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Revenge is Sweet


Roy Mustang crept up behind Ed in his office like a feral cat sneaking up on a helpless bird - quietly, slowly, and with deliberate intent in every step. It had been a long time since he had seen Fullmetal, and he had always taken great delight in tormenting him in one form or another. Finding him riffling through the drawers in his office was an open invitation to give him a whole world of shit, even if he had just recently gotten out of the HQ Infirmary after the whole Underground City fiasco.

He stopped in the dim light of the unlit office – Ed had been cagey enough in his middle of the night break-in of Roy’s locked office to not turn on the overhead light – and studied the young man he had known so many years now. Edward Elric had changed quite a bit since that day so many years ago when Roy had first met him and his brother Al. It had been the morning after that rainy night when the boys made their disastrous attempt at reviving their poor dead mother. Mustang still marveled when he thought of their chutzpah, the sheer balls of two boys that young attempting such a forbidden, incredibly complex thing as a human transmutation, on their own and with no formal training. But that was Ed in a nutshell, always the rebel, against the grain from the very beginning. It was one of the things the Flame Alchemist found most endearing about Edward Elric, and which had always made him crave and fantasize about having the young man in his bed, in spite of all the Military’s rules and prohibitions against such things.

Of course, Roy Mustang had never acted on his urges towards young Edward Elric… it would just be too unseemly, even for him. Ed had been far too young, even if the idea did put him in mind of the legendary days of old when great military leaders would have young protégés they would nurture, teach, and, of course, take to their beds and instruct in the arts of love. But young Edward had barely been an adolescent when they had met, and since then Roy always had throttled back his urges, and kept his own counsel, even as Ed had obviously started to mature. Roy continued his on-again off-again relationship with his subordinate Riza Hawkeye, never making her any promises of any kind, and he, of course, continued to discretely pursue other opportunities with both genders as they presented themselves.

But tonight… tonight, as Roy studied Ed in the dark office, his hair longer now and shaggy, and the faint tracings of blonde stubble on his jaw, he began to wonder. He sensed numerous differences in the young man in his office, and realized just how long it had been since he had seen the Fullmetal Alchemist, and that it had been longer still since he had really taken a good look at him. He froze where he stood and took his time appraising Ed, silently cursing the patch covering his ruined orb as his remaining dark eye slowly and thoroughly swept over Ed’s form.

He noticed how the young blonde’s shoulders had broadened in recent months, and his waist and legs had lengthened, giving him at least another two or three inches of the height Roy knew Edward so badly wanted. He looked at the muscular definition of his ass as he leaned over and industriously pawed through Roy’s file cabinet, and the bulge in the front of his trousers that had not been evident in the young Edward Elric he remembered. He noted how the baby fat was now gone from Ed’s face, leaving behind the subtle planes of cheekbones and a finely-chiseled chin, now delineated by the dim glow of the hall security light reflecting off of the pale walls of his office… He realized none of those things had been there when last he had really looked at young Edward Elric, and he admitted to himself with an inaudible sigh that Ed – when he hadn’t been looking – had become a young man.

Thinking on the implications of this reality for a minute, and only a minute, Roy resumed his catlike walk towards the Fullmetal Alchemist and quickly covered the remaining distance between them. In one swift motion he yanked him upright and pinned Ed from behind with one arm around his waist, constraining both of his arms, and the other tightly around Fullmetal’s throat.

“Edward….. what are you doing, if I might ask?” he purred in a low throaty voice.

“General!” Ed managed to choke out, obviously improvising, “I was .. I was just looking for….”

“Whatever you say is going to be a lie, isn’t it Ed?” Mustang grinned evilly. “Haven’t we known each other far too long to lie to each other, Ed?” He tightened his chokehold on Ed’s throat.

Mustang felt his cock beginning to swell from the pleasure of having Ed in his clutches at last, and the pressure of Ed’s body against his own, and he was unable to resist. “And I must say, Edward, you are looking particularly delectable these days…” His voice was a deep seductive whisper in Edward’s ear.

Suddenly Ed brought his automail foot sharply down on the instep of Roy’s boot, causing blinding pain and a swift deflation to General Mustang’s burgeoning lust. As soon as the startled Roy let go his grasp, in a flurry of movement Ed pivoted and threw him over his shoulder onto the top of his own desk, quickly sweeping all its contents to the floor. He jumped astride Mustang’s hips in a flash and swiftly pinned both of his arms over his head. The entire coup took less than a second and left Roy dazed and breathless as he looked up at the young blonde man now leering down at him.

