“You wanted me,” he asked coming in to the General’s office.
“In a manner of speaking,” Mustang answered with his usual infuriatingly coy smirk, just before the office door slammed shut and the lock clicked into place. Edward glanced back at it as dread and trepidation crawled under his skin.
“W-what…how did you do that,” he demanded.
“I have my ways,” Mustang answered rubbing a finger along his jaw line, smirk just as infuriating. Ed clinched his fists wishing he could deck the Bastard.
“Come here,” Mustang demanded, leaning back in his chair.
“I said,” Roy’s voice had a dangerous tone to it, “come here.”
Ed studied him, hesitant a moment, before he stepped up to the desk with a scowl.
“Here,” he asked in a petulant manner.
“No,” Roy answered, tone lighter, as he pushed back his chair and twisted it out to the side, “Here.” He held up a hand to point down at the floor space right in front of him. Ed stared at him before reluctantly moving to the indicated area with a sigh and a roll of the eyes. Once standing in place he raised an eyebrow silently asking why the hell he was standing there.
“Now get on your knees.”
“What…” Ed’s eyes widened in alarm. “If you think I’m going to do that kind of shit for you, you’re fucking…” A swiftly hooked boot behind his kneecap brought him gasping to the floor.
“You were saying.” Roy’s voice was so curt and arrogant it had flashes of fury zapping to every nerve ending. Ed’s face burned in humiliation as he realized it was planted squarely in the other man’s crotch. He let out a warning growled, trying to push himself away. Fingers dug tightly into his hair as his head was shoved back down. His cheek forced to rub against the growing bulge in the older man’s pants.
“You know you like it.” Roy’s voice was like velvet covered fingers running down his spine. Ed clinched his jaw hard as he fought off the burning desire to give in to Roy’s every whim. To let the older man play with him, bend his body into submission, and use him like a toy.
“Why don’t you stop pretending for once and do what you’re told.”
“Fuck you.” Ed growled trying to shove himself away from the man’s crotch, only to yelp as his head was yanked back by the tight grip in his hair.
“Oh I intend to.” Roy leaned in to nip at Ed’s bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. Ed couldn’t help the low moan he let out as his heart began to race.
“I can make this extremely enjoyable for the both of us,” Roy purred against his lips, “or,” Ed winced as the fingers in his hair suddenly became so tight he was frightened it was going to be ripped out, “I can make it extremely painful. …It’s really all up to you.”
Ed stared into cold black eyes for a moment, before his eyes fell shut as he leaned forward slightly in a press of lips to indicate his decision. His hair was released as long fingers began massaging his scalp almost affectionately.
“Good boy,” Roy purred leaning back in his chair.
Ed rolled his eyes as he leaned in to take the metal zipper of Roy’s military pants between his teeth. Running his hands up Roy’s thighs to his belt, he unbuckled it as he pulled the zipper down with his mouth.
Something outside the window slammed, shattering the peaceful morning atmosphere. Ed stared up at the ruff wood of his ceiling as all the blood in his body, not currently occupied with his dick, rushed to his face.
He threw the blankets off himself trying to release some of the heat radiating from his body.
Okay, so he’d realized, and even admitted to Al, a long time ago that he had a huge ass crush on Roy fucking Mustang. But, was he really so sexually frustrated that he’d want the man to practically rape him.
He could just see the arrogant, playboy, son of a bitch treating him like that too.
He’d always scuffed at the saying about there being a thin line between love and hate…until he’d developed a crush on Mustang. Ed sighed, rolling his eyes at himself. Who was he kidding…until he’d realized he’d always had a crush on Mustang.
Ed sighed in frustration as he glanced at the clock, 6:37. He looked back at the ceiling with a frown.
“Would jacking off to that dream make me a sick pervert?”
Ed’s left hand slid over his chest to rub at a hardened nipple as his right hand slid down over his abs. Though, it will make it super awkward to look at the Bastard later today. His fingers hesitated at the waistband of his boxers.
“Eh, fuck it.”
Not like it’s not already going to be super awkward.
Ed let out a breath as the palm of his hand slid over his length, pushing his boxer out of the way and freeing his erection.
Shuffling down to spread out over the bed, he reached back to the shelves making up his headboard to blindly snatch the bottle of lube.
Ed sucked in his bottom lip, muffling a wonton moan, as he smeared lube down his cock. With a huffing whine he twisted his head to bury his face into the pillow. Setting a steady pace he let his mind wonder back to the dream.
Dark eyes burning with lust. Strong fingers running through his hair. Firm moist lips sucking at his own. The metallic tang of metal on his tongue.
Distant memories calling forth the spicy musk of Roy’s cologne. Of glossy pail skin glowing in the firelight.
“Oh fuck…Roy,” Ed moaned panting into the pillow as his imagination transferred the tight grip of fingers in his hair to the tightening grip of his own fingers around his shaft.
Ed groaned biting his lip as his strokes quickened, “hem…Roy,” just as his bedroom door was slammed open.
Eyes widening, he felt his whole body lock up in fright. His nerves shuddering in frustration as his erection died seconds from completion.
“Al!” Ed’s voice hit a high note only dogs could hear, as he franticly tried to cover his exposed crotch with his arms.
