Independence

A/N: why? because i can. and cause it's a holiday. and cause i didn't get to write anything for st. patrick's day. and cause BrucesGirl wanted ed topping roy. i tried my best *hangs head*


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Independence
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Damn fucking ass general!

Edward Elric wanted to throw something. Bad. He wanted to maim and destroy, and his prime target was Roy fucking Mustang, arrogant prick and all-around son of a bitch.

It didn’t matter that Ed had gone through so much shit in the past four years just to get home. It didn’t matter that in those four years he’d hated himself for having left the way he had. Oh, not regretful that his brother had been restored, but sad that he’d left things that way with the Colonel, merely slapping his hand and giving his usual cocksure grin before pelting away to fight an enemy he couldn’t defeat.

It wasn’t important that the first thing he did when he’d gotten back was practically crawl his way to the fucking General’s house, scared, euphoric, and all-around in pain, asking for a little comfort and getting more than he bargained for, but much more than he’d ever thought possible. And it certainly wasn’t important that after everything, after all that, after being a dog of the military and “dying” protecting the world – fuck the country – the world from danger, he was still a loyal member of the Amestris military, under the command of General Roy Mustang, a place he actually wanted to be.

No, none of that was taken into consideration. And that’s why Ed was so fucking mad he couldn’t see straight. He had just come back from a very stressful mission, because, hell, who better to send on a mission that no one had any intel on because there’s an off chance that something might go down that only Ed had the fucking luck to get out of without fucking dying? And what was he given for his hard work and eventual success? Fucking criticism, that’s what.

He could see it before him, as if a play being performed, written based on years of prior situations.

[Jean Havoc: (with lots of grief) Honestly, Chief, can’t you complete at least one mission without causing the rest of us to fill out a bunch of paperwork?]

[Riza Hawkeye: (stern) Edward, I ask that next time you wait for proper backup before engaging the target. This sheds an unsavory light on not just you, but the General as well.]

[Alphonse Elric: (disappointed) Really, Brother, when will you think things all the way through before you act?]

[Roy-asshole: (with that goddamned, condescending, smug fucking smirk) It’s quite surprising that even someone of your (slight pause) stature is so dependent on others.]

Dependent! Dependent? Ed was fucking dependent!? Yes, when he’d been a fucking child, he’d depended on Mustang for quite a few things, such as backing and missions having to do with the Philosopher’s Stone, but never, never for anything else of any importance or merit! His paycheck had gone towards food for himself, as well as any emergency repairs he may have needed on his automail, unless, of course, he’d been damaged on duty, then the military had paid.

And yes, Mustang had taken a lot of heat and responsibility for the things he’d done or fucked up when he’d been a child and bent on resisting any kind of authority pushed on him, but he wasn’t a child anymore, dammit!

His ghosts were mostly laid to rest, his brother was whole once again, and he was home. He was old enough to take responsibility for his own mistakes; the fucking General didn’t have to worry about it anymore, even though, as a General, Mustang had more clout than ever, so he really couldn’t get in trouble with anyone for a mere major’s screw-ups.

But, Ed smiled bitterly into the darkness of the military dorm, something of importance had changed. When the others had said all those infuriating things, had insinuated that he was still the idiot child he’d been years before, Ed hadn’t said a damn thing.

He could only imagine the looks of surprise and shock on their faces as he merely apologized, snapped a sharp salute, turned on his heel, and walked from the office. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t upset, wasn’t utterly incensed about their hurtful attitudes toward him. Hence the urge to maim and destroy.

The phone ringing shattered the silence of the dorm room, breaking apart the growing storm of rage within him. Ed looked at the specially contracted appliance sitting on the desk next to his bed. It had been put in just for him, so that, in case someone from the General’s office called while he was sleeping off a mission, he could answer it himself instead of dragging his ass from bed to the common room down the hall.

Taking a deep breath so as not to snap out an irritated “What?” over the line, Ed walked to the phone and answered it.

“Major Elric.”

“My, Fullmetal, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of you actually paying attention to protocol.”

Ed bit back a sharp reply and pushed down a rising growl. “What can I do for you, General Mustang?”

