Two AM

Roy Mustang despite what many people thought did not spend most of his nights drinking until insanely early hours of the morning. Instead he slept like anyone else would have but maybe not so peacefully certain evenings. Sometimes he did need a little help but that was what doctors had created sleeping pills for. Tonight though sleep had come easily and only several minutes after he’d climbed into bed between the sheets and his dark comforter. As always he slept in his boxers, a habit that he never needed to worry would bother anyone else as he had no roommate, romantically inclined or otherwise, on his small off base home.

That was why the now General could not comprehend why he’d stirred while it was still dark. Not the dark haze just before the sun rose but still properly deep into the night. Dark eyes sleep hazed as they opened part way he tried to roll to his side and get up. However the man found himself quite unable to do so. There was a tug at his left wrist that was almost painful. Confused Roy forced his eyes to open further and looking up, right arm trying to move but found itself equally immobile.

“The hell..” Voice hoarse with sleep and displeased with his lack of mobility, the man’s eyes opened further to see he was bound at the wrists to the headboard of his bed. A faint trace of panic sprung in the man, after all who would be completely calm when finding yourself bound to your own bed at god knows what hour.

Hearing a giggle Roy’s attention was turned away from his bound wrists to see his houseguest who he’d actually forgotten about. Alphonse Elric had gotten his body back and for a few nights with his brother had stayed with him while they cleared up the last of their affairs in Central. Edward was resigning his post as a State Alchemist and they would be going back to live in that little country hometown of theirs. They had both told him earlier their intention of rebuilding their childhood home and spending the rest of their days there. Something Roy had laughed at because he brought up the mention of their eventually wanting something in way of a wife. Edward had fumed and starting making accusations that Roy should be more concerned with his own love life than theirs. Alphonse had just looked amused and shrugged while they both watched Ed come back from his rage. That giggle in his opinion was a bit too happy for his liking.

“Alphonse?”

When he didn’t get an answer he opened his mouth to reply again only to let out loud breath as the blankets were drawn off of him exposing him to the colder air of the room. It was enough to make his nerves jump, but it was the way the young blonde was sliding up along the bed from the foot where he’d dropped the comforter in an almost feline manner that made the hair on the back of his neck stand at attention.

“What are you doing!” Roy knew he’d raised his voice but it seemed a just enough occasion to do so.

Again he didn’t receive any answer and the silence was growing unnerving. The way that the blonde had come up to straddle his thighs making the shiver of fear mix with a sense of anticipation. What on earth was he doing? Why was he up in the middle of the night and sitting in his lap essentially in his bed? The shifting of said person in his lap brought his mind back to the moment. In the shifting the boy had scooted back a little again and his fingers were hooked under the side of his boxers at his hips. The eyes that looked almost silver in the current weak moonlight that filtered through his curtain flitted up to him, almost daring him to object, before those fingers started to slid the fabric down .

Despite himself Mustang found himself lifting his hips up from the bed as best he could to assist. It was enough to earn a faint smile from Al who finished peeling the article of clothing off.

Feeling bare and exposed more so than he really was the elder shifted against the bed as best he could significantly surprised to hear him speak up.

“I don’t want a wife.”

“Don’t..want a wife?” An uncertain pause in the man’s words while looking somewhat oddly at a boy who had still well over two thirds of his life to go through. All the same it appeared Al could say it with more certainty than himself. That had what to do with him being tied to a bed exactly?

“No.”

Roy’s breath hitched slightly as the other parted his legs, to which he was somewhat unwilling. But in the end Al won. An embarrassed flush spread along the general’s cheeks , even down to his neck as it seemed this was going to go further.

“Now you have to be quiet or brother will hear.”

The way the words were whispered made the heat in Roy’s cheeks flare. Since when was the innocent Elric brother so breathy? How did he know how to do any of this? It was in him then and there to object until a tongue started to stroke against the shell of his ear. Releasing a soft moan Roy felt most of the fight drain out of him there, especially when he started to blow against the damp skin. Now the heat on his face was both in a slight sense of shame and a growing hint of arousal. He’d be damned if someone told him this wasn’t sexy. The normally sweet and sunshine little boy that somehow made a suit of armor tender just turning naughty one night. That was part of what made it so tempting, that it was out of character, unexpected and so forbidden with the young boy’s normal behavior.