“Oh my God! My eyes,” Al yelled covering his face with his hands. “I’m scared for life,” he moaned, “I’ll never be the same again.”
Ed scowled rolling his eyes as he pulled up part of the sheet to clean off the lube. Still slightly upset his orgasm had been ruined.
“It’s not like you don’t have anything I don’t.” Ed frowned to himself wondering if that sentence sounded right.
Fingers parted as a golden eye peeked down at him.
“Why are you looking pervert!” Ed yelped scrambling to pull up his boxers.
“I thought you said I don’t have anything you don’t,” Al teased dropping his hands.
“I thought you said I don’t have anything you don’t,” Ed mocked as he shoved past his brother and into the kitchen.
“Eh, but you’re wrong brother.” Al’s voice was sweet and innocent, like a child trying to keep their mother from finding out they had set the house on fire.
“About what?” Ed glanced back at him wirily as he yanked open the refrigerator and snatched up the orange juice.
“I’m much bigger than you,” Al announced in complete and utter cheerfulness.
Ed gasped, choking on the gulp of juice he’d just swallowed, as he fell into a coughing fit, glaring death at his stupidly grinning little brother.
Ed’s eyes fell on the row of butcher knives sticking out of the knife rack on the counter.
No Ed! You spent half your life working to get that body back, sticking knives into it will completely ruin all of that hard work…completely ruin it…completely…all of that hard work…
His hand slid an inch or two across the counter.
…There will be blood everywhere…a complete mess…you’ll have to clean!
Ed continued to argue with himself as Al took a seat at the kitchen table.
“So, still hot on Mustang I see?”
“Wha-what?” Ed wiped around to stare at his little brother like a deer caught in the headlights.
“Brother, really, you should just tell him.” Al sighed giving him an exasperated look. “At least then you’d know if you have a chance or not.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Ed spun back to the counter, face burning, to grab the loaf of bread.
“Brother…” Al trailed off as Winry came in the door.
“Does no one know how to knock,” Ed muttered sliding two pieces of bread into the toaster.
“Uncle Eddie!” Maes squealed squirming around in Winry’s arms to get down.
“Okay, okay…sheesh,” Winry huffed almost dropping him as she set him on the floor.
“Hey Kid-O!” Ed grinned lifting him up into his arms. Laughing as his nephew let out another happy squeal as he wrapped his arms around his neck and cuddled into his face.
“Winry,” Ed greeted with a mischievous grin as he looked her over, “you’re looking…fat.”
“B-brother…” Al’s voice trembled with frightened warning as he cowered down into his chair. Winry’s whole body visibly stiffened.
“What was that you…you…”
“Honey don’t curse in front of Maes,” Al cut in quickly, only to cower back into his chair when her furious glower was turned on him. To which he shot Ed an accusatory look.
“Mommy’s not fat silly,” Maes laughed poking at Ed’s cheek, “she’s gana have a baby.”
“Oh is she now,” Ed asked with a grin snuggling into the side of his nephew’s face, “and here I thought she was just letting herself go.”
“You are so lucky you’re holding Maes right now!” Winry scowled clinching her purse, where Ed just knew there’d be a wrench, tight in her hands.
“Brother, you’re not supposed to upset a pregnant woman,” Al muttered with a dark look.
“…Yah good luck with that,” Ed shifted Maes up farther in his arms, “that’s why I’m so glad I’m gay.”
“Why,” Al asked with a coy smirk, “cause between you and the General, it’d be you getting knocked up?”
Ed stared, his eyes widening as his mouth fell open. “A-are you calling me a girl!”
Winry snickered, seemingly appeased by this, as she took a seat next to Al. “Well, with all the long pretty hair and those big golden eyes…” she mocked in a babyish tone of voice. Ed scowled turning his back to them as his toast popped up.
“What exactly are the two of you here for anyway,” Ed asked with a huff as he grabbed the jam from the fridge.
“…We’re getting married,” Al answered after a moment. Ed glanced back at him wondering why his brother sound hesitant when telling him that.
“Well it’s about time.” His struggled slightly to make sure his grin was perfectly happy as his gut tied it’s self into a not. “I don’t know why you two waited so long anyway,” he muttered offering his second piece of toast to Maes.
My little brother is going to have a wife and kids –kids, as in more than one– before I even lose my virginity.
“We figured…” Winry began hesitantly, fidgeting with the charm bracelet Al made her for Maes baby shower, “since Granma Pinako passed away and most of our friends live here we’d have the wedding here in Central.”
“And of course I’d like you to be my best man,” Al added shooting him a grin.
“Of course,” Ed agreed returning the grin, this time completely genuine. “Now, I’d love to stay and entertain,” he handed Maes back to Winry who gave off a disbelieving snort, “but I’ve got to head to work. I’m off tomorrow though, so we can spend the whole day going over wedding plans.” He fought to keep his voice light and cheerful, but from the looks on both their faces he doubted he succeeded. Hopefully they’d just chock it up to him not wanting to be a part of any kind of social gathering plans.
“Bye-bye little man,” Ed grinned leaning in to give his nephew a sloppy kiss on the cheek before heading back into his room to get dressed.
“Talk to General Mustang, Brother,” Al called after him. To which Ed slammed his bedroom door shut.
Ya that was so not happening.