“So you want to play rough, do you Mustang?” Ed said with a trace of a bitter laugh in his voice, which Roy now noticed was considerably deeper than he remembered it being. And just when had he developed that Adam’s apple?

”You have been baiting me, and tormenting, and teasing me since I was an eleven-year- old boy, Mustang…. Well, I am here to tell you, I am not that boy anymore.”

Roy began to dislike the way this was shaping up. “Come on, Fullmetal, let me up… that’s an order.” He tried to twist out of Ed’s vise-like grip and rise up off of the desk.

“No, Mustang… Not gonna happen… Not this time. This time you’re mine.” Ed let his weight sit more heavily on Roy and ground his hips against the older man’s. He found his hipbones brushing against a decided firmness in the front of Roy’s dress blues. Without realizing it, Roy let out a sudden hissing sound between his teeth despite himself.

“That’s what I thought… I’ve seen how you look at me… you think I’m stupid, Mustang, just because I’m from the sticks? You think I didn’t know? Hey… at least you waited… I’ll give you credit for that..” He rolled his hips again against Roy’s erection and Roy’s eyelid flickered as he let out a small involuntary moan.

“You know, at first I thought it was gross.. I thought you were just an old perv… But then.. after a while… I started watching you, too.. Did you know that, Roy?” Ed grinned a leering grin at Roy and started slowly unbuttoning his short black jacket as he talked.

“I would watch you when we went on maneuvers together.. or in battles… the way you were with the men, the way you’d order them around … Then when I got a little older I started to wonder if you were fucking Riza… God that made me nuts…” He finished unbuttoning his shirt, tossed it aside, and started on Roy’s jacket and shirt.

“Did you know I thought about you and Riza, Roy, did you? I’d think about you and Riza when I was alone at night.. and I’d stroke my cock until I got hard, Roy….”

As he said this Roy groaned out loud at the image. The idea of Ed jerking off thinking of him and Riza was almost more than Roy could bear. He wanted desperately to touch Ed, to reach up and pull him down and kiss him madly, but he was afraid to do or say anything, afraid to break the spell. He was mesmerized.

“I’d stroke myself with this hand, Roy….” He trailed his warm left hand slowly across Mustang’s bare chest, flicking his wrist up and down to simulate what he was describing. Ed’s voice got deeper and he stared into Roy’s good eye with his deep amber ones, “I would get my dick good and hard, thinking of you fucking sweet Riza, Roy. Do you know what I did then? Do you want to know, Mustang?” Ed laughed a low carnal laugh unlike anything Roy had ever heard from him before. The sound combined with the images Ed’s words were provoking in his brain made Roy’s cock swell even more and his balls ache with raw need.

“OK, I’ll tell you…I’d get good and hard and then … then I would imagine you were fucking me…. Mustang… and I would come then, did you know that? I would come so hard imagining you were fucking me Roy, I wanted your cock so bad…”

Roy gasped…his heart racing…he couldn’t take it anymore. “Edward, oh god, if I had only known…. I –“

Ed used his automail hand to push upwards on Roy’s chin, forcing his mouth closed. “Shut up, Roy. No talking allowed. You always talked too goddamn much anyway.”

Ed leaned over Mustang and took possession of his mouth in a sweeping almost brutal kiss. He suckled and bit the General’s mouth and moved down to his neck, leaving a trail of little bites that stung slightly as he went. The younger man was so focused on what he was doing that his hold on Roy’s hands had actually loosened, but Roy would not have moved from his spot for all the tea in Amestris. Ed nipped at and laved Mustang’s nipples roughly with his tongue, causing the brunette to arch up from the desk into his mouth, groaning and crying out.

“No, no, Roy, back down. You are to move only when I tell you to move, remember?”

Mustang looked at Ed with tacit assent, not wanting to utter so much as a syllable. The Colonel was not normally a submissive man by any stretch of the imagination, but he was definitely a hedonistic one, and this situation was simply too good to be true. He was not about to ruin such a fantasy brought to life just to avoid a slight blow to his ego.