“Hm, I wonder,” the other man all but purred. “I was hoping to see you tonight. I’d even permit you to stay the night.”

Ed could hear the leer in his voice, and despite his anger, felt his cock stir in his pants. But a little of his childhood bullheadedness helped strengthen his defense against that sinful voice, the one that had welcomed him home on that cold night some months ago.

“Thank you for the offer, General, but I wouldn’t want to be accused of being dependent,” he bit out.

There was silence for a moment before the bastard cleared his throat. “Fullmetal… Edward, are you really going to do this?”

“Do what, General?”

“This,” the voice huffed over the line. “We were just joking.”

“No, you weren’t,” Ed replied slowly. “You were all trying to reestablish the grand order of things. Edward’s back and so should be the butt of every joke, the one who can take all the verbal abuse because he’s a sport and will be over it in a day or two.”

“Edward-”

“Did you bastards even read my report, which I had ready before the train even pulled into Central, thank you very much. If you had read the report, you would have been amply reminded that I was, in fact, not alone on that goddamned mission, and that any damage and/or uncalled for action against the target was due to my partner intentionally trying to outdo the famous Fullmetal Alchemist, hoping to be treated with more respect within General Mustang’s command if he could get the upper hand on the situation.”

Ed was quite proud that he had been able to spit that all out in such a calm manner, even though his teeth were starting to hurt from being grit so long. The surprised silence on the other end of the line was a small balm on his wounded pride, but Mustang had a long way to go to make it up to him.

“I… I guess I had forgotten that, Edward. I’m sorry.”

Ed let out a breath, placing a hand upon his hip as his posture slouched in resignation. “Don’t even worry about it, bastard.” His eyes wandered to the tiny clock nestled between piles of over-due books. “What time should I be there?”

“I should be home in about two hours. I’ll pick us up something to eat on the way. You still have your key?”

Ed almost melted at the warmth in Mustang’s voice. Unable to suppress a smile, Ed answered. “Yeah, I’ll just let myself in.”

“See you then, Edward.”

“See you… Roy.”

And they both hung up. Ed shook his head at how easily Roy could diffuse his anger, but he guessed it was because he loved the infuriating man. And hadn’t that been a slap in the face when he’d realized it? It hadn’t been hard to uncover those buried feelings while in a strange world where his friends and enemies surrounded him at every turn, thinking every night of how he just wanted to go home, and how thoughts of home always ended in dreams of Mustang.

Of course, he’d yet to admit that to the smug bastard, but sometimes he thought that Mustang must know, what with the things the man often pulled just to see if he could get away with them, especially the kinky things in bed.

Oh yes, Roy Mustang was a perverted bastard, and Ed had always known it! Good looks could only get a man so far, so Roy’s impressive woman count had to have stemmed from something pertaining to the bedroom. But never had Ed thought he’d be on the receiving end of that kink! It made his cheeks heat just thinking about it!

But, damn, was it good.

Ed started to disrobe on his trek to the bathroom, in need of a shower in the worst way. He smelled, was covered in all kinds of dirt and grime, and his muscles were screaming at him that if they didn’t get some kind of reprieve soon, they’d mutiny and leave him a blithering pile of nothing on the floor. His bones seconded the motion.

As he passed his bed, he threw his few remaining articles of clothes on the made blankets, ignoring a remnant voice in his head asking that he not do that in a hollow, metallic ring. Ed reached up to take the tie out of his hair, shaking his head to let the strands separate, and caught his reflection in the mirror mounted on the wall.

His long, blonde hair fell over his shoulders in waves, and he could easily imagine the General’s long, thin fingers running through the thick mass, massaging his scalp and twining the golden strands around his hand to pull his head back, the man’s tongue delving into his mouth, exploring every crevice already explored.

Ed’s breath quickened at the mental image, and he turned to hurry to the shower. His eyes fell on the calendar next to the mirror, and he idly noted the date.

July 4.

As he stepped into the claw-foot tub, pulling the curtain around so he could turn the shower on, he tried to remember why that date sounded so familiar to him. A long forgotten conversation came to mind as the hot water pounded into his tired body.

The Nazis are holding a rally.

What are they saying?

