are you ready to get this over with, Al?”

“Yup!”

“By the way, what are you going to do with all the candy you receive?”

“I thought I’d go to the orphanage and hand it out.”

“That’s… a good idea, Al.”

~*~

“I am never going out in public again!”

Roy watched amused as Ed stomped into their bedroom and stood before the bed. His anger was apparently so great that he wasn’t embarrassed to show off his costume to Roy. Not that it would matter; the costume had been Roy’s idea.

“And why is that, Edward?”

“Oh, nothing, just that we happen to run into your buddies from Headquarters who spent the better part of the night following us around and making cat-calls at me!”

“What did you expect in that outfit, Edward?” Roy could barely contain the urge to laugh himself blue.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know anything about it, bastard! Al told me it was you who picked it out. How dare you use my little brother to get your own malicious entertainment?”

“Added a new word to our vocabulary, have we?”

“Bastard! Now tell me why you wanted me dressed in this ridiculous outfit!”

“You want to know why?” Roy slowly got up from the bed and walked to Ed, but when he got there, he kept advancing, forcing Ed to back away until he was flush with the wall. Roy placed his hands to either side of Ed’s head and leaned in until his forehead touched the blonde’s. “This is why.”

Roy crashed his lips into Ed’s, gaining a squeak and a half-hearted shove. One hand moved from the wall and flowed down Ed’s arm, breaking off at the elbow to wrap around the blonde’s back. Then Roy shifted his body to Ed’s side, and the other hand went behind Ed’s knees. Roy then hefted Ed into his arms and walked him to the bed.

“Bastard, what are you doing?”

“What, does my little princess not like being treated like this?”

“You fucking bastard! I’ll have your balls for… What are you doing?”

Roy had knelt down in front of his lover during the tirade and was now proceeding to divest Ed of his boots. As the white leather snaked down his calves, Roy’s hand followed, fingers dancing lightly over skin and metal. When he went for the socks, he heard the hitch in Ed’s breath as his fingers caressed the sensitive arch of the flesh foot. Then he lifted Ed’s flesh leg to his lips and began to kiss his way up, hands following behind, leaving feather-light touches on his lover’s inner thigh. When the dress finally became too much of an obstacle, Roy sat back on his heels, but kept his hands where they were.

“Oh, you are such a pervy old man! This dress is actually turning you on!”

“Hm, is it the dress or the man in it? Either way, Edward,” Roy got up to whisper in the blonde’s ear, “everyone needs a kink.”

Roy had the satisfaction of seeing Ed’s eyes widen in shock. But before anger could replace it, one of Roy’s hands moved from its position on Ed’s thigh to just a bit higher. Roy rubbed the silk of the panties against his lover’s cock, actually quite surprised that Ed had worn them.

“Stop! That feels…”

“It feels what?” Roy placed a knee on one side of Ed, leaning over him, forcing the shorter man to fall back on the bed. Roy brought his other knee up while continuing to massage his lover through the silk. The length beneath his hand was getting harder by the second, and Roy was confident he could make the little blonde see his side of things.

“Nn, feels, uhn, weird.”

“Hm, I don’t think it feels weird at all. Are you perhaps lying to me, Edward?” Roy leaned back a bit so that he could move his mouth into position. As soon as Ed opened his mouth to reply, Roy’s mouth descended and replaced the hand that had been stroking Ed’s cock.

“N-YES! Uhn… uhn… Roy… ah, God!”

Roy tried to hold back a chuckle. His Ed had always been so responsive, but the silk was probably an element that Ed had never felt before, and most definitely never with the heat of someone’s mouth. Roy nibbled the length beneath his mouth a few times before taking the tip, silk and all, into his mouth and giving it one good suck. Ed’s hips bucked off the bed, and Roy had to hold them down with his hands so he wouldn’t get injured. Being accidentally injured during sex was not something he wanted the experience of.

“Now that you’re being cooperative, Edward, how about we lose the underwear?”

A vigorous nod was his answer, and he smirked as hips lifted to allow him to slide the silk down to the knees. That’s where he left them, unwilling to say why when golden eyes peered at him curiously. Using his left hand to once again touch his lover, Roy reached with his right to underneath his pillow in search of the lube he’d put there earlier. When he found it, he leaned down to kiss Ed, surprised at the passion he was met with. Ed devoured his mouth, sucking on his tongue after forcing it into his mouth.

Using a skill he’d acquired some time in his youth, Roy opened the lube with one hand and greased his fingers. He moved them to Ed’s ass and began to massage the tight opening there. Ed was making the most delicious sounds, hips pushing back, trying to get Roy’s finger in him. Roy finally complied and slipped a finger into Ed’s tight channel, massaging the inner walls as he moved it in and out. He added another finger and began searching for the bundle of nerves that would have Ed screaming his name.

“ROY!”

Bingo. He added yet another finger, alternating between stroking Ed’s sweet spot and preparing him for something larger than his fingers. Pretty soon, his lover was begging for him, and Roy slipped his fingers out. He leaned back and replaced his feet on the floor. When Ed asked him where he was going, he answered by moving Ed a little further up the bed so that his entire body was on the mattress. Then he regained the bed, grabbing Ed’s legs, still caught together at the knees, and placed his head between golden thighs.

Roy leaned forward and kissed Ed, practically bending the shorter man in half, but he was young and would get over it. He reached for the lube and spread a little more on his fingers, bringing his hand to his own weeping erection. Covering himself in a few short strokes, Roy’s hands went to Ed’s hips and pulled the young man to him, impaling him in one hard thrust.

Ed screamed his name again, obviously delighting in the pleasure-pain of Roy’s brutal treatment. His legs were at a ninety-degree angle, ass flush with Roy’s hips, unable to move his legs even the slightest bit, though the panties had slipped somewhat lower than the knee.

Roy began pulling out then pushing in at a brutal pace, using his hands to pull Ed back onto his cock when he pulled out. Ed was chanting his name, screaming when he hit his sweet spot, and he moved his flesh hand to touch himself.

“No.” Roy slapped the hand away.

“Then touch me, bastard!”

“I think not.”

Roy continued his relentless pounding, sure he’d hear hell about being ‘too damn abusive’ in the office tomorrow on top of hearing hell about the damn costume when his subordinates start to tease the little alchemist. Meanwhile, he kept a close eye on his lover’s hands, making sure the covers were the only things they fisted.

Roy was close, and he wanted to make sure Ed came with him, so he rose on his knees and used his full strength to pound into the little blonde. Ed’s moans became louder with each thrust, until a particularly forceful one and he opened his eyes wide as he screamed Roy’s name for all he was worth. His muscles constricted around Roy’s dick, and Roy came with his own throaty wail. He fell forward on Ed’s stomach, cheek landing in the blonde’s cum, though he didn’t really care. After a moment to catch his breath, Roy lifted Ed’s legs over his head and slipped the panties the rest of the way off. He then lifted a boneless Ed into a sitting position and lifted the dirtied dress over a blonde head.

Sleepy golden eyes looked up at him. “How did it feel, Edward?”

Sleepy golden opened wider in anger. “I felt like a fucking girl being raped! Do you know how sore I’m going to be in the morning, bastard?”

“Hn, but you liked it, didn’t you?” Ed glared at him, but there was the slightest of blushes on his cheeks. “Well, maybe we can do it again, if you’re a good boy.”

“I’m throwing the fucking dress away!” Ed screamed as he jumped off the bed and ran from the room, pink dress in hand.

But two days later as Roy was preparing for work, he found the silk panties in the drawer and a pink princess dress stashed far in the back of the closet.


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~Happy Halloween!~