Ed sat upright and slid down Roy’s legs, unbuttoning the General’s dress blue wool trousers. He slid the trousers and cotton boxers down his legs and quickly divested Mustang of shoes, socks, trousers, everything, in one swift gesture. Roy felt a small shudder as the cool glass top of the desk connected with the full length of his legs and ass. Ed took a moment as he knelt over him to study the older man’s nearly-naked body as Roy lay under him with his shirt and jacket fallen wide-open.

“Well, Mustang… I see the rumors about you were true… “ he laughed, and lightly fondled Roy’s balls with his left hand , “definitely more than a mouthful. No wonder Riza keeps coming back for more.” Ed shucked his shirt and jacket, as well as the white glove on his automail hand. He ran his fingernails and his cool automail fingers over the full length of Mustang’s body, smiling wickedly when gooseflesh rose up as he went.

“That feel good? You like that, do you? OK then , how about this…” He trailed his warm left hand slowly up and down Roy’s fully-engorged cock, taking one of the slick silver drops on the tip of his index finger and swirling it around the head. The dark-haired man groaned deep in is throat and felt a flush spreading across his chest that matched the heat he felt growing in his gut. He struggled with himself to stay still and quiet, but there was one need he felt so strongly, something he had wanted so long – since long before this night- he couldn’t help but risk the words now.

“I want to see you Ed,” he said in a low whisper, almost strangled with lust.

“You do, do you?” As Fullmetal responded he stopped his lazy stroking and wrapped his fingers in a curling deathgrip around Mustang’s cock. “Yes. I thought you might. You’ve wanted that for a long time, haven’t you Roy?” He looked at the Flame Alchemist with one eyebrow raised and his deep gold eyes dark and narrowed.

Roy nodded almost imperceptibly in response. Ed grinned wickedly and slid his hand up and down Mustang’s cock in a motion he knew from experience would be killingly stimulating to the older man. And that it was. He continued relentlessly as Roy groaned and arched into his hand. Ed loved feeling Mustang’s cock grow harder still in his hand, and he grinned wickedly when he saw Roy’s dark eye flutter closed and his stomach muscles begin to clench up. He knew then that the Flame Alchemist’s climax was growing dangerously near. Just as he knew the older man was completely lost in abandon to the ecstatic feelings of Ed stroking his dick to absolute perfection, just as Roy was about to finally teeter over that glorious edge….

Ed quickly sat back, pulling his hand away abruptly, and removing his hips from all contact with Mustang’s groin. He leered at him with his gold eyes gone wild and dark. Mustang growled deep in his throat and somehow summoned all the willpower he had not to free his own hand and finish off his aching dick himself.

“Good god, Ed…”

Un hunh… No talking, Roy, remember? Now, what is it worth to you? What is it worth to you, Roy, to see me now, to see me naked… Is that what you want? OK, Roy… you ARE the “superior” officer, after all, General…”

Ed leapt up on the top of the desk and stood over Roy, kicking off his boots and pulling off his socks. He planted his feet on either side of Roy’s hips and towered over him, looking down and studying him, cocking his head to one side.

“Who’s the short one now, Mustang? How’s it feel down there?” He laughed an evil laugh as he remembered all the years of short jokes he had endured at the hands of Roy Mustang. Revenge was indeed sweet. Remembering how Ed’s automail foot had felt on his instep, and considering how near it was at the moment to some of Roy’s most prized possessions, Roy Mustang lay completely still and silent as he looked up at the Fullmetal Alchemist.

“So you want to see, me, eh, Roy?… guess fair is fair,” Ed grinned as he began unbuttoning his black trousers. Roy noted that Ed was apparently going commando that day as he slowly slid the pants down his hips, revealing his fully-engorged cock. He stepped out of his trousers and cast them down with the remainder of his clothes, and stood fully naked over Mustang now, his pale body and automail limbs almost glowing under the low fluorescent lighting. Roy had never fully seen how Ed’s automail attached to his body and realized too late that he was staring in fascination. He also was enthralled looking at Fullmetal’s long slender cock, which Ed was now lazily stroking as he gazed down at Roy.

“God… Ed…you…you’re beautiful… I never knew…”

Ed simply looked at Roy for several minutes, his amber eyes narrow and dark, continuing the slow sensuous stroking of his dick with his hand.