They are condemning the countries that defeated Germany. Today seems to be a big deal in America, I think, and the Nazis are trying to convey them as arrogant and lazy.

Today? What’s so special about today?

Ed blinked as the answer came to him. Then a predatory smile stretched his lips as he figured out a way that Mustang could ‘make it up to him.’

~*~

Roy glanced at the clock on his office wall when he heard the door to the outer office open and close. He still had about another half hour before he was supposed to meet Ed, and everyone else had already gone home. His one eyebrow rising in question, Roy kept his gaze trained on his door as one hand slipped into a partially opened drawer to fish out a glove.

He brought the rough material to the marble top, using his other hand to slip it onto his right hand. He heard some shuffling around in the outer office, and when the person began walking towards his door, he couldn’t help but think he should know what that uneven thumping sound was.

His door began to creak open slowly, and Roy poised his fingers to snap at the slightest provocation. Thankfully the blonde head that popped in registered before his fingers could rub against each other. Letting out an aggrieved sigh, Roy let his head hang as his hand dropped to the desk.

“Fullmetal, what have I told you about dropping in here unannounced? And aren’t I supposed to meet you at my house?”

His question was met with that devil-may-care grin of Ed’s, and his brow rose in curiosity as he took in the laid-back attire and duffel bag thrown over the younger man’s shoulder.

“I thought I could come spice up your workplace a bit.”

Roy looked down at the report he was supposed to be reading and smirked. A little office sex was just the thing he needed to make tonight fantastic, he reasoned. Besides, Hawkeye knew him well enough by now to know that what she’d left him to do would never get done. Ed was just a wonderful scapegoat, when in fact, he would have just left it all sitting on his desk when it was time to go home.

“I think you coming would be the perfect way to spice up this dreary office, Edward.”

It was probably a trick of the light that made Ed’s grin more sadistic and calculating, so Roy proceeded to sweep his desk clean of papers; they’d end up on the floor either way. He watched as Ed dropped the duffel bag and stroll around his desk, and Roy was happy to let the young man climb into his lap. He felt awful for what he’d done to Edward earlier, so he was determined to make his little lover happy tonight. So when Ed moved up to take his lips in a hungry kiss, Roy let him. And when Ed’s tongued forced its way into his mouth, playing with his own tongue in such an erotic way, who was Roy to refuse?

“I remembered that today is a very important day, Roy,” Ed husked when the kiss was broken.

“Oh? And why is today so important?” Roy leaned forward to capture Ed’s lips this time, his hands moving to grip Ed’s hips. His thumbs moved up under the loose t-shirt his lover was wearing and began to rub back and forth over the sensitive skin just above Ed’s waistband.

Ed pulled back from him with a gasp, moaning softly at the dual sensations Roy’s gloved and ungloved fingers provided. “I was in – hah – Germany during a very tough time, eco-ha-nomically. The party in control at the time wanted – ah, s-stop that, hah – wanted to turn the people against the rest – oooohhhmm, ah – rest of the world.”

Ed’s hands moved to stop Roy’s from roaming over the skin of his chest and back. Roy looked into Ed’s eyes and tried to suppress a smirk at the flush on his cheeks. “Yes, continue.”

Ed pulled Roy’s hands out from under his shirt before going on. “One of their biggest campaigns was against a country called America, and today was the day that they’d rally the most, since it is significant in America’s history.”

Roy tried to halve his mind between what Edward was saying and what Edward had begun doing. The little imp was unbuttoning his uniform, and when the chair wouldn’t allow for any of the garments to fall off, Ed impatiently hopped off Roy and tugged him to standing. Roy did so, thoroughly enjoying the way warm skin and cold metal flitted across his body as Ed removed his clothing. And when he was fully naked, he saw Ed eyeing his cock with such a dreamy look that he had to distract himself from the images his mind provided of the many things Ed could do to his ‘little soldier.’

“What,” Roy swallowed to wet his suddenly dry throat. “And what is today, Edward?”

At his voice, golden eyes snapped up to meet his, and that devilish smirk from earlier, the one he’d thought a trick of the light, returned. Before he knew it, Roy was lying on his back, completely stretched across his marble-top desk.

