Dangerous

A/N: something old i never put up. tell me what ya'll think of it, hm?


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The door slammed open, "You wanted to see me, bastard?"

"Why yes, Edward, I did..." Roy smirked, beckoning the boy over, and tapping on the desk in front of him, an evil glint in his eyes.

Ed blushed seven shades of crimson. "Here? you want to do that, here?"

"Why not?" Roy tapped the desk again, and Ed padded on over, cheeks still flushed at the insinuations. As soon as he was within reach though, Roy grabbed him by the hips and hoisted him up onto the desk. He dived into the boy with great fervor, one hand on the small of his back slipping slowly under the tank the blonde boy was wearing, the other twining up into golden locks, feeling them like silk between his fingers. He pulled back for a breath, and the boy opened his mouth to speak.

"But colonel, it’s dangerous what if someone walks in? What if someone sees us?" Roy smirked,

"One snap and they'd be on fire. besides," He looked the boy up and down, hand on the boys back slowly pulling him closer, "that makes it all the more fun, all that danger. Not that being involved with you is ever very safe..."

"But colonel..." Roy knew there was only one truly sucsessful way to shut the boy up and it happened to be his favorite. He leaned forward and claimed the complaining lips once more, one hand returning to golden locks, steering the boy's head, the other sliding down the boy's side till it reached the waistband of his pants, and slid around to fiddle with the buckle on the blond’s belt. A squeak of protest from the boy was swallowed immediately, as Roy pulled the belt free of its loops, and made quick work of the button and zipper. Mustang let his lips trail down to the boy's neck, suckling softly, nipping, but careful not to leave any suspicious marks.

"Up" He commanded, hands on the boy's hips, and Edward complied, letting Mustang slip the leather pants he wore off, gasping when the man's hands brushed his swelling arousal. Mustang smirked at this, as he wrapped one hand loosely around the boy's hardness, pumping it quickly, the boy almost wincing at the friction, but instead settling on squeezing his eyes shut and whimpering softly at the pleasure that followed on its tail. The boy opened his mouth again, panting slightly.

"You want danger colonel? Th- *AH* then fuck me!" The boy nearly moaned the words, and one of Roy's eyebrows shot up. It was a dangerous proposition indeed, more chance of getting caught and less chance of squirming out of it with a warning. The thought made him desparately hard, and he let out a surprised moan of his own when the boy shifted forwards, pressing himself into the man's still clothed groin.

Ed pulled Roy's face to his and claimed his mouth again, one hand pawing desparatly at the man's pants, managing to get the fly undone but failing to fish the man's erection out. Roy still whimpered at the contact (in the most manly and distinguished way possible, of course...) and batted the boy's hand away to grab himself out, painfully hard and ready.

It was the worst possible time for the knock to come at the door, but some it did. They both thanked gods they didn't believe in that it had been loud, or they wouldn't have heard it over the blood rushing in their ears. It was quick thinking on the colonel's part, pushing his chair back, where could he hide a pant-less blonde chibi quickly?

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"Colonel, I have some paper work for you here" Hawkeye pushed the door open to see a flushed and flustered looking flame alchemist sitting behind his desk, paperwork strew atop it. She paused, brows knitting half in concern half in suspicion. "Are... are you ... okay sir?" she questioned

"Yes, I'm f-fine, Lieutenant. I'm just *AH* a little tired at the moment. Feeling a little *AH* a little peekish too." She looked at him, unconvinced, but not wanting to press.

"Sir, maybe you should go home, you really do look sick. I can have Havoc drive you if you want..."

"No really *AH* I'll be fine, I just need some coffee maybe, and some warm food. Really, I'll be fine..." He smiled as best he could,

"Alright then colonel, do your paperwork, I'll be back to check on you in awhile." Hawkeye backed out the door, looking confused.

The minute the door shut, Roy let out the moan that had caught in his throat, reaching his hands down to tangle in golden hair.

"D-dammit Edward!" The boy just smiled, lips wrapped around the man's hardness. Another couple seconds and the fingers were tight and grasping in his hair and the man was gasping and shaking slightly. The boy’s mouth filled with the bitter salty fluid, and he swallowed happily, considerably pleased with himself. He pushed the man's chair further back and crawled out from under the desk, straddling the man's lap once more.

"Dangerous enough for you, Colonel?" and it was Edward's turn to smirk.


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