He finally broke his silence with one phrase only, “I told you Roy… no talking…” and dropped down with his knees on either side of Mustang’s hips. He hovered over Roy’s face and looked in his onyx-dark eye with an unreadable expression only for a moment, and then he bent his face to claim Roy’s mouth with his in a kiss. Supporting his weight with his automail arm, he brought his other hand up and roughly ran his fingers deeply into Roy’s dark hair, pulling Mustang’s face closer to his to angle it and deepen the kiss. He plunged his tongue in and out of Roy’s mouth, and nipped and sucked his lower lip into his mouth. Roy groaned as the kisses escalated and he matched Fullmetal’s fervor with his own, the years of watching and wanting the young man all finding expression now at once.

Not content with just having claimed Mustang’s mouth, Ed began a relentless course down the General’s body. He traced small circles with his pointed tongue and followed them with suckling kisses and nipping bites, starting with the tender flesh on Roy’s neck. The older man hissed and gripped the sides of the desk when Ed moved on to his nipples, laving them roughly, then sucking them and pinching them with his teeth.

“You like that one, eh, Roy?” Ed chuckled softly. His voice was quieter now. It had lost a bit of the bitter edge it had earlier, but still was commanding and no-nonsense, and Roy knew better than to dare speak or move.

“Let’s see how you like this…. Always wanted to do this….” Ed slid further down the desk, still kneeling astride Roy’s legs. He wrapped the thumb and forefinger of his left hand around the base of Mustang’s cock, and curved the remainder of his warm hand around the Flame Alchemist’s tight balls. Roy gasped at the contact, and struggled to be still, not to arch into Fullmetal’s hand and seek the release he so desperately wanted by now.

“Ed, please….”

“Hmmm…. I said no talking,” Ed laughed, “but I might make an exception to hear you beg, Roy.” He dropped down and suddenly took Roy’s aching cock in mouth his all the way to it’s hilt, sucking and pressing his tongue hard against it as he came back up and off. He swirled his tongue slowly around the head just before he quickly sat back up and looked at Mustang’s tormented face.

Roy was in hell…. He had been so close to coming before anyway, and then Ed’s mouth… Oh, gods, that mouth… had almost done it for him… and then he had pulled away again. The man was inhuman… Had Winry given him an automail brain in addition to the arm and leg? Roy looked at Ed’s dick…yes, … he was fully-erect, and obviously quite aroused and enjoying everything he was doing to Mustang. But then… oh gods… just looking at Ed’s pretty slender young cock and balls in its nest of soft golden curls had escalated the ache in Roy’s own balls yet another notch.

“For the love of god, Ed… please…” he heard a trace of a whine creeping into his voice and hated himself for it…but this was torment.

“Very pretty, Roy. For that you get a reward.” He dropped his mouth down onto Roy’s cock again, lighter this time, up and down, in a killing rhythm that slowly built layer on layer onto the tight pleasure Roy felt building in his belly. It was as if Ed sensed exactly when Mustang was about to tip over the brink, and then he would back off, slow down, lighten his touch, and then slowly start building up again. Roy closed his eye and began losing himself completely in the sensations… He arched into Fullmetal’s mouth, gently rolling his hips in time with Ed’s movements and the waves he felt beginning to wash through him…

“Now Roy… I want you to come for me Mustang.. come for me,” Ed urged Roy in a husky seductive voice.

Those words were all it took to push Roy over the edge... his world whited out in a wash of pleasure as the Fullmetal Alchemist engulfed his cock fully, letting it spasm against his tongue and throat. Mustang groaned deep and long as he rode the waves of his orgasm, grateful for the relief at last, and amazed at the pleasuring skills of the younger man.

Ed sat back locking Mustang’s obsidian gaze with his amber. There was no anger or bitterness left as there had been in his earlier taunting, only lust and maybe …something else... Roy met his eyes and risked sitting up on the desk to bring Ed’s face closer to his own. He reached up and ran his fingers through Ed’s hair, pulling out the hair tie at the end of the braid and shaking it loose. He pulled the younger man’s face to his and kissed him, tenderly at first, then with more fire as he reached down between them and began stroking Ed’s still-hard cock. Fullmetal groaned and pushed into his touch, ready for and wanting his own release now.

“Your turn, Ed,” he mumbled into Ed’s mouth as their kisses escalated. He reached down into the top drawer of his desk and pulled out a small bottle of hand cream and opened it and handed it to Edward.