“What the hell are you doing, Edward?”

Roy tried to sit back up, but Ed gracefully swung himself atop the older man, straddling his lower body and moving his hips seductively, the material of his pants dragging across Roy’s sensitive cock. Roy let out a breathy moan at the sensation and felt Ed’s weight against his chest as the younger man leaned over him.

“Today, Roy, is Independence Day.” Then Ed’s hands came together, and the office was suffused with the blue alchemic glow of Ed’s talent. Roy’s heart beat in fear, excitement, expectation as Ed slammed his hands down on Roy’s wrists and made the marble shift up and over his skin. When the glow receded, Roy was secured to the desk, and Ed was sporting another damn grin. “And I am doing you.”

Roy’s throat was once again dry, and he swallowed painfully before speaking. “Why are you doing this, Edward?” Not that the idea didn’t excite him, as proven by his still-hard cock, which Roy tried valiantly not to glare at as if betrayed.

“Well, it could be because I want to, or that I deserve it, or it could be that I want to teach you a lesson that’ll prove once and for all that I am very independent. Me calling the shots in this bout will definitely assert my independence, as well as highlight how dependent you are on me to get you off,” his devil with angelic eyes purred.

Just the thought of Edward and getting off in the same sentence drove Roy mad with want, but he wasn’t quite sure that this situation was one he was comfortable with.

“Edward, I-”

“Shh, General. Major Elric is going to take good care of you.” Ed winked at him then trailed his hands to the hem of his shirt and yanked it over his head quickly, but no less erotically. Roy bit back a moan as those dusky pink nipples he loved to suck on came into view. Ed pulled something from his back pocket and placed it on the desk before Roy could see it before moving his hands to his pants and slowly hooking his thumbs into the waist.

Golden eyes looked up at him, mouth turning up into a smirk, and then his hands were moving downward, thumbs dragging pants with them, and Ed’s body was exposed to Roy, who couldn’t keep the groan in his throat as he took in the proud length between Ed’s thighs, hard and leaking, just waiting to ram into Roy’s body. And at that thought, no matter how uncomfortable he was with the whole idea, he suddenly wanted it very badly. He wanted that perfect piece of manliness pounding ruthlessly into his body, stretching him wide, filling him completely.

Roy shivered in anticipated pleasure, causing Ed to chuckle. “It seems you’re getting into it, Roy,” he whispered seductively.

“Edward,” Roy gasped, wanting to ask for something but not wanting Ed to gloat about this. Yes, he was starting to want this very, very badly, and he’d make Edward pay later, but the one thing the blonde did not need was a big head when he’d never done this before. Or so Roy assumed. He’d still seemed a virgin when he’d finally returned home.

“Don’t worry, Roy. I’m just as anxious for this. It might not take long.” Ed looked almost ashamed to admit that as he reached for the thing he’d set on the desk before. Well, if he could give that much, Roy could give something, too.

“God, just do it, Edward!”

Well, that hadn’t been what he’d wanted to say, but it certainly got Ed moving. The item he held was now in Roy’s view, and he smirked when he saw the familiar tube. Ed opened it and spread some on his flesh fingers, and Roy suddenly wondered what it would feel like to have Ed’s automail fingers up his ass.

Roy’s cheeks warmed and he looked at the ceiling and hoped Ed didn’t notice. That was dangerous territory, but Roy, despite popular opinion, was a fair man. If Ed made this good, which he had no doubt would happen because Ed was that kind of person, always putting his all into anything he did, he’d probably be open to letting Ed do it again, and then he’d see where things went from there.

For now…

Roy jumped when he felt Ed’s finger rubbing the lube around his entrance, annoyed that he hadn’t seen the younger man move. He let out a breath and relaxed enough for Edward to slide his finger in. The appendage moved around a bit, massaging his inner walls.

It felt… odd. It wasn’t good or bad, just… odd. But the look of concentration on Ed’s face, his tongue sticking out just a bit at the corner of his mouth, took Roy’s attention because it was so fucking cute and brought back a wave of memories from when the blonde had been younger, as he sat with the guys in Roy’s old office, trying to write out his report before having to come see him.

