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Fleeting	By : Chikara Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 871 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Never had Edward Elric locked the door behind him when entering Fury's office.

That thought alone was enough to make him want to crawl under the desk in some blind hope that Ed wouldn't spot him, but he was too entraced by the determined look on Ed's face to duck in time. Then came a click so soft he would have clearly missed it if the room hadn't been so awfully quiet, and there Ed stood, shoulders thrown back at the entrace of his office. And as proud and in control as he looked, Fury thought, the fear in his eyes was enough to confirm that their meeting would not be pleasent. It was the perfect image of a child going on a sickening rollar coaster just to prove he wasn't afraid of it when, in all reality, he would much rather bury himself alive than to get in line for the ride. But that comparison disgusted Fury, and he couldn't quite say why.

Okay, he thought, doing his best to set his face in the perfect imitation of a confident man. This is no different than any other visit from a friend. No use worrying about what will happen.

"Hello, Edo-kun." he began pleasently, and at the sound of the first few words that burst out of his mouth, Fury found himself strangely delighted by the tone of his voice - calm and collected; not at all how he was feeling inwardly. "What seems to be the problem?"

Edward grunted nervously in response. Fasten your seatbelts, kids, this rollar coaster has loops.

In the moment Ed set aside to collect himself, Fury took the chance to look him over and found to his dawning horror that the boy was a mess. There were dark circles under his eyes - clear signs of insomnia. His clothes seemed to hang off his body. His mouth was twisted in a disgusted grimace. Fury drew his lips together thinly, determined to keep silent. If Ed wanted to embellish, he would.

"Fury, sir." he began, sounding for all he was worth like a child reading a particularly difficult entry from a history textbook. "About last night..."

He stopped then, eyes bursting with hope, begging Fury to cut him off before he could finish his sentence, too sooth him, to step forward and say that it was alright, that accidents happened. But Fury did nothing but watch, and Edward was left stock-still in the doorway, breathless, hands clenched into fists and knuckles as white as almonds.

"Ididuntmeanto." he said quickly, and the words all slurred together like jibberish from a drunken man's mouth.

"...huh?"

"I...didn't mean to." Edward whimpered, bracing himself for whatever yell of rage or awkward silence came next. But instead, the room lapsed into thick silence. Bewildered, Fury drew his brows together and leaned forward across his desk, collecting his mind together, doing his best to keep his voice clear and straight, to be in perfect control of the situation.

"Edward, sir, it was just a kiss."

Ed shuffled is feat.

"A friendly kiss." Fury pressed.

He looked up carefully, lips pursed in what looked like a practiced pout. "Really?"

"Yes." he drawled. "So, if that will be all - "

"Me and Al kissed before." Ed said loudly, drowning him out. "But that was a brotherly kiss. And Winry kissed me before, as a friend...is that what you ment?"

Fury had never seen someone dig their own grave so quickly.

"Yes." he said, swallowing the bile that seemed to have risen in the back of his throat. "That's it."

Something in the back of his mind pressed that he should, by all means, get up out of his chair, so he did, slowly and carefully, watching Ed's face for any signs of protest. There in none. On the contrary, Ed stepped a bit closer, lips parted in a silent cry.

"Are we friends, then?"

"I - "

"- Never thought so." Edward finished for him, and he spoke so quickly and suddenly that Fury couldn't quite say for sure if he really did intend to say that. But one thing was for sure, regardless of his intentions. Now that those four words were out in the open, there was no denying it. They were together in the military, oblidged to trust eachother...but Fury had never really thought of Ed as a friend - more like a supirior, or an ally.

"I never thought so." Ed repeated softly. "But it's fleeting."

"Yes." Fury said automatically, relief washing over him in a visible wave. "That's it. Fleeting."

"It's not like it's against the law or anything." Ed mumbled slyly, inching closer to the anxious sargant. "Right?"

His eyes were large and golden, and just looking down at him now, Fury felt an unexpected surge of guilt and shame sweep over him in a visible wave. This kid didn't know what he was doing. Hell, all teens were sexually frustrated. And rather then sitting him down and talking this over in a mature, respectable manner, he had resorted to the 'just friends' excuse. And that's what it was, too - an excuse. An excuse for a horney military officer to fuck and underage blonde.

'No.' whispered a little voice in the back of his head. 'That's not it. You're not like that.'

...No. He wasn't.

Because Ed had kissed back.

"It's okay," Edward's strong, blooming voice cut through his thoughts like a knife. "You said it yourself, friends can kiss. It's okay."

There it was. The permission. Looking down at him now, Fury couldn't help it. He looked so freash, so ready, so ripe and pure and perfectly kissable. And, right on cue, Edward balanced on the tips of his toes and crushed their lips together.
He backtracked before wrapping his arms around the blonde's slender waist, driven by his sudden movements, licking the boy's lower lip in the hopes that he would allow him some leeway, and to his delight, Ed's mouth opened just enough for him to slip inside.

Sometimes, Fury thought, it seemed like Ed could read his mind.

Like alchemy?

No, that was stupid. Downright foolish. Alchemy had nothing to do with mind-reading; two totally unrelated topics thrust together in Fury's already dazed mind. But regardless, Ed was, to put it bluntly, a prodigy. He may be able to do more than Fury had ever dreamed.