The hands sliding along his thighs were warm, soft and somewhat small. The sensual movement of the hands was just about the opposite of the affectionate nuzzling against his neck and shoulder. Still the bout of more normal response made Roy relax. Catching a glimpse of the blonde’s face when he pulled back he saw a smirk of confidence, likely the empowering feeling to have made the older man so helpless in his own home. In his own bed.

With that feline movement again the boy shifted back to move lower between the legs of the general. The faint puff of breath against the dark curls made Roy writhe slightly against the soft feel of the sheets under him. Not only that but his partial arousal wasn’t so partial any longer. Now he was fairly hard and the next breath that ghosted over his erection left him to groan softly again head tilting back against his pillow. A hand was running along the inside of one thigh now causing him on instinct to speak them further. Offering and begging in a silent sort of way for the night visitor to continue.

Whether his response to the touch had anything to do with it or not the elder let out a hiss between his teeth as a warm, wet tongue swiped slowly over the slit. It was all a tease so far and was enough to make him painfully aroused now. Relaxing yet not so relieved when the tongue pulled away he lifted his head enough to glance down to see the head of the other boy between his thighs through dark half lidded eyes hazed with need. The sight of Al inspecting him sent another stab of heat to his already swollen length. Dropping his head back and eyes closing the general was trying desperately to push away the image of the come hither glance in those grey eyes. Or the way the boys lips looked fuller when he pouted. How would those lips feel wrapped around him? Oh he was going to hell, now if only he could give a damn.

Roy need not imagine much longer. Without any warning a hot wetness closed around part of his sex. The stimulation made him twitch and moan forgetting about the need to be quiet. When it drifted back to his mind Edward was sleeping in the next room he gritted his back teeth together to hopefully keep quiet. By now the older man couldn’t hear Fullmetal’s snoring over the pounding of his heart in his ears.

He didn’t think that Al would have much experience with this kind of thing but he felt an arm move to rest low on his waist and just above his hips to help keep him down, so it seemed the younger knew more than he had originally anticipated. What Alphonse couldn’t take into his mouth he ran his hand over going between with the pace of his mouth and against as best he could. Focusing was a little hard with a rather exotic looking man biting his lip in attempt to keep himself quiet making him release soft muffled sounds be they groan or whimpers. They were getting louder which was encouraging. Tongue still stroking against the somewhat salty and hot flesh making Mustang arch against his arm to try and buck his hips further into the heat of his own mouth. Something about knowing he was doing with to the cool and manipulative older man sent a thrill down his spine. Just like tying him down had done. It put him in control and that was a feeling Alphonse didn’t get often so he was enjoying it.

Hand speeding up it’s pace slightly and mouth complying to do the same, sucking slightly harder Roy knew he wasn’t going to last long. Between the suddenness of al this and the somewhat artful teasing the younger man had managed he was set to let go. Panting and gritting his teeth he tried to warn Al about his impending release but just managed to make his hash breathing fill the room as well as a low moan louder than was safe in his opinion.

Gagging slightly Al did his best to swallow the hot fluid the other spurted but unused to such things a trail slid down his chin. Once Roy was a boneless heap on his bed the younger let him slide from his mouth. Eyes trailing up over pale skin and dark hair to see if the man was alright. Panting and looking exhausted he seemed fine, a small pleasured smile on his lips. That made Al grin in satisfaction considering it all a job well done in his humble opinion.

“W-Where?” Mustang panted once his mind regained some cognitive thought.

“Books mostly.” He muttered in reply before wiping his chin with the back of his hand glancing down. It looked a little gross and had been rather salty but too lazy to do anything else he licked his hand clean.

“Should have known..” Wanting to go back to sleep Roy hardly noticed his arms were still bound until he tried to get more comfortable. “Are you going to untie me now?”

“No.”

“What?” Looking confused and somewhat annoyed he watched the boy roll off the bed retrieving the dark blankets and putting them over the general. Tucking the man in an adorable fashion that was far more Alphonse Elric he blinked.

“Night Roy. Remember if you’re too loud you’ll wake brother.” With that the boy padded out of the room almost cheerfully the door clicking closed behind him.

Staring at the closed door the general sighed, head dropping back against his pillow. Might as well try to get some sleep, comfortable or no.