He was flung from his memories when another finger was pressed to his ass, but he just couldn’t relax enough; he was too jittery about this, it seemed. But Ed glanced knowingly at him before bending just a bit and running his cute, little tongue up Roy’s length. Roy let out a small shout at the sudden bite of pleasure and didn’t mind as the second finger slid in to join the first.

Ed’s mouth stayed near Roy’s cock, licking and sucking as the fingers pushed in and out, spreading now and then to stretch Roy. When a third finger wriggled in at the same time Ed’s tongue speared his slit, Roy thought he’d die from the pleasure-pain that coursed through is body. He breathed in through his nose and out his mouth to regain control over his body. The fingers worked inside him a few moments more before one reached more deep than before and stroked that one spot that made Ed yowl.

It apparently made Roy yowl, too.

Then the fingers were gone, and Roy’s delicious, golden angel was atop the desk between his legs. Roy watched as golden hair cascaded down his angel’s shoulders, the ends whispering against his sensitive skin, making his cock throb in time with his racing heart. Ed was just so fucking beautiful.

“Are you ready, Roy?” Ed asked as he bent to nuzzle Roy’s thighs.

“God, yes, Edward. Please!”

Ed was still small and probably wouldn’t be able to handle Roy’s legs on his shoulders, so the general wrapped them around the thin waist and pulled Ed to him. They both let out shaky breaths as Ed lined his cock up with Roy’s entrance, and then Edward was stretching him wide, filling him completely, just as Roy had wanted.

Ed was still a moment, breathing hard through his gaping mouth, and Roy moved his hips to encourage his lover to move. Both breathed in sharply at the sudden pleasure that danced through their systems, and Ed began to pull out and shove back in carefully.

It was such an utterly new and fascinating sensation, having someone do this to him, that Roy found himself writing wantonly under Edward, begging him to go faster, harder, deeper, all of which Ed immediately tried to do.

Roy titled his hips up to meet Ed’s, and sparks flew across his vision as the blonde speared his prostate with a forceful thrust. Edward’s shouted name was the only sound besides their harsh breathing and silent begging. They were both too focused on the pleasure, on the goal to use their mouths for anything else.

Roy’s eyes were closed to narrow his senses, but they flew wide when something cold and metal grabbed his neglected cock, and with one slightly stuttered stroke, Roy was coming harder than he could remember, at that moment. He felt his inner muscles clamp down on Edward as he shouted and arched his back, and then he heard Ed’s cry of completion after a few more frantic thrusts.

Roy’s back met the slick surface of his desk once more, and Ed collapsed on his chest, both trying to catch their breaths and cool off after that unusual turn of events.

“That was,” Ed panted, his flesh hand rubbing Roy’s side affectionately, “so fucking good.”

Roy grunted and opened his mouth to agree, but a sudden painful reminder of what position his arms were in made him wince first. “I’ll agree with you once you get your ass moving and get my arms free.”

Edward gasped and struggled to push up from Roy’s body, the sudden movement making his cock slip out of Roy’s ass. The general hissed, and then the office was once again enveloped in an alchemic glow. His arms felt dead as Ed rubbed them, until tiny prickles of pain danced along his nerves.

“If I can’t sign papers tomorrow, I’m sending Riza after your ass, Edward,” Roy grouched as he sat up with his lover’s help. Ed chuckled wearily as he slumped in Roy’s chair, a content and sated smile pulling at his kissable lips.

“By all means,” the blonde offered kindly.

Roy snorted at the gesture, knowing if that happened, no one would see Edward for several days. As he moved to kiss his lover, Roy winced as his over-worked muscles pulled. “Well, Edward, I think I learned my lesson.”

Ed looked at him with half-lidded eyes, his mouth turned down in confusion. “Lesson?” Then his eyes widened, and a shy grin played across his features. “Eh, heh, heh. I kinda forgot about that.”

And Roy couldn’t help but throw his head back and laugh. What would the blonde do without him, he silently wondered. What in the world would Edward Elric do if he were all alone, with no one to depend on?

And Roy laughed harder.


~owari~


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well, Happy Fourth to one and all! i hope this was good (even though i don't think it was *sighs*). review if you feel generous, and thank you for reading!!