And if it really was possible to make this moment even better with alchemy, then Fury thought he'd do so without a moment's hesitation.

Little fingers trailed down his collarbone and clasped unto the buttons of his blue uniform, unbuttoning them swiftly and impatiently. Ed's small, pink tounge touched every inch of exposed skin it could reach, and all the while his arousal grew and throbbed and begged for attention as Ed worked his way down to the belt, quickly and lustfully, his eyes looking up at Fury's half frightened, half elated face through some kind of mist.

"Do friends do this?"

"Yes." Fury said, giving no thought to the question. "All the time. Com'un."

Nervous fingertips prodded at the hem of his pants and finally unbuckled the thick belt, slackening the material and allowing it to pool around his ankles.

And at the sight of Fury's full erection, a look of fear and doubt fell over his childlike face in a visible wave.

"I...h-havn't done this...before." he stuttered, eyes locked on the throbbing muscle.

"That makes two of us." Fury said gently, taking the moment to wrap his fingers around a free lock of Ed's hair.

There was a little hesitation - just a little, mind you - before Ed leaned forward and pressed his lips to the shaft in what seemed to be more of a kiss rather than a lick. But then he wrapped several fingers around the swollen head and gently eased it into his mouth, sucking gently, his brows drawn together in a twisted form of lust and disbelief.

Fury cried out at the touch, his mind racing. He had never gotten a real blowjob before - he had dated wemon, oh yes, and he certainly wasn't a virgin, but his sex was short and sweet and full of meaningless poems and declarations of love. Never, never had a woman gotten to her knees and sucked on him. Lost in the newfound bliss of this treatment, Fury found himself pulling Ed forward, shoving his erection so deeply down Edward's throat that the tip of his nose brushed his pelvis. Ed chocked, locking his hands on the man's hips and trying to pull away, and it took Fury a moment to realize he was gagging.

He loosened his grip and the blonde pulled away, whiping his mouth on his sleeve and breathing heavily, like a boy caught on the edge of a near-death accident.

"Fuck." he said dryly. "You trying to kill me?"

"Sorry." said Fury sheepishly.

"Shit." Ed cursed loudly. "Keep your damn hands were I can see them."

Fury raised his hands up in defeat, feeling like a criminal at gunpoint. Ed sighed loudly, collecting himself, before stooping his head down and finishing the job at hand.

He swallowed nervously, watching Edward's eyebrows draw together with effort, and slowly his lowered his hands to the boy's clothed back and began to ease the red cape off his tanned shoulders. Ed made no objection, not even a grunt of encouragement, so Fury began to work on each article of clothing, unbuttoning and unlatching and pulling his black jacket down over his back.

"Oh my God - !"

Ed pulled away curtly at the sudden exclamation, eyes wide and fearful, obviously wondering if Fury's cry was that of lust or fear. But the sargant's eyes were locking on Edward's automail port, and his expression was that of pure horror.
Nevertheless, Ed couldn't help but press. "What? What!"

"Y-you...oh, God, Ed, I'm sorry, I can't - "

Fury stopped a bit lower for a better look, his eyes wide and curious but full of newfound sadness and disgust as well. It was the eyes of a man looking at a particularly strange animal at the zoo. Ed hated it.

"What, Goddamnit!"

Fury didn't answer. Never - never in his entire life had he ever seen such a twisted displey of abuse. Spiderwebs of mauled fleash and pink scars, white, fingernailed marks spotted the skin around the automail port, cut tissue, glittering steel, and carefully attached nails. Several blue and red wires were visible between smooth metal, tangled messes of silver cords and -

Ed's large, heavy eyes followed his and his lips pulled down in a sharp frown. He turned to Fury with an impatient glare, chin trembling with some unidentified force.

"Don't start." he hissed. "You've seen worse in your military years. Don't you dare say you're going to loose your stomach, or I must be such a poor little child, to go through all that. D'ya think I joined the military for nothing?"

"Look, Ed." he said, his voice now taking on a painfully serious tone. "It's not that at all. We shouldn't be doing this in the first place, and seeing your automail just snapped some reason into me - that's all. It's wrong. It's dirty. We're both male, and you're too - "

Ed huffed loudly and clapped both of his hands to Fury's chest, shoving him away with a twisted expression of disgust on his face. He stood up shakily, eyes hard and shining.

"Go ahead!" he roared, "Say it! Too young! Too damn young!"

"Edward - " Fury pressed weakly, leaning forward to place a comforting hand on his shoulder, but Ed slapped it away with surprising force and turned to the door, fumbling with the lock.

"Ed, for Chris'sake, stop!"

But Ed didn't stop. He threw the lock and flinched as the door squeaked louldy on it's hinges, but he didn't stop. Fury watched with dawning horror, a feeling of guilt, frustration, and even a twisted form of hate washing up into him. How could he do this? How could he come in, get down on his knees, and storm out all because of a natural human reaction?

The door slammed, and Ed's dark pant legged whipped out of sight. Fury was left staring stock-still at the door, ignoring the red jacket and black sweater that Edward hadn't bothered to gather up with him as he left.

But rather than yelling for him to come back and get the damn thing, Fury picked it up with one hand and hauled it across the room, ignoring the heart-stopping crash of breaking china and assorted office supplies scattering across the hardwood floor.
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