Wordlessly Ed took the bottle and squeezed some of the substance out onto his left hand, and began caressing Roy’s ass. He stroked and petted the curves and then the crevice, sliding first one finger, then two, in and out of him, probing and stretching him as Roy gasped. Mustang took some of the lotion himself and slicked up Ed’s dick, causing Edward to hiss with delight as Roy’s slippery hand slid sensuously up and down his cock.

Roy motioned to Ed to move from the desk to stand on the floor, and slid his ass to the edge of the desk. He reached up to pull the young man to him but Ed was already intent on his goal, working his slick cock into Roy’s tightness, his head back and groaning as he went, ever-so-slowly pushing his way in. When he was all the way in Ed opened his eyes and locked gazes with Mustang. A smile came over his face. It was not an evil smile, or a particularly wicked one. It was not a smile of one man dominating another. It was a smile of pure pleasure - pleasure… and recognition…

Still smiling and eyes locked with Mustang, Ed began to move. He rocked his hips forward and back, slowly at first, pulling and thrusting, pulling almost out, and driving all the way in each time as Roy grunted deep in his throat with each of his thrusts. As he started hitting the right spot, Roy’s cock was fully-erect again now, and bobbing against his belly with Ed’s thrusts. Ed began to get lost in a world of intense pleasure as he drove faster and harder into Roy, and seeing Ed so aroused, so close to losing it brought Roy closer to the edge himself, and he began stroking himself in time with Ed’s thrusts.

That motion got Ed’s attention, even in his reverie… He reached down and batted away Roy’s hand and wrapped his own hand around Roy’s aching dick.

With just a trace of his earlier sardonic, sadistic tone in his voice, he commanded, “no no no, Roy, musn’t touch.. that’s mine,” and a wicked smile crept across his face. He immediately began stroking Mustang’s cock relentlessly, his rhythm matching his killing thrusts into Roy’s ass.

Roy didn’t last long, between the inundating feel of Ed’s deep thrusts and now his skilled stroking of his cock, and he was soon coming in Ed’s hand, pearly ribbons streaming across his flat muscled belly as he threw his head back and moaned. Feeling Roy’s cock go off in his hand, as well as the spasms his climax created around Ed’s deeply-buried dick was more than enough to send Edward suddenly over the brink. He cried out and thrust his cock as deeply into Roy as possible as he came, reveling in the feeling of his cock being buried in all that tight heat as he spasmed out his essence. He thrust two or three more times as the after shocks shuddered through him, his heart hammering wildly in his chest.

He fell forward onto Roy, still buried deep within him, and Roy gently moved the curtain of blonde hair away that had fallen over his face. He turned Ed’s face toward him and kissed him, long, hard, and deep.

As he felt Ed’s cock slip out of him Mustang sat up, pulling Fullmetal up with him. Wordlessly, Roy slid from the desk, took Ed’s hand, and led him to the couch in the anteroom behind his office. He motioned to him to sit, and slipped back into the office to gather up their clothing and lock both locks on the office door. Roy returned to the anteroom, dropped their clothing on a table, and sat on the couch next to Ed. Saying nothing but holding Ed’s gaze, Roy lay down on the couch and pulled Ed down beside him, wrapping his arms around the tired younger man. He knew for a fact that being so soon after his release from the Infirmary, the evening’s activities had very likely been far too strenuous for the Fullmetal Alchemist, and the younger man surely had to be exhausted. He pulled a folded blanket from the top of the couch and tossed it over both of them.

Ed looked up at him gratefully for a moment, and then a trace of his earlier sardonic demeanor returned to his eyes, and an evil grin teased at the corner of his lips.

“You tell anyone about tonight and I’ll have you up on charges for sexual harassment, General… With your reputation, who do you think they’ll believe, you or me?”

“Sure, Ed… sure. Whatever you say…” Roy said with a small grin, and kissed the blonde man lightly on the top of his head.

“Hhmmphh…. Revenge is sweet…” Ed mumbled as he drifted off to sleep in Roy’s arms.

~owari~

Author’s note: This is my first piece in this fandom (up until now I have only written about Saiyuki), and it was written as a birthday gift for my dear dear friend Kansouame on the occasion of her $% birthday.

Happy Birthday, Sweetheart…. Hope this is to your liking.